Has just come home drunk and purposely taken my vase of flowers into garden and smashed it (no idea why), has now passed out on sofa, will hopefully choke in his sleep. I'm 7 months pregnant, this relationship is not going the way I wanted / hoped it would, feel really stuck and have a sinking feeling it's just going to get worse. He is fucking useless around the house, with DIY, with money etc. Wondering what the actual fuck I saw in him, apart from making me laugh and being alright in bed, and how my life has come to this. What a cock womble he is. Has anyone else's chap actually manned the fuck up when first baby arrived, or just continued in same shitty routine?