OK, so where do I begin?
I am a mother of two, a boy and a girl. Aged six and four. I also study remotely. The childrens' sperm dads are dead (one) and not-on-the-scene, sproadically interfering and full of nonsense (two).
I managed alone until two years ago when I met my partner. This is where the story begins to get... interesting.
He was and is still married to someone else. I am not looking for judgement; their marriage was dead and gone long before. But this is where our problems arise. She married him as a personal cash machine and still thinks that is what he is. Never mind that they have been separated for so long and that life moves on. She will not divorce him because she wants what amounts to 80% of the assets; and what comes from his pension fund she wants AS CASH. It's all very well to string things out when you're on legal aid as she is... but we are not. Our debts from paying her housing costs and for her car which she cashed in are considerable. Not to mention everything else... because she thinks that marrying someone she never loved entitles her to his wallet and bank account for life. And he's been too weak to stand up to it. Leaving us in dire straits and me as a mistress because some people prefer the status quo.
Well... I have stood up to it.
A proper solicitor, and plenty of bullshit-squashing later, we may have the end in sight. I say MAY... there's nothing certain here. But the known facts are that I am no longer suffering in silence, dropped on by first- and second-hand crap from people who care not and will not listen.
A separation agreement is not the final word, but it does get us somewhere if it materialises. Fingers crossed.
