So! Now we only have the provisional hearing, and God knows how much back-and-forth and arguing and such, and the parent/divorce class we have to attend, and the FINAL hearing, and I’ll be One Free Woman. And One Happy Woman, too, I might add.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that things will go well, but I’m not quite ready to get my hopes up much. He insists that he doesn’t owe any back child support (or anything else, for that matter), that he wants shared legal custody, and that he doesn’t want me to move out of the house. I, of course, don’t agree with any of that…so I guess we’ll see what happens.
At any rate, Step 1 is accomplished, and I feel fine.
Just hadda share. 
Best,
karol
Best of luck! But I always get a little sad when I hear about a failed relationship, especially with kids involved. 
Congrats, hang in there, enjoy your freedom, there’s other fish and the sea-- pick which ever one fits.
Happy
It is sad, and I hope I don’t sound like I’m making too light of it. But truthfully, it would be much sadder if I were to choose to stay in such an unhealthy relationship.
I think the little ones will recover from this more easily than they would have recovered from the chaos and misery that pervaded our home. As a good friend of mine succinctly put it, I’d rather have my children come from a broken home than growing up in one.
At any rate, I’m walking away with the knowledge that I did everything I could, and that we’ll all be better off when the divorce is final.
Woohoo! Hang in there, and stick to your guns!
I’ve told you this before, but as a child of divorced parents, I’m a far happier and better-adjusted person than I would have been if I’d grown up with them living in the same house and hating each other all the time.