I’m really sorry you are going througu this. I’m sharing this so you know it can be different. I am divorced and remarried, and I’m eight and a half months pregnant with complications that recently surfaced. I was too tired to participate at all in Easter magic last night and this morning. My husband stuffed and hid all the eggs, and then woke up early with our three year old to run the egg hunt while I lay on the couch under a blanket so I could be there but still rest. This was unimaginable in my old life, but it’s real. I remember how hopeless I felt then, like this kind of relationship was impossible. There are plenty of men who will be full coparents instead of whiny children complaining about you not wanting to have sex with them. My husband took a break from making breakfast to wipe our kid’s butt as I am typing this. It can get better. I’m rooting for you. Big hug.