Like I literally dread the weekend. We spent so long trying to have a kid and I love him so bloody much but I'm so tired.
He's just turned 4. My DH spends alot of time napping or on his phone and gets shitty if I dare to bring that up.
Weekends aren't fun. I don't enjoy spending time with my family. It's constant go go go with my son. And DH is too busy looking at his phone so the constant questions get directed at me.
I feel like a selfish bitch for having a child and then not wanting to spend time with him but I really don't enjoy it. I love seeing him have fun and learn and grow and the idea of him not being around makes me feel sick but I just want to be on the outside watching. I like cuddles and chill and watching a movie or reading with him but that's rare. I do alot of craft with him but even that is hard because I struggle to cut up the cardboard etc and don't get support.
Every morning the kid is up between 5.30-6 will chill for a bit after I give him his tablet (don't judge it keeps us sane and is the only time he has it) but every morning it's me that does it. Then we need to be downstairs at 7 to get ready to get out the door for 7.45 cause it takes forever to get DS out the door. DH saunter down at 7.30 and gets shitty when I say I needed help earlier.
I'm sick of being the bad guy.
Weekends my son is so bloody full on. I have a disability so I'm always really tired and in a lot of pain but I deal because it is my everyday. But I'm the bad guy for asking for help. He'll put the dishwasher on about a 3rd of the time despite agreeing to keep on top of the kitchen. I do everything else and get moaned at if he doesn't have a clean tshirt.
I already take sertraline and that has made a massive difference to my anxiety but honestly I'm just not happy. Any time I try and have a fucking adult conversation I'm nagging or having a go or a bitch. I'm stuck.