I've (38m) been separated from my children's mother for over 2 years and divorce has been final for over 1 year now. When I go to drop the kids off at their mom's house, I can't help but to break down crying on my way back home...every single time. I wish I could get my shit together over this. The divorce is what it is and I can't change it now. Everytime I leave that house, the memories of the good times there and everywhere else haunt the living fuck out of me and there is nothing I can do for days to clear those cobwebs and I walk around in a daze. I'm starting to think I have not fully mourned the loss of my old life.