I really don't know what I'm doing here.
I've been with my 'd'p a number of years and he won't commit, won't move in together, says he will but never does, says it's because the travelling to work is too much and that he can't do it. Then he says he's definitely going to get a new job.
I'm pregnant, I didn't even tell him straight away but I really hoped that he would take the small steps to commit to the relationship. But of course he hasn't, and I guess he won't.
He never asks how I'm feeling, if I ask him to do a small thing after work because I'm tired he says that he's more tired because his job is harder than mine.
Don't get me wrong like most he can be lovely kind and considerate. But the rest of the time he's just a selfish wet blanket.
I've fucked up big time, I'm lying here in bed tears running, I've got a beautiful ds in the next room asleep. I just feel sick and so alone.
I don't think I could possibly have a termination and I'm past the first trimester anyway.
So what, me ds and a baby on our own?
I pick the most awful, cowardly horrible men, I've had horrible experiences with men my whole life. I'm not capable of having a loving relationship.
Ds is the only person who brings me any happiness in life.
I wish I could just run away with ds and the baby away from it all.