He is really very lovely. He's loving, kind, gorgeous, wonderful with my DD. We've always had a really supportive relationship, that's always been the great thing about us, how we just support each other, never blame, have complete faith.
But the last few years (pretty much since he moved in) have been really hard. There's been a lot of money worries. I used to have more money so it didn't matter that he wasn't earning that much with his new business.
But my circumstances changed - mum got cancer, lost a major client, business partner emigrated. My earnings went down a lot so I couldn't pick up the slack anymore.
We moved to a smaller house, got pregnant, had a miscarriage. DP's business had so many ups and downs. We had to lend a lot of money off my family before Christmas. For the first time in my life, I had depression. There was just so much stress.
But the last couple of months, things have really been looking up. I feeling well again, I'm working on losing the weight I gained when I was unwell. My work is picking up, I'm positive about it again. I'm getting paid next week and for the first time in I don't know how long there was going to be enough for a haircut! I was going to treat DD to some new clothes as we are going away with family next week.
It's also my birthday and DP talked of finally getting my engagement ring (not an expensive one obviously). It was just all getting really lovely again.
Monday night, DP came home and told me he's been slapped with a big bill. I have no idea how he didn't know it was coming. His restaurant's also had the worst week ever.
So now next week, I have to pay all the rent and all the bills again. All of those nice things are out of the window. I've bought all the food and paid a bill this week and as I was waiting for a payday, I was running low anyway, I now have £18 to last me until Tuesday. He has nothing. I used to have savings and a £1,000 buffer zone to cover emergencies.
When we go away, everyone else will be having fun, but we'll be skint. Again. DP is depressed and stressed and worried and sad and I should be supporting him. He was so good when I was ill.
But I don't feel supportive. I want him to quit, sell up. I don't think it's viable anymore.
I'm just so sick of worrying and not being able to enjoy anything. I've been sat here wondering whether me and DD would have been better off if he never moved in. Or if we move out now? Less stress.
I must sound like such a superficial cow. What do you do when you love someone but you just feel like life is always going to be hard with them? We've already decided that we are never going to be in a position to have another child as we are never going to afford it. That was devastating. I just feel like I am always going to have to be the one picking up the slack.
Am I being completely unreasonable to be feeling like this? How should I be being?