She admitted she’s been catfishing again. I don’t know if her dad convinced her to come clean, but she’s been talking to him most evenings and then finally admitted it to me. She claims it’s only been a few weeks and that nothing sexual happened, but I don’t believe it. She’s been off for months—combative, neglecting the kids, hygiene slipping.
She also admitted she skipped her psychiatrist appointment. It’s been five months since her last one, and she’s supposed to go every three months for refills. She swears she’s been "taking her meds" by digging through old leftover pills from past dosage changes, which basically means she’s mixing and matching her own cocktail. Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t, but either way it’s not good.
When she disappears into these online worlds, her real life just collapses. She’ll curl up in a blanket with her headphones on for hours, yelling at the kids to leave her alone. Hygiene goes downhill fast. If she does cook or do anything, she leaves a wave of mess behind—food out, containers open, things shoved in the wrong places.
I recently had to take a whole day off work to do her laundry. It was disgusting—dirty clothes and underwear stuffed into drawers, everything mixed together. I also cleaned out her car and had to excavate months of trash, old food, and packaging. I had even bought her a new car battery, and instead of installing it she left it rolling around in the trunk until the acid spilled and ruined the kids’ scooters, camping gear, and toys.
She’s still showing no remorse. It’s like teenager behavior—mad she’s being "forced" to stop her fun, while also refusing to admit she was really doing it. Her desk job gives her all the unsupervised time she needs to live in these fake worlds on her phone.
Here’s where I feel stuck: if I divorce her right now, the likely outcome is joint custody. That means my kids would spend half their time in this environment—chaotic, unhygienic, and unsafe. Financially, I’d also take a huge hit. Unless I had full custody, I’d be paying child support while losing time with my kids, knowing they’re living in neglect.
I don’t want to take my kids away from their mother. They love her and they need her to be OK. But she’s not OK. If I did have custody, I’d never block them from seeing her or staying with her when she was stable. What I need is to be the parent with the authority to say: "You don’t look good, the kids are staying with me," or "That guy you’re living with seems dangerous, the girls aren’t staying there." Right now, without custody, I don’t have that power.
That’s the rock and the hard place I’m caught between.
God help us
[This message edited by MilahsRealHusband at 3:38 PM, Wednesday, September 10th]