So I'm just posting this because it might be cathartic. I'm not expecting any answers, as I don't think there are any. I'm not sure this is the right forum. I couldn't see a better one.
My partner is prone to depression and finding being at work really hard while I have ds (6 months, pfb) all to myself at home. We have always chatted quite often during the day via text or email - nothing long, just the odd 'how's it going?' - but increasingly dp is replying with things like 'miss him' and how boring work is. Work by the way was enjoyable previously albeit with the odd dull moment (which I think is better than many people get).
I have a similar job I will be going back to after maternity.
Recently we have been arguing over ds' bedtime. I think it is fine (8pm, asleep by 9-9.30) but dp wants it earlier. This means dp will see even less of ds and that I will have to do it alone. Dp says it is because ds is overtired by 8 (I don't agree) and also I think so that we get some time together with ds in bed. Dp gets upset that only my 'instincts' seem to count. Dp is also (fairly) feeling neglected as all my focus is on ds. Recently I tried to explain that I am finding physical contact hard (dp has been being a little insistent like demanding a kiss when I am focussed on ds) as I'm getting a lot of it from ds. Dp's response was to back off so far that even 'xxx' stopped being added to texts. I've had to apologise for not explaining myself properly before dp will start behaving normally again.
In usual circumstances I am the optimist and try to encourage and support when dp is down. Ds is ebf, won't take a bottle and is not a great sleeper. At best I was up 2 times a night, currently he is teething so it's 4-5 and I'm getting less than 5 hours sleep. (This is also why I don't want to mess with bedtime right now).
I am so tired. I keep crying and can't cope with dp not supporting me. Ds is wonderful and an absolute joy, but I would give almost anything for a break. Dp just doesn't comprehend how the low mood is affecting me (literally doesn't see why it bothers me). I am terrified that I'm going to collapse in a heap but I have to somehow keep going. I can't discuss it with dp because the conversation always ends up with me placating and reassuring dp.
Thanks for reading all this. I just wanted to get it out there.