I have a beautiful daughter with my husband, but her entry into the world was a tricky one. The truth is, I did not want a child. I was truthful with my partner when I met him (over 10 years ago) that I had no interest in kids. He, on the other hand, did. And somehow I let him convince me to have one.
So we had my daughter. I had severe postnatal depression when she was born (I was put on meds and almost hospitalised), and parenting has been such a struggle for me. I don't expect much sympathy here and I'm not asking for it because I know that this was my own doing.
In any case, I love my daughter more than any one else in the world, and I know that on my deathbed she is the one I will be thinking of. She is amazing. And I try very hard to be a good parent, I really do.
But it's hard. I find parenting so hard: I'm an anxious person and extremely introverted so I think I knew looking after another life would be challenging which is why it never appealed in the first place. I don't know how other people do it. We are at a stage where I am just about coping. I work (it is my refuge) and juggle motherhood and we seem to be managing. But I feel like I am a hair's breath away from collapsing. Maybe I never really got over my depression, who knows? Everyone tells me I look dog-tired and I've lost a lot of weight to the point where I am really skin and bones. (Oh by the way, my husband does his share, in fact, more than his fair share. He is a hands on dad, so I have to give him credit there.)
Now here's the thing. My husband is pestering me to have a second. I have said 'no'. I've reminded him that I've already compromised. I've reminded him of the horrible postnatal depression. And frankly, I don't even understand why I need to give him a reason. This always ends in an argument. He becomes quite condescending to me when I say 'no' and likes to remind me that I come from a 'dysfunctional' family (my mum committed suicide, so I guess he's not wrong) and how he's had to put up with all my psychiatric crap (postnatal depression + a long grieving period after my mum died) and why can't I just be 'normal'?
I don't know what I to do. I feel that if my husband cared for me he would not want to put me through this when he knows I am so against it. What do you think? Am I being unreasonable?
Also, what do you think I should do? Sometimes I think the only answer is divorce. But it's all so bloody messy now. I'm so unbelievably sad. I feel like I've married a bully.