Still living in the same house. Had the first night where my nerves didn't feel like they were frazzled as fuck in months. Played games with my kid, snuggled with him for an hour after that and put him to bed. As soon as I got out of his room, she brings up that she wants to file this week. We're trying to do it together to save all the lawyer expenses, as we're not and never been that hostile to each other. God i'm having a hard time though. I hate this whole thing. I'm already mourning a family I spent 18 years building. She seems to think my kid (almost 10 years old) will be ok. I went through divorce as a kid at 13 and I was never OK after that. I'm so scared for my son.