I don't know where to start with this, I don't want to drip feed so I'll say as much as I possibly can about the issues here and await your collective wisdom.
I have a 5 week old baby with dp. I also have a 7 yo dd who doesn't see her father (due to his complete lack of interest) and have been on my own the whole time before I met my current dp. We've been together fro 2 years , baby was completely unplanned, a massive shock and at first completely unwanted by dp. We both came around to the idea and he was actually incredibly supportive during the pregnancy. But it gets more complicated. We don't live together and it's becoming a real issue.
He had to move back in with his parents several years ago to pay off his debts (student debt and credit card debt due to stupid spending by his own admission. We're not talking a lot anymore, ha has maybe £1000 left to pay off and will be cleared in a few months according to him). At home his mother does everything for him. She is a lovely woman, she really is, but it makes me a bit
that at 32 years of age his mum still washes and puts away his laundry, changes his bed and cooks for him. He takes it completely for granted and it makes me worry that he'll expect the same from me and I'll equally get no thanks. His debts have been the reason he's not moveds in before (his reason, not mine)
On the other hand, I've become far too accustomed to living on my own and being independant. It's proved enormously difficult for me to have him around all the time and tbh it's been a blessed relief to have him go back to work after his paternity leave and get back to my routine. But that's a massive problem isn't it? I should want him to live here with us and us all to be a family. I've ended up sending him home every night and going days without seeing him, so he could get some sleep for work. That's what I've been telling myself anyway. dd is still so small and I cosleep with her just as I did with dd1. He seems to think I'm deliberately pushing him away by havign her in bed, when the reality is that I'm bfing her almost constantly (now in fact!) and the only way I'll get any sleep is to have her next to me. Apparently his friends with dc (of which he has one
) think dd is quite old enough to be in her own cot.
So now we have a kind of horrible impasse. I don't want him to move in uinless I am absolutely sure this is going to last. I don't want my eldest to see him move in and then have us break up and him leave. On the other hand, I do feel that he's being overly critical of me and the way I choose to parent, and is frankly being a bit of a spoiled brat about a lot of things. He was absolutely awfuol to me 2 days postnatal when I was crying for no real reason, yellign at me that he couldn't understand why I was upset because I never told him anything. if I'm honest, I'm finding that one incident difficult to get over. It's like he just doesn't understand me, or the reality of having a young baby at all. He gets frustrated that I don't 'make time' to have lunch every day. He doesn't understand what a clingy baby actually entails.
But now he's said he's fed up of having a relationship from a distance, and he has a point. It must be horrible to be sent away every night. I really did have his best interests at heart at first, it started when I had terrible pregnancy insomnia and the need to pee about 10 times a night and he was saying how tired he was getting at work. But now I feel it's just easier not to have him here. I know I am massively set in my ways. My family all think the sun shines out of him for 'taking on' me and dd, like I'm some kind of lost cause. I also feel I'm not giving things enough of a chance and it's actually pretty awful of me to try and shut him out. But I don't know if the problem is with the relationship or with me. I've had to do everything myself for so long that I just don't know how else to be and to let anyone else in (even someone I've just had a baby with fgs) feels like such a risk. Everyone is telling me to let him move in and see how it goes. I can see that there's little risk in a 'trial' so why am I so bloody reluctant still? I feel like I'm not giving us a chance to be a real family and I'm terrified that I'll hate myself for that in years to come.