And he's right, really, but the more he gets frustrated and angry about it, the more I withdraw.
He puts me under so much pressure to talk and be upbeat that it makes me go the other way sometimes.
I have virtually no self esteem anyway, and this is knocking me down as well. I really do have nothing to say though. I am at home all day, I am 24 weeks pregnant, I was studying prior to pregnancy but I am taking time out due to complications. I have an older hold from a previous relationship, but thats it. I lost the few friends I had when I split from my ex and I am not all that good with friendships really (I suffered horrendous bullying as a child so I never had friends at all as a child or teenager, so I missed out on learning about friendships). I have always been happier being a but of a loner.
He gets annoyed that I have no hobbies or any real interests, but I just don't. I moved across the country from a very rural location to a large city to be with him three years ago, my life prior to that was quite full, ds did some activities which took up time and I had friends through those, living so rurally has it's own distractions, I had a lot of animals to look after. Since moving here, my interests have gone really.
I had a shitty breakup with ds dad, he is still making life hard, I don't have the energy anymore to even think. I have felt so low and depressed for a few years which doesn't help.
I get very upset when he puts pressure on me and gets angry. He will literally get home and click his fingers in my face saying 'talk, come on, say something, anything'. I panic and it makes me feel so shit. I have nothing to say.
And all the time he's asking me 'what shall we do tonight' all the time. I am not a clown. When I turn it round and say 'well I don't know, what do you want to do' he gets in a stop and says he'll do his own thing then.
He's sometimes horrible to me but he says that's to provoke a reaction and to get me to respond. He has also stopped wanting to have sex as I don't stimulate him mentally apparently (another bone of contention, he doesn't have a high sex drive anyway, I always did, I've had to kill it for my own sanity since being with him) and when we do have sex, I am so pathetically grateful that he's showing me attention that it's all about him not me.
I am so miserable at the moment I don't know what to do.
I have tried talking to him, but he always turns everything around so I can't be bothered anymore.
I get lonely in the daytimes, but now I dread him coming in from work. And I know he does too, he's always saying how much of a laugh he has with people at work, how he looks forward to going in and chatting to them. It makes me feel even worse about myself, I cry all the time.