Not sure if this is MLC but...

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Well, found out why I should always remember to take my antidepressants while I've got the postpartum hormones going on...

What started as a money talk (as in "why aren't you giving me any") evolved (or de-evolved) into talking about child support and custody, and when H said he would want 50/50, I said "I'm not doing that to my kids." H: They're my kids too.

Me: "Why are you doing this to us?! I would have done anything for you!" (imagine this said in the most anguished voice possible, with heartwrenching sobs. Probably broke many DB rules. But it's not even about the R anymore. It's about my kids. The ones that I didn't carry in my body for 9 months each to only give them half a home.)

So, we've both seen lawyers. H saw a firm locally that is big into father's rights. Very high retainer though, don't think he would be able to afford it. I saw my lawyer first. H only saw his because I said I didn't want him to take D overnight.

H apparently got kind of pissy that I had address labels that said Ms. Firstname Lastname.

They were the freebie address labels that St. Jude hospital sends out with the request for donations. I've had Ms. Firstname Lastname labels the whole time we've been married. I actually laughed at that, in between sobs. I told him that everything I've been doing is on the defensive, but he doesn't see himself as being on the offense.

So H took D out for a while, and when he came back to the house I apologized for losing it, and went tanning. H also complimented my weight loss. After I got back from tanning, he went out to get some beer and food (bought a 2-pk of key lime pie to share) and we watched some funny youtube videos and a couple of episodes of Scrubs together, and I went to bed.