I have mentioned before that the divisions in roles have been pretty defined from the beginning. I don't mind really, except for the fact that the disconnect in communication makes the division feel wider. Our family has often felt like two entities: H, and "me and kids".
My H works very hard and is the chief wage earner. I am grateful for that. However, he has also taken the position that his "having to work" either gives him more power in the relationship, or that he is alternately the one most dis empowered- the victim of his job, while we get to not work as hard as he does, or we get to do things he can't. If I ever brought up issues, it was " well who works harder" "you get to enjoy the kids and I don't"... .forget the fact that even asking him to wash a dish or change a diaper would result in him being angry.
So, I basically took on the role of parenting the kids. Which over the years has resulted in me being the main person to make plans with the kids, keep up with their activities, homework, school, and other events. I can imagine the dads on this thread thinking what's wrong with that?
Well nothing really, except it just occurred to me that being the middle man between him and the kids can be an enabling position. Now, if he isn't completely informed, or plans change, then he gets to blame me for that. So he gets to be uninvolved and then not responsible for that. And I have been enabling this the whole time.

This moment occurred when, a while back, H asked me if there was anything going on at the time with the kids as he was asked to take on a work assignment.
At the time. there was nothing and he took on the project. Now, something has come up and he will have to miss it. I literally found myself panicking when I told him- because I feared he would blame me for it. I ticked him off by asking him if he understood that I had no prior knowledge of it. It was my fear talking.
Nothing happened, and it didn't escalate, because I went off to be in another room. I was really anxious. Partly for in the moment. While sitting in the bedroom, I imagined myself crawling under the bed, to hide- something I had not done since I was a kid- and then I recognized that this is what I did, when I knew my mother with BPD was angry with me, and that I had played this out so many times with my H- trying to make his world as calm and not to upset him, just like mom.
We have made a lot of progress, but this tells me I still have work to do on not enabling and feeling responsible for things I can not predict or control, but I can't help but wonder if I will get blamed for that. Thankfully, I have better tools now, but old feelings are hard to change.