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I know it's tough with a new baby and I know it throws your life out for a bit but our baby is 4.5 months now and things are still so strained with me and DP. I've been really trying over the last few weeks, to spend time with him, find out what's important to him these days, really care about how he is and how his day has been, and whilst he does make an effort in return, I can see that it's forced... he does not love me... I know this and it's breaking my heart.
Today is Valentine's day and not a big deal, but I've been having a really shit week and thought he would make some small gesture to show he cares. He just bought home alcohol for himself, as I will go to bed at 9, and that is that. It's really not a huge deal, I'm not angry or anything, but it's a sign certainly - if he loved me surely he'd be thinking about me during the day, want to cheer me up?
There is no passion or even a spark. Since DS was born I have not even had him look at me with a sort of respect or awe - I don't mean bowing at my feet, just a 'wow, she had my baby, she's pretty amazing' - no, nothing. If it comes down to it I don't even think he is grateful.
And then, my poor DS. I love him so much. But I am getting shit at being his mum. I don't know any nursery rhymes, I don't know what games to play, I'm concerned about his development - he is not 'into everything' and doesn't seem very dextrous. I think I put him on his play gym too much. He loves it, that's why I do it, but I think he does not have enough variety in a day. We go for walks, I have him on my lap a lot, and I've got lots of toys for him but he is not much interested. I don't even know the words to 'pat a cake'.
I don't feel particularly passionate about DP lately I suppose but I do feel a very deep love for him and I am committed to him. And DS just lights up my day. I am not depressed. But I keep thinking that I wish I could be someone else, somewhere else.