Apologies if this is long winded. For the last few weeks I've been feeling really down and irritable. I have a DD1 almost 10 months and decided not to go back to work with the full support of my DH who is generally a wonderful hubby and Dad.
I was fine at first but finding things a bit moronic. I still don't want to go back to work because I don't think that is the root of the problem. I feel that DH isn't much of a soulmate and am beginning to wonder if he ever was. Before life was always busy busy busy and we did so many things that it didn't seem apparent if conversation was lacking. And because I was working and had a wide social circle I got plenty chat from elsewhere. Now because I am at home I feel I'm relying on him more for general chit chat which is something he is not good at. I can understand that when he comes home from a hard days work he just likes to relax but I'm fed up trying to make conversation. He goes into dreamland and I keep having to repeat myself, end up hugely frustrated and then narky, then he wonders what's up. I've been feeling lethargic and just not quite myself either so after discussion last night he thinks its psychological. He says he'll make more of an effort to talk but it's hard for him. He says he's so relaxed and happy and he's never been a huge talker.
When we do discuss things I'm always left feeling that I've got to prove myself, like all the whys and wherefores have to be asked in a snappy manner by him, never much empathy. And of course after all this discussion where at the end I still didn't feel any better he wonders why I'm not in the mood for sex.
I figure I miss my pals and the social side of things gone past. I do go to Mothers and Toddlers but the thought of having to make new pals where all that is discussed are the children horrifies me. I love my DD to bits and cannot possibly imagine life without her but I'm struggling a bit to adjust to life with her. I miss the spontenaity of being able to do exactly what I want when I want (always been hugely independent and enjoyed my own company). I feel a cow sometimes because I'm so lucky really and I really should just get on with it. But this last week I've felt even more reclusive and the thought of going anywhere or doing anything seems like a hugh effort.
Help - what is wrong with me?