So my divorce was finalized in 2021, although D Day was in 2018. Since the divorce my ex and I have done vacations together with the children, because they were very young and really struggling, especially if I was not around as I am the primary caregiver. Mostly it’s been fine, I was so nervous before the first trip but it worked out ok. These trips are entirely child-orientated, and we often rent apartments / houses so there are lots of bedrooms (although two of the children still prefer sharing with a parent when away from home).
We are currently on an overseas trip and this evening we had our first argument in front of the children in, probably, ever (even after D Day the screaming and crying was done while the kids were asleep / out of the house). He’s conflict avoidant, so I admit I was the one to lose it. And over something silly - where to go for dinner.
The thing is, dinner was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My ex (in addition to blowing up our lives with emotionless infidelity) likes to put me down, I suspect to make himself feel better. I don’t earn enough money, am less smart than him, can’t drive as well as him etc etc. It’s all done in the guise of a joke, so usually I laughingly retort back and the moment passes. I am careful to stand up for myself, but in a way that is not too serious so that the children don’t fret.
However, I’ve been sick for the past 10 days. I was lucky to make this trip (we’re only a few days in) and at one point felt so bad that I suggested he take the children without me and I join them as soon as I was fully recovered. The children obviously hated that thought and my ex kept saying that I was better and I should take the flight. In the end I flew with them and it was ok. On our second day I regressed a bit so I’ve been resting as much as possible with three children to entertain away from home. I do feel much better, but we took a short flight today and so I was tired this afternoon.
I know that when I’m tired I have less patience. And food has been a long-running issue - he tends to feed the kids junk, while I cook from scratch. He also tends to be on his phone during meals, while I ban phones from the table when the children are with me. So today when he shot down my dinner suggestions after I’d done the research to find something decent I was fed up. So I told him he could take the children wherever he wanted, I wasn’t hungry anyway and was tired so would stay back in the apartment and get an early night.
I go to my room and start getting sorted. He comes in and says that actually he’s realised we should go to the restaurant I’d suggested. By this point it’s too late to book a table there. I tell him I’m not bothered as he’s annoyed me and I’m tired so I’m not going out.
A while later he comes back and lays into me. He says the children are refusing to go out and it’s all my fault for losing it. I go into the living room and tell the children that it’s fine, mummy’s tired so will stay back and daddy will find them somewhere to eat. I just couldn’t deal with it properly, I admit.
After another while he’s back in, again laying into me. Telling me this is a vacation with the kids, all I do is be sick, that they’re my children too, I need to sort it and that it’s my fault for overreacting. I am so angry that I argue back. We’re furiously arguing in muted voices but the children can still hear. He storms out.
I take a few minutes to calm. I feel terrible for the children. I know seeing their parents argue, really for the first time, is terrifying. I frantically google what to do when children see their parents argue.
Then I take a deep breath and go into the living room. He’s on his computer, headphones in. Kids are on the sofa. One of them is silently crying. I go over to the sofa and sort it. I explain that everyone argues, even adults, but that’s part of relationships and we’re still here. We talk about adult arguments, sibling arguments and one kid starts talking about a friend who has mentioned that their parents argue. I feel like we’re getting through it. Then my ex drops in ‘especially divorced parents argue’. Tears from the child that I know is particularly struggling with the family dynamic. I’m livid but hold it in. The children and I talk more. They calm. I suggest ordering in rather than going to a restaurant. To his credit ex begins looking into nearby options while I start reading a book out loud to the children. We finish up as the doorbell goes. While my ex is answering one child apologises for getting angry. I apologise for getting angry too, and note that that does happen sometimes. Another child calls out to daddy that he needs to apologise too as we’ve all apologised. He struggles a bit and tries to say it’s my fault, but eventually does (I’m sure because kids are telling him to rather than because he feels he should). We eat.
And now I’m so tired from writing all this out that I’m not even sure what I’m asking. I just have no-one to tell as all the travelling means that I am not seeing my therapist regularly. I just don’t know what to do anymore.