Sorry, I'm back here whinging again. I updated my previous thread but realised that didn't really make sense. I'm a bit lost and worried that might entire life is a sham tbh.
DS woke up inexplicably at 5am and since then I have been up and down, trying to encourage him back to bed, singing him back to sleep, getting hit in the face when he had a melt down, changing him because he'd pooed in his nappy (still in nappies at night). Now it's 7.30 and we're up having breakfast on the sofa watching Hey Dougie.
Throughout all of this, much if it in mine and DHs bedroom, DH has been laying there, in silence, eyes shut. At one point I said "DH, can you help me? He needs changing but he's having a meltdown." DH got up and immediately came back to bed saying he hadn't done a poo and was fine. I knew he had. So I got up again and took DS downstairs to clean him up myself.
Other than that, DH didn't say a word. He didn't try to help, he didn't say "Don't hit mummy" or mutter a thank you to me for doing everything so he could sleep, just nothing.
I know he's tired because he fell asleep on the sofa last night watching a film. I had gone to settle DS again at about 9.30 and fallen asleep in with him myself. I woke up at 2am and found DH on the sofa. He came to bed. When i came down this morning the door to the living room had been left open meaning the dog had made a bloody nest on the sofa, the lights were on, crisp packets on the floor, stuff from last nights dinner (that I cooked) all over the kitchen...
I just feel like a complete mug. Nothing I've said this week has hit home at all.
When we got married we left London and moved to the other side of the UK to the place DH grew up. It's lovely but not easy as a newcomer or a SAHM. My career has taken a dive. I'm trying to apply for a masters and part time work to start in Sept but my confidence is so low it feels impossible. We're broke because I'm at home and DH is doing a job he loves but doesn't earn much. He's built it up from nothing in 3 years and that's an achievement but still. I have no money of my own. Everything I spend on me and DS (a few quid for soft play, baked potato in supermarket cafe once a week) is scrutinised because we can't afford it. I have one bra that fits me and it's falling apart.
What is the point of me? DS is amazing and my world but I can't live my whole life for him alone.
I know I'm rambling. I don't know what to do. DH says he loves me and he's not a bad guy but I'm starting to wonder if marriage (at least to me) and parenting isn't for him. I'm really lonely. I've said this stuff to him before but nothing really changes.
It's our wedding anniversary next week and he's arranged for his mum to babysit so we can "go for a pint". I don't know if we have anything to celebrate together.