DP and I have been together five years but it has felt like a lifetime. We go through these ridiculous waves of things being great and then shit. I thought we had finally sorted things out; things were good. We settled down bought a house and had a baby. But actually I think planning those things was us just knitting together a massive sticky plaster to put over the ravine in our relationship. I'm now done with everything. I hate being at home all day. Lockdown has robbed my identity completely and I'm desperately missing other people. My partner, we think, has some form of personality disorder. He has two children from a previous relationship who I don't have any bond with. Yesterday he delighted in telling me how our baby would grow up wanting to spend all his time with DP and his siblings and want nothing to do with me because I don't join in. I'll be ignored by all. He had the biggest smirk on his face whilst telling me this. DP does nothing for our son and yet tells me he'll want nothing to do with me when he is bigger and will only want DP. I wouldn't dream of saying something so hurtful. Obviously we need to separate (plucking up courage) but I need to build myself up. I need to rise in above it all and work on myself to be happy but I don't know how.