Thank you everyone, sorry I wasn't able to come back and reply earlier. And oik, thank you for the reply on my other thread as well - I keep thinking about what you said about meeting you in the streeet and not knowing your history and making a judgement just like others are of me and I of them (if that makes sense) makes me think maybe a lot of my thought patterns are all sqewed up...
(I'm writing this on my phone so apologies for spellings etc - only a tiny screen!)
I've been thinking about the replies. Maybe it is just that I am going through this blackness and finding it very hard to relate to my family (dh and dd and my mum) at the moment. I feel like I don't have anything to give in terms of chit chat etc as eveything seems to insignificant. But I realise at the same time that that's me being very selfish and unfair really as of course these things are important to them.
I think I found things easier being on my own as I didn't have the constant surrounding of being with someone, if I wanted to have a bit of a mental breakdown and cry my eyes out when dd was in bed then I could and I dint have the pressure of someone else being worried about me or me feeling guilty for upsetting them. Ironically one of the reasons my ex h left (despite being a twat in general and going back to his ex!) Was because he said he felt he couldn't make me happy, that he hated seeing me so down sometimes. So I do accept this isn't something "new". Its like the whole baby thing has just shoved the final nail in the coffin. Strangely I do seem to feel better after having a massive emotional blow out, although now I do it driving around in my car on my own crying to sad cd'd and sad fm rather than sitting on my sofa drinking too much wine and getting myself into a state.
When I Went back home after the row I found that dh had punched a couple of things in the house - nothing serious, an easter egg and mug I brought for him with dd that was destroyed. A box of my favourite chocolates. I know he did it as he was angry with me. Fair enough. The kitchen drawer doesn't shut properly now where he's slammed it. I know he feels bad enough, he spent the day trying to fix it.
We talked and I ended up giving him a cuddle and telling him I love him and I didn't mean to upset him so much, he said he was sorry too and he feels like he ruins everything by overreating to comments - I think its a bit of both of us. He then got a bit stressed with me because I was upset and angry and he kept saying he doesn't understand why I'm this upset about everything. To him out lives are fine. He then ended up in flood of tears and I can't cope with the guilt of feeling I've upset him so I pulled myself together and we did some decorating together. I felt totally claustrophobic for the rest of the day as I just craved my own space but he was obviously petrified I was going to leave him (kept asking if I was going to and I said no) so he wouldn't leave my side.
I kept thinking all I have to do is get through today and then he's back at work but he decided it would be nice for us tohave another day together so he booked the next day off work as holiday! I was so fed up. And yet I feel bad as I know he's trying to be nice. So we had all day together yesterday too. I ended up having sex with him in the morning as it basically buys me some more time in terms of him worrying about "us" as he thinks as long as we're having sex everything is ok.
So today he's gone to work as he thinks I'm fine now. Ironically I have to make him think everything is fine to "buy" me time to sit and collapse when he's at work. Otherwise he won't go to work as he's worried about me.
I'm seeing my mum today. She keeps sending me texts asking why I think she's a horrible mother and why I made her move out and live on her own. I could write a whole different thread about my mum but essentially I lived with her all my life until recently but just had enough of her manic moods, drinking too much and swearing at me at 3am and then saying she couldn't remember. I have very high standards of cleaning and she has none and 3 dogs that bark constantly. I've never said she's a horrible mother, I tell her she's a good one but just that I can't live with her. She takes this as a total rejection. We used to be quite close and I'm trying to make amends to her. I've offered to take her out today. She won't come to our house as she feels so hurt about everything. Everyone in my life is fucking mental.
I didn't sleep well yesterday. I had braxtons all day and felt awful and then I had acid indigestion at night and had to sleep sort of sirting up. Dh was worried about me and kept asking me what he could do when I just wanted to sleep!! For fucks sake.
We went shopping yesterday and we saw my old fwb in the supermarket. Of course we didn't talk to him, dh doesn't know him except from a photo but dh spotted him and said isn't that so and so, so I turned round to see and fwb looked right at me. Cringe. Dh found it funny, he thinks ex fwb is horrible looking and teased me about it all the way home - trying to be funny. I laughed along. What fun.
So we'll see how today goes. I'm going to try and get to the gp on monday. Ultimately though I do think there isn't any cure as everything just feels wrong. But who knows.
Thank you for putting up with me and my ramblings.