Wow, I can't believe it's already been a month since I journaled (complained) about my life. I hope some day I won't require the reminder that this wasn't my fault (thank you Ursa, and Ready) The co-parenting/parallel parenting is truly miserable. He will likely never accept accountability for his actions and I really do need to find a way to just accept that somehow I will always be blamed and move on and not let it bother me any more. Alas, I am a painfully slow learner apparently.
I had to drop my kids off at his place earlier. As I was dropping them off, he and his ow were pulling into the driveway from work. (which apparently is my fault because I was there right on time). It's the first time I've actually seen her in person. She's pretty and skinny. It really triggered me and set me off in a major way seeing them together, knowing my kids will be left alone with her while he works this weekend, seeing him with what he wants. Sigh. I drove off as quickly as I could after my kids hopped out of the car. He called me a minute later to tell me I forgot my son's sports equipment. I told him I would just drop it off at his practice location and meet my son there in the morning as I didn't want to come back to the house because I didn't want to see his ow. He then proceeded to tell me how I should just get over it as it's been a year and a half. He condescendingly explained to me it's called shared parenting and I should share the responsibility of driving the kids. Having just been majorly triggered, I told him I was sick of him trying to shove her down everyone's throats and expecting everyone to just accept her into their lives. I tried to explain how traumatic dropping the kids off feels for me which of course he doesn't care and doesn't think is valid (I'm stupid for trying to reason with him). I reminded him that I take the kids everywhere all the time. As you can imagine the conversation just devolved further. He told me it sounds like I have personal issues I need to work out because I am still traumatized by what he did. At that point I just hung up. He then sent some snarky text, there is so much gaslighting and taking what I say out of context and twisting to avoid even the simple acknowledgement of the pain he's caused. If I try to call him on it, it just reinforces to him that I'm crazy. I want to feel seen and heard and understood. I would have better success with a pile of rocks than him. I'm so frustrated with myself for not holding it in, for reacting and saying how I feel. It never mattered to him before, I was always told how I was wrong or why my feeling were wrong. Why I would ever expect a different result I don't know.
I still feel like I am flapping in the breeze and don't know what the point of my life is. My identity was ripped away when our family fell apart because it was so enmeshed in him, his career, him, him, him. Even after all these months, I still don't feel much of a direction to head. It feels hollow and pointless most days and I'm lost as to how I figure out a new passion for my life. There are so many options, but nothing feels right to me. I feel like a hamster on a wheel running and getting no where. Maybe I'm putting too much pressure on myself, but I want something that feeds me and gives me a purpose other than my kids. Returning to my degree field doesn't feel right as it would mean working full-time and with four small kids, I just don't think I could even manage it. I need more flexibility. I simply don't know what to do. I've looked into multiple different options but feel stuck in limbo. I guess I now know how high schoolers feel who don't know what they want to be when they grow up. As someone who has always felt like they had a directions, it feels really unsettling to me.
My kids have had a break from school and since we were fresh off of recovering from COVID followed by some other respiratory illness, we just stayed home instead of traveling. Our week has been filled with crafts and gardening (well, weeding to try to get a garden in shortly) time with friends and just silly things around our house. Not everyone wants to participate which frustrates me sometimes but I guess that is just kids getting older. One night after dinner when we would usually be getting ready for bed on a school night we walked to a nearby park. It was one of those times where you just look at your kids and there is a snapshot of a perfect moment in time. They were happily interacting with one another, smiling, and looking back and running up the grassy hill to the playground. It was just the pure joy of childhood in that moment. Sometimes those moments feel like they are few and far between, the kids are fighting, we are too busy to make time for those simple things, or I am just too busy to really take the time to see what is going on right in front of my face. It's moments like those I feel incredibly grateful but also sad for the loss of what was. I feel pity both for my stbx and myself that we both now miss out on moments that would have been shared had this MLC not happened. I wish I could have somehow frozen that moment, when they were just happy and having fun. They are growing so quickly and I feel like I don't have that long with them. The oldest will be graduating in 4 years. He will then do, who knows what. I worry about him and his future. With this divorce, he has lost all sense of pride in himself, his work ethic, his future. He no longer aspires to attend college and doesn't really have a plan past "being rich". I see the pain, hurt and anger that is often seething beneath the surface for all of my kids. While it often means they act out and make things really hard, I also just feel so bad that they have such a heavy load to try and carry that they don't know how to deal with.