After considering it all year I think I am at final decision time with my partner, but I just don’t know what is right. I’ll give the background:
I am nearly 25, he is 32. We met 4 years ago in London and it was pretty much instant. After 6 months of spending every day together we moved in, 6 months later moved out of London and bought a house. 4 months after that I found out I was pregnant. We kept our beautiful daughter, who is now 14 months. In January we moved again to be closer to my family, our home is rented out and we rent somewhere here.
He’s a good guy - he means well and he loves me, I know that. But he’s useless, there is no other way to describe it.
We both work full time and he uses it as a reason to do NOTHING, and I mean nothing. Even when I was pregnant I did everything. I have quite serious anxiety and he doesn’t understand it, leading to us arguing a lot. When he looks after our daughter they do nothing but watch TV, which I hate. He also smokes weed sometimes - which I had no problem with pre baby (I was never an angel), but of course since she has been here I have said it is wrong and he needs to stop.
He earns half the amount I do. I’m not materialistic but being as I am the ‘breadwinner’ you would think he would try and help more in other ways, to make up for that. Also - when he does smoke weed I am furious that this is where his money goes whilst I pay for everything for our daughter.
He is lazy, and doesn’t understand why that is wrong, it is like it is built into him.
I love him, in the way that we really do get on well (when we’re not arguing), but I know that it’s not enough.
I’m terrified though, if you told me 5 years ago I would be a single mum I would have laughed then cried endlessly. It’s not what I wanted from life and I worry the effect it will have on our daughter, but I also know the way he acts will negatively effect her.
I don’t hate him, I’m not angry - I would never stop him seeing her and would do everything I could to make the relationship the three of us would have separated as normal and smooth as possible. I’d love to be able to be his friend.
But I just don’t know. Perhaps it is the stigma around being a single mum, the fact I know he would never ‘intentionally’ hurt me he’s just an idiot stuck in his ways, or the fact that I do love him and will miss him hugely that is stopping me.
Please, any advice would be appreciated.