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I’ve heard the hesitation in my eldest child’s voice when she speaks the words. “We’ll be back— to your house soon, Mommy,” she tells me on her way out the door with her father.
“To your house,” she says, when I want her simply to say “home.”
I’d like to imagine that she wants to say “home” too, but she needs to be fair to her father. His house is supposed to be “home” now as well.
She has two homes now, we’ve told her enthusiastically. There’s mommy’s home and daddy’s home. This is supposed to be comforting, but it actually just begs the question: Does she have a home?
Even the little ones have noticed. We run errands in the minivan, and when we follow the familiar path back home, they shout, “Mommy’s house!” Not “Our house.” Not “We’re home!”
This troubles me, and yet I find myself doing things which only make the situation worse. “Let’s pick up all the toys,” I demand in the half-hour before I drive them to their father’s place for an overnight visit. I want the place picked up partially so that I can clean, but also so that I don’t have to deal with their mess when they aren’t here. Does this send the message that I’m pushing them out? How could it not?
The hours when they are away let me pretend that I am free; that I have responsibilities to nothing but my own work. I both love this and hate it. I cannot imagine how I ever could have had this kind of concentrated alone while married to the stb-ex or any other man.
I envy those couples who seem to have the whole togetherness thing worked out. The ones who happily get up together on a Saturday morning and spend the whole day together: fixing breakfast, going on outings, doing chores, playing with children.
The stb-ex and I never managed that sort of thing. If we were together managing kids, he would sit back and do nothing while I directed the action. Then he’d need his own “free time” to rest or work; the only way I could get the larger household jobs done was to demand my own chunks of “free time” as well. We negotiated our free time well enough that we had practically no time together as a complete family.
This set up such an awful dynamic, but it was a dynamic I couldn’t break us out of.
And now that dynamic applies not only to time but also to space. I hate the idea that they feel like they don’t belong in either house, or that either house doesn’t belong to them. One house plus one house, in this case at least, has added up to zero houses.
Anyone else dealt with this situation? Suggestions, thoughts and advice will be greatly appreciated.

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