So all last week dp was begging me to join my mom on a trip an hour and a half away to my aunts. He begged me and said he needed his own time for himself. I've gone back on maternity leave now as I'm 35 weeks pregnant but he's done most of looking after dd whilst I've been at work. She's 10 months old. (before people slate me, ds was not planned. My contraceptive failed and although I considered abortion and adoption, I can't do it. I'll just have to manage). I can understand him wanting 5 mins. But he's been let go from his job. He has 5 mins when she's napping etc.
I do everything. Pay all the bills, all the housework and I won't lie, I'm really struggling. I'm in so much pain.
He constantly moans at me. Constantly tells me I have a week to get rid of the cat, which is my company being as though he's gaming all the time with his friends online. Ive had to sell everything precious to me to pay bills.. You get the idea. I'm depressed because of him.
So I went out Saturday. I felt shit as I have sciatica. I didn't eat or drink all day cause my aunt didn't offer and there's no shops around her. I took dd so had to try and keep her routine normal which I struggled to do. I was tied, weak and wanted to come home to my privacy to eat something.
So I gave him strict instructions I wanted the house spotless. SPOTLESS. I messaged him to help me get dd out the car too as I had all her bags etc. He wasn't waiting for us.
I walked in to find the house a real tip. An I'm not exaggerating. There were his friends round which I weren't informed were coming. Girls (who his friends bought) who don't like me. KFC chicken everywhere. He hadn't made dd a bottle to come home to. He didn't even say hello.
I went upstairs. Did dd a bottle and went up. He came up after I'd been there for about an hour in my room trying desperately to get dd to sleep and I told him to basically fuck off. I'd had enough and wanted him to go back to his family. His friends could drive him back home. I put some clothes in a bad for him and threw them down the stairs and told him he wasn't welcome anymore. My home isn't a damn hotel and I won't be treated that way.
So anyway, as soon as he went back downstairs, he kicked everyone out and then tidied everywhere. He then left. (I was upstairs.) by this point, I locked the door and I went to bed with dd. I woke up about half hour later to see flowers and chocolate. (not good enough to me) and he hadn't gone home. He decided to stay.
An he still won't damn leave. Im barely speaking to him. I'm so angry.
Is this unreasonable? I think he's staying until ds is born but I don't understand why he doesn't just leave. He's doing nothing for me and won't go.