I am living in cloud cuckoo land half the time
When we got married, I fully believed it was happy ever after
When we planned our baby, I believed he would be the loving, caring, supportive husband I never had during my previous pregnancies. I believed that I would not be sobbing in hospital as I recall telling him happened when I was expecting DD.
That didn’t happen.
I believed he would be a wonderful father to our baby, being there each night, helping with baths, doing just as much as me. I believed he would be bringing me home from hospital and welcoming us home with flowers and hugs and cups of tea.
That didn’t happen.
Instead, I came home thanks to a lift from friends, in the middle of the night, to spend DS2’s first night in our bed alone.
No flowers
No care
No love at all – him being cold and playing candy crush. Going kick boxing rather than spend night 2 with us. Him lying about having to have the boys the day DS2 was born.
And now, he says that I am so far down his priorities, that he has so LITTLE love for me, that he will not give 6 weekends a year. That there is effectively no chance of us being a family together. Because he has decided that your feelings for me are not enough.
So, I have to accept that ALL my hopes and dreams are nothing. There are no happy pregnancy memories. There are no happy coming home memories. There is no card and photo of flowers from him in DS2’s new baby box.
There are no memories of us nightly waking to look after DS2. No memories of daily baths together.
There will be no memories of family weekends, striding out along the beach with DS2 and the 4 kids and the dog. There will be no memories of family holidays.
And yet I still keep hanging on to that hope, that he is going to change his mind. That suddenly he is going to love me enough, or at least a little more.
But actually, he doesn’t want anything to change. He wants to keep his life in a box, no change, no chance of a holiday with me, casting me aside for weeks on end when he has the boys in the holidays. No weekends for me to keep positive about. That’s what I needed, a fixed date to hang on to for a couple of months, something to look forward to. That 3 nights of feeling like PART of what I believed was our future, is real.
For him, he can just switch off and forget and revert to his “old life”. I am daily with our baby, daily thinking about what I believed was our future, and daily reminded of the fact that ALL those hopes and dreams were based on lies, and reminded of the fact that the memories I have, are not the memories I hoped for.
I wanted just a promise of 6 weekends a year, and maybe 2 week long holidays when I could experience all that I hoped for.
My heart is so sad, he knew how VERY important it was to me, not really to have a baby, but to have those experiences. And those were taken away. I feel robbed. I really don’t know what to do.
It seems that sometimes he is open to wanting us to be a family, then he gets scared of the possibility of things going wrong, and wants to box himself back into his “safe” life. Where he can forget about me, and our marriage, and the promises, and our baby. Where he can do what he has always done.
Whilst every minute of every day (pretty much), I cannot forget.
I wanted to be able to give a child the family I could not with DS1 and DD, to give a child a father, to give myself the happy memories.
I don’t know if I love him even. How could I “love” someone who causes me so much pain? Someone who treats me so coldly. I feel like this is my one shot to have a family. To raise a child with their father.
I have sorted out some counselling. I have so many "issues" that I need to resolve. And I need to do something about these false hopes and crazy dreams. I just can't imagine never being part of a proper family. Of not having a child who doesn't remember growing up with daddy. 3 kids, and I have failed them all.