Brief background - DP and I had a bit of a whirlwind romance, fell almost instantly in love and decided to move to Europe for a bit of a giggle. We sold or donated most of our belongings (not much, we were living in houseshares previously) and found work in Italy. We'd been together about eighteen month by this point and were enjoying our new life when I found out I was pregnant. Reluctantly we decided to move back to the UK and discussed our options. I had booked a termination but backed out at the last minute and we decided to go ahead with the pregnancy. It was a real struggle as we were homeless and hadn't worked long enough to save up much money. We had little furniture or possessions as we'd offloaded in order to move abroad and worse, neither of us had jobs. it was a very stressful time and I was at a very low point, and quite resentful of everyone as a result.
Now two years on we are renting a decent flat, have a beautiful daughter and DP is working in a 'for now' job (i.e it pays the bills and rent but isn't what he wanted to be doing). OF course our lifestyle has had to change (we used to party a lot) and our relationship has taken a bit of a backseat to our roles as parents. Things should be fine, but I'm just so unhappy.
We had a chat on NYE about how different we are - this differences never seemed important before, but they're starting to bug me the longer we're together. He laughs it off and just says 'opposites attract' but I can't reconcile it like that. We share the same sense of humour but everything else - from ideas about parenting to how to spend a Saturday together are completely at odds with each other. We used to spend evenings having a drink and a chat together after DD was in bed but since I stopped smoking and drinking our evenings are reduced to him playing the PS3 and me either reading or writing. I feel as though there is a rapidly expanding gulf between us and we can:t seem to agree on anything.
DD is nearly two and has always been a terrible sleeper - she has never slept longer than three hours straight a night and as I have always been responsible for night wakings my sleep has been shot to shit for the last two years - as a result I have recently suffered severe anxiety and agoraphobia which I am getting help for (CBT & Hypnotherapy). I have also recently stopped breastfeeding and starting taking St Johns Wort - we are also working on DD;s sleep and have recently moved her into her own bed. This is slow but there has been progress. The upshot of all this is that I feel as though I am slowly regaining my identity and with it a feeling of wanting to break free. I have recently been harbouring a strong desire to move back to my childhood hometown - its in a beautiful part of the country and I want to be closer to my family, especially my mother who turns 65 next year and who I am very close to. DP has told me that there is no way that this is going to happen as he doesn;t want to live there. The homesickness I feel is so strong it is an almost physical sensation and I nurse a private fantasy where I just pack DD and myself up and away we go. But he really averse to the idea, and more out of stubbornness than anything else (he is very stubborn) has said a very definite NO.
So what now ? Where do we go from here ? I;m not averse to compromise but he seems so set on his ideas (which are so very different to mine) and doesn;t see that there is a problem, nor that I am struggling. His answer to everything is to Man Up. What happens when you start drifting away from each other and can it be salvaged ?