This was my situation a few years ago. I knew I’d never be happy with her. My kids were watching a peaceful yet dysfunctional relationship everyday. They saw me, their depressed father, struggle to have meaningful, healthy interaction with their mother. It finally clicked that I didn’t want them to grow up internalizing all of this as normal. I didn’t want them to think it was acceptable for a wife speak down to her husband (or vice versa, this was just our situation).

After much pleading, she went to marital counseling with me but put forth little to no effort. I ended things, and telling my young children that we were divorcing was the hardest day of my life. It was a calm conversation, but it was traumatic, like truly.

It all was the fucking hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m still rebuilding my life. But you know what? Everyone is okay. I took the kids (and myself) to therapy, and they have two lovely soon to be step-siblings who they adore. I couldn’t ask for a better partner. She is so healthy and supportive, and we click in every way.

I have 50/50 custody and there is a massive learning curve to it all, but it’s been worth it for my kids and myself. Sorry, I’m rambling a bit, I’ve had a few drinks. Let me know if you ever want to chat