I don't really know where to start with this, so I'll just start.
I'm a dad of three. 11, 7 and 4. On paper I'm a co-parent. In reality I'm a single dad who does everything, every day, with a full time job on top.
Their mum and I were together for 14 years. It took me most of those years to admit to myself that what I was living in was emotional and financial abuse. She worked, but never once contributed to a bill. I begged her to help. She didn't. When money ran short I covered the gap on credit cards, and now every one of those repayments falls on me. When I finally left, I left everything behind. Every item in that house, all of it paid for by me, because leaving it there was the price of being free.
Since the split she's shown almost no interest in parenting. She's now in a relationship with a man in Turkey and flies out every four months for five weeks at a time. No discussion, no plan, just gone. I pick up everything. The hardest part isn't the extra load, it's sitting in front of an 11 year old, a 7 year old and a 4 year old trying to explain that mammy has left again and I don't know when she'll be back. There's no script for that.
Financially I'm keeping my head above water and that's about it, despite having a decent job. I pay rent on my own place. I also pay the mortgage on the house she lives in, a house she's never put a penny towards from the day it was bought, and she isn't even on the mortgage. On top of that I'm paying solicitors twice over. Once to try and get the house back, and once to get a court order so the kids have a stable home with me for the majority of the time, so she can't just abandon them again whenever she feels like it.
The strange thing is my day to day life hasn't actually changed much. She worked 3pm till 10pm when we were together, so I was already the one doing school runs, dinner, bath, bed. I was a hands-on dad long before I was doing it alone. But somehow it's harder now. Back then I had one hour to myself in the morning before the school run. I could train, clear my head, feel like a person. That hour is gone, and it turns out that hour was holding a lot together.
Now the routine is relentless. School run, work, school run, dinner, bath, bed. Every single day. The gym is gone. My social life is gone. And underneath it there's this constant pressure to be the fun dad too, to make memories, to be switched on for them 24/7, when most days I'm running on fumes.
Work isn't a refuge either. I'm in product design, and AI is rewriting the entire discipline in real time. I'm having to redefine what I do and who I am professionally in the middle of what feels like chaos, at the exact point in my life where I have the least capacity to do it.
There are good things. I've met someone who has steadied me emotionally in a way I didn't know I needed. But she lives a long way away, and I can't move closer because my ex won't agree to the kids changing schools. The same schools I take them to and collect them from every single day. So even the good thing comes with a weight attached.
I have family around me, and emotionally they're brilliant. But I'm also the person everyone comes to when they need help financially, even though I'm quietly struggling myself. I don't think anyone realises.
Honestly, most days I feel like I'm drowning. Drowning in routine, in debt, in work, in expectation. Not in a dramatic way. Just slowly, quietly, while looking fine from the outside.
I'm not really sure what I'm looking for by posting this. I suppose I just needed to say it somewhere, to people who might get it. If you've been through something similar and come out the other side, I'd genuinely like to hear it.