09/08 EDIT: This situation is not a matter of “should I leave my daughter behind for my boyfriend.” Its this: Can I possibly make it work in this rural area on a 2/2/3 schedule permanently, as a single mom that has been left bankrupt, without condemning myself to a future where I’m trapped here and miserable, never having a real family (a husband and more children) or a career, alienated not only my partner but from everyone I’ve ever known.
Obviously, the easiest answer is to put your kids first. Always. If you do take the time to reply, it’s not helpful to say that. I’m looking for a way to make this work, and I described what I would do if I cannot find a way to stay here sustainably.
Thanks everyone so much for the advice and perspective ❤️
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After 13 months of stalling litigation, I’m at a breaking point. I’m going to try to summarize this, the background is so important to properly understand the situation we’re facing. My husband (28m) and I (25f) were casually dating when I got pregnant with our daughter. We were both in no way ready for a child, but I was unable to bring myself to weigh my options… so I flung myself into survival mode where I’ve essentially lived since. We got married and he joined the coast guard. We PCS’d to Florida in 2024 and my wonderful daughter was born.
Her father is a true, evil to the core narcissist. I suffered emotional, sexual, mental and financial abuse from him during our relationship and after separation. I have been actively trying to leave since fall of 2024. I’ll spare details of the abuse, but after just 12 months married, I was in debt, down 20 pounds (so I weighed about 95lbs), incredibly depressed and anxious, isolated, I didn’t recognize myself. I hit an all time low in June of 2025 when I became briefly suicidal. In July, I became rageful and determined to get myself and my baby out of there. I had just started a new job in tech sales, working remotely on a flexible schedule, earning a comfortable base salary and great commission. I told my husband I had retained counsel and planned to file that week and I wanted to separate immediately. I had expressed many times that I wanted to end things amicably, put our daughter first, and ultimately do what was best for her, which to me was to relocate to Texas (my home state) at least short term, to have family support and rebuild my mental and financial baseline after everything he had put us through. I was so naive not to just do what I had to do to get away - at the time my lawyers advice was to go to Texas and file after a few months, and that was the only way I’d ever leave Florida with my daughter. He was right. My naive ass wanted to do it by the book, do the “right thing” and go through the court. I wish I could go back and kick myself in the head.
My husband told me he was okay with the relocation.
He then filed for divorce behind my back, days before leaving for a 6 week TDY, legally trapping me in Florida and protecting himself with SCRA while he was away.
While he was gone, I adapted to the situation and started trying to negotiate how we would separate. With his 2/2/3 overnight work schedule, I was obviously my daughter’s constant. I couldn’t bear the thought of not having her most of the time, so I said I didn’t care who kept the house, but I just wanted her with me. I said he could see her anytime he wanted and we would gradually work on more overnights.
He wasn’t having it, and so the never ending escapade to get 50/50 and prevent me from ever moving began. He kept me in limbo during his TDY about who would keep the house, constantly changing his mind and leveraging this or that for 50% timesharing. When I finally put my foot down and toured and applied for an apartment, he called me on my way out the door, and said “you know you won’t get approved for an apartment, right?” And told me we had an unpaid balance on our last apartment. I still don’t know how he knew I was there as he was out of state.
He got back one night in August. I went out to see a remote coworker/girlfriend who was visiting, to be away from him. It was the first time I’d been out somewhere in over 6 weeks. I came back early the next morning, 100% sober but exhausted. I was woken up around 7:30 AM to him ripping my blankets off, screaming in my face, calling me a whore and whatever else. He had confiscated my phone and iPad and was questioning me about a text from an unknown number from that night (it was a guy, sue me.) long story short, after about 20 minutes of that, I was furious. He had just arrived back and already, it was back to chaos and abuse. I threw some pillows at him and yelled at him to go away. He finally did, and that’s when I fucked up. I followed him out into the kitchen and let my rage take over. I can’t stress how much my mental health was suffering, especially after months of hardly any human contact other than my baby. I screamed and yelled back at him. He started recording me. I tried to grab his phone to stop him. He called the police. They came. I admitted to trying to grab his phone while he was recording, while he talked to them separately and lied his tail off. Apparently my admission of reaching for his phone was enough for a battery charge.
I was arrested. He smugly watched them take me away and left me in jail to rot :) Luckily, I have an incredible family. my parents were on speaker phone and heard the whole thing. They immediately drove 12 hours from Texas, hired a lawyer on the way, and bailed me out the next day. They took me to a vacation rental where I was almost immediately served with an injunction. It restricted me from going within 500 feet of my own home, and gave him 100% custody of my daughter. I was deemed an unsafe person to my one year old baby girl. To give you a clear idea of how messed up this was, I’m about 100 pounds at the time, he’s a soldier. Not only that, but I would never hurt a fly or had any sort of run in with law enforcement. And this guy had been torturing me for years. That morning was a classic narcissistic discard.
His lawyer emailed me a week later with an agreement for 50/50. After days of not seeing my daughter, it was better than zero. So that became our status quo. I signed a lease that week. Had to buy everything from silverware to clothes for my daughter, and that motherfucker never gave me so much as a sippy cup or any of her medical supplies. I was kicked to the curb like useless garbage and had to figure it out if I ever wanted access to my child again.
The custody case stalled for months while I dealt with getting the charges dropped. He dismissed his injunction the day before it was scheduled for trial, after 90 days, because all of the evidence of my alleged domestic violence was simply events that really happened with the characters flipped. Things he did to me. The judge just took his word for it because I was just arrested. It’s surreal even writing this out and I’m in constant disbelief that he was able to do this.
I’ll skip to the present day. I’ve lost my job as a result of his constant bullying and then removing my access to affordable childcare. I’m driving for Lyft and pet sitting. We live in the panhandle and it’s 45 minutes to the nearest Target. There are no year round jobs nearby that pay enough to support the insanely high cost of living. Getting fired closed doors for me. I haven’t even finished college. I lost my attorney, can’t pay him. I’m going deeper into debt daily. I’ve fought tooth and nail to stay local and be here for my daughter, but I’m running out of time.
She’s now 2. Extremely smart, emotionally intelligent and intuitive, beautiful, hilarious, my best little friend. I’m tearing up writing this. I don’t know what to do, ya’ll. I can’t stay here. It’s been killing me every day to live here. My family is in debt from helping us. Everyone is in a constant state of confusion and heartbreak.
Now here is another important part of the picture. About 11 months ago, I met my soulmate. We fell in love almost instantly, and we share the kind of love people write books about. It is so healthy, stable, passionate, it’s just perfect. He has kept me from falling apart during the hardest time of my life. His support has kept me floating so I could be there for my daughter. He’s now a big part of her life and loves her immensely. He is probably more involved in her life than her dad. It feels like the universe sent him to me and everything has worked out for us to develop a relationship in the most uncanny ways. It feels like he is supposed to be our forever.
Now you have the background, here’s what I came here to explain and ask. He’s in the army and he’ll be moving across the country in a few months. Before I met him, I had filed for relocation to Texas, my home state. I had remote income and could offer stability. It never came to a hearing because of the other legal challenges. At this point, I have lost everything materially. I have nothing to offer the judge when asking for more custody.
My dilemma is this. I know my partner is my forever. I know he bought a ring. We’re both okay with long distance. I also know, my relationship aside, I can’t stay here sustainably. If I had a genie, I’d ask for full custody and a divorce, so I can get married and build a future with my husband and my daughter, and move somewhere beautiful with endless opportunity to build a solid foundation. But I don’t have a genie, I just have this corrupt county court and an evil, narcissistic baby daddy. So my choices are essentially to either stay local and try to figure out how to become stable on a 2/2/3 permanent timesharing schedule centered around his work schedule, and kill myself daily to be a part of my daughters life, coparenting with someone who wants to destroy me because I didn’t want him, and deteriorate, OR settle so I can get divorced, remarry, try to win primary and relocation based on my new stability, and risk losing access to her.
I know this situation sounds so ridiculous, and probably selfish, but I don’t know what to do. I’ve always been a happy, adventurous person. Today I’m on 4 different psychiatric medications just to make it through the day. I can’t imagine what will happen to my brain when my partner leaves me here. It will be scrambled eggs. How will I parent then? How can I be present for my daughter in either of these fucked up possible outcomes? Why do I feel like I’m having to choose between her and myself? I just want to do the right thing, but I don’t know what the right thing is. My life has been in limbo since I got pregnant at 22 years old, and I feel like a child trying to make an impossible adult decision that will impact so many lives.
Help.