Daaaaammmmnnnnn.

YAASSSSSSSSSSS. I LOVED soccer (football for you non-Muricans) because I had totally perfected the art of spiking the ball into someone’s face with my foot. Didn’t matter which side I was on - everybody got a face full of ball. There was a lot of, “PP! Stop blocking her! She’s on YOUR team!”

Divorce lawyer here. I've seen this issue many times. For simplicity's sake, I'll refer to you as the Good Parent, and your spouse as the Crappy Parent (just an assumption - I don't know him personally).