I have been with DP for 18 months. We had known each other for a while as friends (but not that well), then he tragically lost his young niece to suicide and just after that asked me to come to see him (we lived 4 hours drive apart). I thought he just wanted me there as a friend but he clearly had other ideas, and after that we started a relationship.
It was all really good to begin with. Pretty soon after a few weekends to-ing and fro-ing he came to stay and never left again. Two months after meeting, he had a breakdown, a delayed reaction to what happened with his niece. He literally went completely mad - I won't go into too much detail as I feel that's his personal stuff. I took him to the GP and she sent him straight to the mental hospital where they tried to section him, but he ran away.
That very same week, I found out I was pregnant. Tbh it wasn't as much of a shock as it could have been - I had so much on my plate at that time, DP being completely mad and needing 24h supervision to stop him from hurting himself, and my ex stalking me in a really full on and terrifying way (that is a story in itself). So the pg seemed the least of my worries and I was just focussed on trying to get DP the help that he needed, and just surviving really.
Just to give you a bit of background on DP, he had a really abusive childhood and also lost his ds age 22 months a few years ago in a tragic accident. He also has Aspergers. So his mental health has never been great but before we got together he had never had any professional help. What happened with his niece was the straw that broke the camel's back I think.
With professional help he got a lot better over the next few months, and everything calmed down. Our dd was born in the summer, and he has been a great dad to her and really happy to be a parent again. He is such a lovely man in so many ways - he is great with my DD1 and our DD2, he does loads around the house and is just a really nice, kind hearted person.
BUT, the problem is, since he had his breakdown over a year ago, there has been no physical side to our relationship. Like, none. He refuses to sit next to me on the sofa, give me a cuddle, kiss or anything. As for a shag, well there's more chance of hell freezing over.
I have been as patient as I can possibly be about this. At first I put it down to me being pg (and obviously him being in a bad place in his head), but as time as passed the situation has got worse and worse. If I try to talk to him about it he just says 'I don't know' to everything I ask him. He can't give me any indication of whether things will ever change or not. He said he just thinks about death all the time, and he can't think about sex.
I know he is messed up, and the Aspergers doesn't help. But I am quite a physical person, I really need that side of the relationship to be there, and it breaks my heart every day when he rejects me.
Last night we had another major bust up about it and he said he was leaving. It seems he would rather do that than make any kind of change. I know I do his head in going on about it but I don't know how much more patience I have in me. I love him so much and I have invested so much into helping him. The last thing in the world I want is to split up, but I think if it was down to him it would be like this forever. I can't see how things will ever change now.
Do you think I should cut my losses or hang on in there?
Sorry this is long.