Long time poster, NC for this as I think really I’m being unreasonable.
Objectively, DH is in many ways great. He is smart and funny, he was my university sweetheart, we’ve been together 13 years, married 5. In the ways that matter he’s a great dad - is devoted to our daughter, tries to take as equal a role in parenting as he can given that I’m on maternity leave and he has a demanding job. But I think I’ve got the ick.
I had DC1 during the pandemic, she’s now 2.5 and she’s absolutely lovely but going through a phase where she’s hard work. I really really struggled with the transition to parenthood. I had a traumatic birth and then post natal depression and anxiety. At the time I convinced myself these were both mild but now that I’ve had DC2 and seen the difference I realise that it wasn’t mild, I wanted to die for six months. During that time DH was not there for me, it wasn’t his fault as he was working 8:30-past midnight pretty much every day and getting up with the baby at 5:30/6, but I’m still struggling to get over his absence when I needed him. It’s got much better but I’m not the confident, happy person I was before kids.
DC2 is now 11 weeks old. The pregnancy was not easy, I didn’t have hyperemises but I was sick 5-6 times a day, every day, for 7 months and then for the last two months got every bug and infection going, nothing serious just cumulatively absolutely exhausting.
We are lucky that he’s generally an easy baby, he cries very little and is easily soothed. I haven’t had the mental health problems I had with DC1 so it’s seemed a breeze by comparison. DH takes the baby for two hours in the evening and for one hour in the morning but otherwise I do all night wakings so I’m tired. So far I’ve barely tried to get the baby into his basket because trying to make DC1 sleep was such a trigger for my PND. Im generally fine with this but the upshot is that we are co sleeping and contact napping and baby won’t be put down so I’m spending 100% of my awake time and 90% of my asleep time with the baby on me.
Everything DH does rubs me up the wrong way. Suddenly his humour all seems offensive and juvenile. He snaps at our daughter and at me constantly. We haven’t had sex since October and honestly I feel guilty about it but I don’t have any desire to change that. We don’t kiss, we spend almost zero time alone together, I just feel like we are coparents rather than a couple. Sometimes I feel like I hate him. When he says he’s happy I want to slap him.
I’ve spent the last three years pregnant 50% of the time, breastfeeding the other 50%, ill, mentally and physically and I think it’s just killed our relationship. Is there any way back?
Currently hiding in the bath having abandoned him with both kids for the first time ever as I just couldn’t take it. But I can hear crying and snapping and I’m going to have to go an fix it in a minute.