Happy New Year, all. It has been a long time since I've been on the boards. I continue to come back and read every so often, but have found that some distance also has helped a bit, and forced me to focus a bit more intently on trying to "move on" better. But, you all are on my mind a lot and I refer others to this site so often. So, here's a quick update from my end.
This past year has been a lot of ups and downs, but mostly trying to just keep moving. Financial insecurity remains my biggest struggle. I am still freelancing for multiple clients, and have been working about 55-60 hours a week average for more than a year now. I work every single day, Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays included. I have been in discussions to go FT with one client for a few months and remain hopeful it will work out despite it getting delayed. I will still need to freelance on the side as life is expensive, and they gave their blessing for me to continue if/when I come on board fully. I am praying it works out as I very much need more job security, benefits I do not have to pay OOP for, and the mental boost of being a part of something as more than a random outside contractor. And while I am scrappy and have a good work ethic, I get panicked if I, say, lose out on two hours of work to take the kids to an appointment knowing I have to make it up between 11:00PM-1:00AM in order to keep my finances up.
My ex's case was dismissed, he retired, got a new job, and has stayed living out west a few time zones away. So, the easy life. He sees the kids occasionally, every few months for a weekend, amounts to apx. 10-12 days per year, though there have been times in the past 1.5 years when he has not visited for months at a time (like 3 or 4 months). Calls once a week or so. No contact unless it is to coordinate kid logistics. He pays support on time and largely stays out of the picture, and I strongly feel that is truly all for the best. I have kept NC with my former in-laws, who are not great people and showed absolutely zero support or care for me or the kids when their son ruined all of our lives. Couldn't bother to even send a single text message for five months, then left a self-serving VM where they said they didn't want to discuss anything that had happened and only wanted to have a relationship with the grandkids (I obviously never replied). My former siblings-in-law do text occasionally and that's been fine, but we have never had a "real conversation" since everything happened so I presume his family thinks this was a one-time "slip-up" and he never disclosed he had a history of cheating.
The kids are doing great, kids are just resilient and their younger ages helped with the transitions we have had to make. They are busy with school and sports and a zillion play dates. They are well adjusted and used to not seeing their dad due to his travel when we were under the same roof, so him not being part of their daily lives has really not been an issue (yet).
Like many of us, life is busy and exhausting and there is not a break. It is a constant swirl of work, homework, laundry and chores, cooking and packing lunches, running errands and managing kid activities, and doing all of the things on my own. I have good friends, both near and far, who check in and are there to help if I need it. My parents are a few states away and can help if needed (they watched the kids when I had to travel for a client earlier this year) but they are older and need their own help these days, which is another layer of stress. I have therapy and meet with a women's divorce group virtually a few times a month. I try to work out and stay hydrated, to remember I have blessings and resources when others do not.
My biggest blockers, maybe because the holidays just tend to put things under an unwavering microscope, is I continue to struggle with my self worth. I continue to feel like an outsider in an an affluent area that surprisingly seems to have very few single parents who rent living in it. That everyone else is in multimillion dollar homes, with great jobs, endless vacations, and perfect lives, and I'm the scrubby neighbor who couldn't keep her husband faithful, who looks haggard running the kids back and forth to school, who needs a manicure but can't get one because someone needs new soccer cleats, who will never own a home, who will, seemingly, be alone forever. I cannot fathom ever trusting another man. I am already anxious about how small my life will be when the kids are out of the house and I have nothing left.
I have made some gains. New friends, helpful as I lost many from m my former military-adjacent life. More steady work. Potential for a "real job" one day. I no longer cry every day. But I have lost so, so much, and a big part of that is faith that I will have a better life than I have now and that there are better things ahead for me than I have yet to experience. I still very much feel like the best has come and gone, and that I had my chance at a marriage and happy home life and now I no longer have that and my turn is over. I cannot see a future that is not full of uncertainty, struggle, and feeling like I am less than others. And I am ever-worried about the kids. Not now, as they're fine now, but them in the future, when they discover "the truth," when friends start to question or tease the about where their dad is, the impacts his terrible actions will have on how they live their lives, how they treat partners, how they view marriage, how they determine what is right and what is wrong in life. I will continue to "do the work," because there is not another choice. So, on the whole, just over a year out from the divorce, life is life. Not good, not awful, most days in between. And maybe that's a better place to be in than when this all started, and that in itself is enough.
Wishing you all a great new year, filled with good things. I know we all deserve that.