I think I'm falling out of love with my husband.
We have two sons, the eldest is 2.7, the youngest is sixteen days. I pushed for us to have a child initially, but when DS1 was born I was hit with crippling PND and PTSD following a traumatic birth. It took me a good six months to start to improve and I didn't fully begin to enjoy him until he was 15mos.
I insisted throughout his babyhood that I categorically did not want any more children. DH would never comment on this. However, from DS1 turning 1yo he began to tell me how cruel it would be to deny DS1 a sibling, citing friends of his who were unhappy "lonely onlies".
Depression is a funny thing and, whilst I don't think it was DH's intention, I began to think I would be a shit mother if I didn't provide DS1 with a sibling.
I fell pregnant straight away and had a huge meltdown. I desperately wanted to abort but DH and DM talked me out of it. I then went into denial I think, believing the pregnancy would last forever which, obviously, it didn't.
I loathe and despise looking after a young baby. Every single day feels never ending. And I find I'm blaming DH for how I feel. He, after being understanding at the beginning of the pregnancy, now tells me just to get on with it. I spend every day wanting to pack a bag for DS1 and I and to just leave him to it.
I can't even go back to work early as I need to sit an exam in October to be able to work (results won't be back until December). I can't leave him as I couldn't cope as a single parent to both children and I do still want to be with him. At least I think I do.
How can I stop myself from hating him for what, in my eyes, he has inflicted on me and DS1?