Anonymous wrote:I was in this situation. I supported my husband through grad school. I was open to relocating ANYWHERE for his career (my job is telecommute friendly) and I basically functioned like a single mother while he was finishing his dissertation (when our kids were 1 and 3). He couldn't find a tenure line and refused to adjunct, retrain, or use his skills in industry (where they are transferrable). He suffered from the too smart for this world syndrome.
Strangely during this period, I got an opportunity to basically triple our income and he decided he wanted to be home full time. So, we talked about how things would have to change, I would be present much, much less and less able to keep the balls in the air and we would need to work together but a lot of things would need to be on him. I needed his support if I was going to pull off this new opportunity on the home front.
Let's just say it didn't work. He didn't do the housework, he was annoyed CONSTANTLY about the needs of small kids and didn't have the temperament and he decided the kids needed to be in preschool. Fine. He does nothing to look for said preschool, doesn't visit, etc, but complains constantly until I went and found three schools one of which is right by my office. He likes the one by my job because I can bring them with me in the morning and he can pick up. Great. So, this turns into him sleeping in and me along pulling myself together, getting the kids together and fed, and rushing them to drop off and work.
So, he decides he wants to go back to work, but needs time to write. Oh, and begins the whole let's do aftercare and you can pick them up. So, now I am doing this and walking in the door to no dinner, slightly less of a mess (just his) and having to do a second shift from 9-12 most nights to get all of my work done. He then proposed hiring a nanny and I realized I was in this alone. I mean, the process was like a lobster boiling in a slowly heating pot of water. You don't realize it until suddenly it was time to get out.
I told him that I spent the past two years completely abandoned, I didn't know if I could trust him and asked if he wanted to save this marriage, thinking therapy, etc. He responded by taking the next flight to Dulles to Thailand where he got a teaching job. I was floored, but in hindsight, it was clear he didn't want our life, didn't want to be a parent, and felt bogged down by the reality of raising kids and working and being an adult accountable to other people.
I ended up getting that nanny, getting divorced, and making a go of it on my own. Ten years later, he only visited once and the kids barely remember him beyond asking if he's alive (he is, I check in with my former in-laws periodically who are surprising understanding...my former FIL called his son a jackass when the whole thing went down and has been incredibly kind to the kids and even me).
I won't ever marry again. I date, I enjoy the company of men, but it would take a lot for me to trust something that intimately. I am happy with things the way they are, though. I am successful professionally, I have two awesome daughters who are brilliant and kind and funny, I have a great group of friends, and I feel at peace. Much, much more so than when I was married.
This was a fascinating read.
PP in hindsight, do you think you missed some red flags while dating him? Do your ex-in laws spend any time at all with your kids? Is he still in Thailand?
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