I was in a relationship just before covid hit, we moved in when covid happened. I completely believed this man was right for me. We talked a lot about starting a family, I was early 30s and he late 30s. Both on the same page with it all, I was so happy. Two years into the relationship I was unexpectedly pregnant. We did talk about if we were ready etc and he said he would support me whatever. We went ahead. From mid pregnancy things went downhill. It was awful. I moved out and he didn’t see our son for 5 months after birth. Since then things were better in that way, he has seen him every weekend (and except when travelling to see his elderly mum at a weekend). He pays on time and will often get ds extras. He’s since apologised for his behaviour while i was pregnant and said he still loved me etc but even after he said that his shitty behaviour continued so I haven’t gone back there. He is not a good partner and is a below average dad to ds… everything, and I mean everything, is left to me. I have tried to get him to do more, I’ve explained endlessly what I have to do and how I have to juggle work etc but he literally does not care. He has a budding career in finance that he went into late in life and he is focused on pound signs only.
I managed well until ds hit 20 months last week and I just feel I’ve hit a wall. Before then I was juggling things well, house was tidy, I was mentally ok and positive, I had hope for the future etc but now I suddenly feel like fog has lifted and I can see how gruelling and awful this is going to be forevermore. Financially things are starting to show that I hadn’t considered before, like I can’t pay as much into my pension as I can’t work as hard as my ex as all responsibilities for our son is on me. That’s just one small area. I don’t have chance to date, I will probably never have another child now either as by the time I meet someone I will be practically 40, that’s if I meet someone at all which is unlikely. I can’t believe this is my life. I’ve not had a meal out without ds in nearly two years. I can’t even consider a gym membership, there’s no point. I really don’t know how I got through the last couple of years so well but maybe it was because I had no choice and now it’s starting to hit me. There was a leak downstairs last night and it was all on me. Had no washing machine for just 24 hours and bloody hell things start to fall apart. It’s me heating the home for our son so my bills are higher than when I would just get by as a single person and put a jumper on. I can’t even begin to consider going abroad … the list goes on. I don’t know why I’m posting really. I’m just very sad tonight and as much as I truly adore ds and would never ever want life without him, I just can’t believe my life in general has turned out this way.