Some background info from prior posts:
coopasonic wrote:I've the done the math here as well and it poses a similar barrier. She works 3 days a week and would want primary custody of the kids. On the plus side, Texas does some things to control punitive divorce agreements. They have a standard calculation for child support and spousal support is limited to 3 years. On the negative side, it would be a challenge for my wife to keep the house on those terms without working full time and she couldn't handle the kids if she had to work full time. I would be living on a shoestring budget for 3 years, but I can do that, even in this ridiculous local market. Small apartments aren't THAT bad, though it would be a challenge after 15 years as a homeowner. We've been living as roommates for years now, so maybe we could just continue that way. I'd just have to move to the guest bedroom. Alternately, she could move in with her mom that only lives 1.5 miles away, but that would be a change in schools and she doesn't want that.
The other option would be to split the kids up. It would save her sanity to only have to manage one kid on a day to day basis, but then I wouldn't be able to live nearly as cheaply. Also, she would never go for that. Even in considering divorce I am trying to make things easier for my wife. She just doesn't ever see it. She can't do this without me, but she won't let me have the things that would give me any happiness.
This all started with me thinking about what I am getting out of this marriage... help raising the kids is all I could come up with. She gets that and financial stability.
Sorry for the derail PG, this started with the intent commiserating on the compromises and costs of divorce and kind of got away from me.
We talked for about 4 hours (9:30-11:30p and 2-4a *yawn*) and other than me delivering my (softened) problem statement, we didn't get anywhere. Partially because I am not good at communicating, partially because she was so freaked out it scared me and partially because I was afraid to really put myself out there.coopasonic wrote:A little followup on the "send an email" suggestion. If you are going to send an email and you are both going to be at work all day, don't send the "we need to talk about our relationship" email at 10am. On the plus side, there will definitely be a conversation this evening.
I thought I knew the end goal, but lost my way. Nothing is as easy as it seems.Smoove_B wrote:At the risk of putting Skinypupy over the edge, begin with the end in mind. Before the conversation starts mentally know what you're looking to accomplish by having the discussion. Then, carefully navigate there. Good luck man.
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I told her I loved her but wasn't in love with her. This hit her hard and I tried to soften it by saying I don't even know what love is, which was true. Emotion isn't really my strong suit. In response to this she asked if I missed her when she was away, if I thought about her when we were apart. I had a hard time answering this because at this point I knew how freaked out she was and the truth would make it worse and is complicated.
She asked if there was someone else and I said I wasn't cheating or having an affair... because in a way there is someone else, but not. This is the hard part and why I am really in this mess. There is someone very special to me, but even if she were single it probably still wouldn't happen. It could be a grass is greener/honeymoon effect thing. What it has shown me though, is that there are women out there that I have a lot in common with that are interested in me as well. This is something I hadn't ever really considered. I don't want to say I settled because that is cruel, but I had a very limited set of experiences and interactions at the time I met the woman who would become my wife.
One of my friends asked me what my ideal end state would be and I haven't been able to answer that question (other than with the impossible). I don't want to break my wife's heart. I don't want to ruin my children's lives. Given my social anxiety (and age) it seems unlikely I would even meet anyone that checks all the boxes so to speak, but I can't help wondering if maybe I would.
Is this what they call a mid-life crisis?