This is really difficult to write. I have never felt so sick I’m my stomach. DP and I have had problems in the past which have all been resolved. Had a wonderful last year following the birth of our baby & him finding employment after difficult stint of unemployment. We both worked really well/hard together and things were great. He became a wonderful dad to DD.
1 year later, I fell pregnant again (this time we were both in shock. I wasn’t on the pill but we were being very careful). It took a while to sink in for both of us but once we got over the surprise were both genuinely happy. Fast forward... the pregnancy has been horrendous. I have had thrush back to back throughout the last 7 months putting an abrupt end to all intimacy. On top of this, I have developed hyper sensitivity & can’t stand to be touched in any form. I’ve also found it impossibly difficult going back to work full time whilst juggling the sale of our house which has involved viewings nearly every weekend & looking after our family.
He has much later finishes than me so I have had to take care of DD morning & night, do all the shopping, cooking, cleaning etc. I have found this shattering and often not handled this well. Plus, he has had to work many weekends which has left me doing a lot of it alone again.
Basically a Rocky few months. My hormones have been all over the place and I know I’m my heart of hearts I have completely pushed him away/been terrible to live with. During the months I was off, I fell naturally into the role of housewife and took care of everything/everyone happily because that was my role and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was going back to work that was the start of things falling apart.
Lots has happened, but 3 days ago he left. He has just informed me he has sorted paid accommodation for 6 months elsewhere & would like to work through things separately. The baby is due in 9 weeks. I feel sick, utterly sick. Last night I was up all night. It can’t see any light at all and can’t function. I have no-one to talk to. The more our parents get involved the more mine dislike him for what he’s put me through/they dislike me for what I have put him through. It’s thoroughly unproductive. I don’t feel I can share this with anyone at this stage and feel utterly helpless. His mind is firmly made up. I don’t know how I’m going to cope.