This is going to be a long one.
My husband and I met in our "high flying careers". We've been married since 2020. My mental health wasn't great in the pandemic and I took a break from work (supported by my savings) , we then had a child and I've never returned to work.
Our child is likely autistic, awaiting assessment. He is in nursery 3 half days a week.
I'm writing because I feel I have no emotional or mental support from my husband. I feel like we have a business relationship - he finances everything (and I know I'm lucky not to work), I do all childcare. And I mean all childcare. Husband has his own room so he can sleep well, I sleep in same bedroom as our son who sleeps extremely badly. I shower with our son because I'm always looking after him - if that makes sense.
Husband works long hours. When not at work he is WFH. He isn't out at the pub, he's never cheated etc. He has no life to be honest, neither do I.
He's very emotionally cold, I think. He is from an upper class background and was raised by a nanny from 2 weeks age. Sent away to wales for half terms, summer holidays etc. I think he thinks childcare/parenting is almost beneath him and something that is outsourced. We would have significantly more money if I did work and he thinks I should be very grateful I get to stay at home - I didn't cope well at work (I think I'm autistic too)
Anyway, I'm pregnant, our son has had d&v for 72 hours now and I'm exhausted. I can't stop crying. I asked him to help with changing towels/bedsheets and he said I need to "step up"
The easy answer is LTB. I will get a decent inheritance within the next 5 years but other than that my savings have run out. Our son is high needs and as I say I have another one on the way. I'd have nowhere to live etc.
I just wish I could make him support me more. Just been sobbing on the phone to community midwife. Maybe I should suggest couples counselling? He's so rigid in his thinking he thinks I should just be grateful for our house etc - and maybe some of the readers here will feel that way too.
The last day "off" from my son was a day in July and I've never, ever had an evening or night away