On October 12th, I filed for divorce. This was a long time coming, but the end was abrupt and traumatizing. My (soon to be ex) husband had been changing for years. He went from kind and fun to sullen and mean. I kept trying to do more, to be more, to achieve more in the hopes that he would notice and be proud of me. But what actually happened is that he resented my success and felt like I was doing it to put him down. It was insane how different our views of our lives looked and how different we viewed our need for growth.
When we got together 12 years ago, I thought that Mr. Cereal was funny and sweet and super smart, and he WAS. He was great for the first four years or so of our relationship. When LeLe was born, he was so into her and loved her so much. But by the time Little Bug was born, there was a significant shift in how he interacted with me and the kids. I was exhausted all the time because Little Bug never slept, and he was not helping in a way that I needed. I was not able to communicate what I actually needed from him, other than to say that I needed more help and more sleep. This shift from a team to individuals really began to emerge during Little Bug’s first year. By year 7 of our marriage, I was struggling and it got way worse with my second pregnancy loss.
I knew I always wanted 3 kids. I came from a family of four kids and I loved having a big family. I was ready once Little Bug was almost two to start trying again, but Mr. Cereal was 100% against a third baby. We accidentally got pregnant when I switched birth control methods. I felt like this was a sign, one that the universe was telling me that a third child was supposed to be a part of our family. When I told Mr. Cereal, he responded by telling me that if he had a choice, he would choose for me NOT to be pregnant. Two days later I miscarried and it was beyond devastating. I was alone in my grief and that simple comment from him compounded my grief in a really powerful and awful way.
From that point forward, I started investing in my career to ensure that we were in a place financially that would remain comfortable. Mr. Cereal never had jobs that were financially stable, but I planned around this and was able to build up my career so that it didn’t matter. I carried the insurance through my job, so he was able to take positions in brewing that worked for him and I was proud of him. It was fun being the brewer’s wife, until it wasn’t. I was the person who took off every no school day, every sick kid day, and all of my free days were with the kids doing errands, etc. I scheduled all appointments, all meetings related to school, and I was navigating my daughter’s mental health issues mostly alone. I felt like I was the only person who cared in our relationship and about our kids. It was mentally and emotionally exhausting and I was sad most of the time.
And then Covid happened. And I was stuck at home all.the.time with the kids. Mr. Cereal left for work everyday while I stayed at home with the kids trying to get their virtual school to work, monitoring their schoolwork, trying to do my own work, and trying to navigate my first year in a doctoral program. When Mr. Cereal would come home from work, he would immediately go to the couch in the living room and stay there on his phone for the rest of the night. This scenario repeated over and over again. I asked for more help, I asked for more attention, for more anything.
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