I don't really know what I'm hoping to gain from this. I suppose I need to share how I feel, and welcome advice from anyone who's been there. It's going to be a long one, so I am so grateful to anyone who gets to the end.
This is likely to be very outing for anyone who knows me, but here goes.
I had a bit of a rough childhood, with family issues resulting in a pretty turbulent home life. My dad is manipulative and aggressive, my mum has been beaten down by him over time, my sister is bipolar, and my brother is my dad's much wanted boy and has always been treated as if he can do no wrong, given anything he wants, allowed to treat anyone however he likes etc.
I met OH when I was 17, during a particularly rough time at home. We got on incredibly well, I trusted him, and best of all, he was so laid back, so stable. He was a much needed constant in my life. We fell into a relationship quickly and for years I was very happy.
The summer after I turned 18, I moved away from home to uni and OH came with me. We lived together with no issues whatsoever. It was just easy, and I can remember thinking this must be what it's supposed to be like when it's the right person.
Due to a contraceptive failure, I fell pregnant just before my third year. I was booked for an abortion at what I believed was 7 weeks. However, I started bleeding shortly before this and lost an 11 week old foetus at hospital just hours later. I was devastated and that shocked me. However, at our follow up scan (to check for the all clear) I was shocked again. Right there on the screen was a healthy foetus. Not able to face losing this baby, we kept her and she was born during our final exams.
I did well, graduated in the July, started a prestigious graduate scheme in the September when DD was 3.5 months. It was the hardest thing I've done. Barely able to support my family financially (OH hadn't found a job so was planning to be a SAHP for a year), I was exclusively breastfeeding to save money, for a refluxy baby who would regularly bring up so much milk that she needed feeding again. This meant that not only was I up every 2-3 hours at night, but was also getting up at 5am to express before work, and generally spending most of the time I was at home either feeding DD or expressing for her. I know it seems like such a small thing, but I felt like all the time I could have been home being her mum, I spent expressing milk for all the time that I couldn't. I was exhausted and felt hugely guilty, but it's what needed doing. So I did it.
It took 2 years before OH got round to finding a job (which I found him) and we immediately started trying for baby number two, something we'd been itching to do. We lost 4 babies before conceiving DD2, who has now arrived. This time, having saved diligently, we can afford for me to have some maternity leave and I'll be returning to work when she's 7 months old.
This all sounds great, but since OH started his job, it has become suddenly very obvious that he is not contributing a jot to the family. He does no childcare, even when in the same room as the kids, unless I ask him specifically. He does no washing, cooking, tidying, cleaning, washing up, banking, bills. He doesn't have any plans for what to do on the weekends, never plans holidays, has no plans or hopes for our futures at all. Just nothing.
Initially I thought he was just getting used to the 9-5 thing, but I spoke to him about it after a few months, then a few months later, and nothing has changed. Redundancies were announced recently at work and I found myself completely breaking down in front of him because I realised I didn't trust him to do his best to find another job if made redundant, which would force me to be the sole earner with a very young baby again. I made an effort to be fair but blunt when I spoke to him, and to spell it all out so that he couldn't possibly be under any illusions about my position. He promised me he would contribute more and start thinking about more than himself.
A month later and almost nothing has changed. He now puts DD1 to bed, but only because I've asked that it be his job while I do DD2. That's the only thing that's changed.
We found out that I'm being made redundant this week, but that he is not. I thought I'd be pleased, relieved to know he still had a job, but I find myself feeling deeply deeply sad. Because I know he's going to assume this means that everything is alright. He doesn't need to look for a new job, so the thing that caused my meltdown has gone away.
I feel like I'm suffocating. I desperately want him to step up and take responsibility for his own life, and a little responsibility of our joint lives would be great too. I know I should probably leave him but I feel like I'd be throwing so much away, and DD1 would be heartbroken. Not to mention that I don't think we'd be able to cover childcare costs between us when I go back to work, should we split.
I've talked to my mum, but she seems to think the problem has gone away now too. I don't know what to do or who to turn to and I just want to run away with the girls and cry in a cave somewhere. I'm only 25. I can't live the rest of my life this way. 