walklikeaman wrote:Question: Who wanted the divorce? Why?
i asked for the divorce. my stay at home mom friends, clean the house, make dinner, take care of kids, whatever. Mine didn't do that. he didn't even mow the yard. I was working hard at work and at home without any help. He wasn't even supportive of my job which paid for everything. He played xbox and watched tv. I needed out.
Yup. I know what you mean. I took in 60%+ of the household income. She works three days a weeek, I worked five. I paid all of the bills. She gave me $300-500 per pay period to help with the bills (when she felt like it or wasn't mad at me about something). If I bought something that she didn't approve of (i.e. I bought a used truck a few months ago), she'd hold me hostage...financially. I asked her at that point (February)..."How long do you think this is going to stand?"
She couldn't handle the kids (her kids). They were the only reason I took as long as I did to leave. I really loved the critters, but at the end of the day...she would hold me hostage and use them as pawns to keep me around.
The house was always a mess. I lived on my own for 10 years before she came along. My place was always pretty tidy. Once we got into the house, she got comfortable. As in she was not the same person as she was before I bought the house. I'd come home from work (again...I worked all week...she only worked three days) to a sink full of dishes, toys covering 800+ sqft of the house (the WHOLE first floor), and her nagging for me to "resuce" her from the kids. No joke...I got phone calls routinely about an hour before I left work with her asking "are you coming home early today?"
I launched and recovered the kids from daycare on her three work days. I didn't mind doing it, for a time. However, it quickly became evident that she liked pushing off the responsibility of dealing with the kids on someone else. i.e. She'd come home from work, I'd have the kids wound down and ready to go to sleep, and she'd start stirring $h1t up. On multiple nights, I had to tell her to shut up and go to bed...that she wasn't helping. As her mother routinely told her..."you'd be a better cool aunt than a mother."
In hindsight...I'm thoroughly embarassed that: 1. I took her on in the first place. When I say took her on...I mean that she was literally like supporting a child. and 2. It took me as long as I did to leave.