u/Dry_Sky_697

I am deeply unhappy with my life right now. I am completely exhausted and drained by a suffocating daily routine. My entire day is trapped in an endless cycle of childcare, cooking, and cleaning. My only escape is taking a shower, which I still have to rush because my baby is constantly crying.

My husband refuses to look after our child, even for a single moment. Because of this, I can only shower late at night—between 6:00 PM and 9:00 PM—once I've waited for my mother-in-law to get home to watch the baby. Only then can I finally cook, wash the baby bottles, and clean myself.

I used to think my life was hard before I got married. I lived in a dilapidated apartment, forced myself to walk long distances just to save money, and had to shower before bed just to cope with the intense heat and get some sleep.

Now, I have a house, food, air conditioning, and internet access. Yet, my entire existence revolves around my child, and I get absolutely no rest. Even during the night, everything falls entirely on me.

Meanwhile, my husband is completely unemployed and relies entirely on his parents. He refuses to help with a single household chore, and what hurts the most is that he is actively using marijuana.

I desperately want to leave because the stress is driving me to the brink of insanity, but I feel trapped. I have no financial independence. I want to secure a work-from-home job, but I can't even get through a job interview because my husband refuses to hold our child and will simply leave the baby to cry.

I have no choice but to endure this environment, living with his family and an addicted husband, just to ensure my child stays fed and comfortable.

To make matters worse, I have absolutely no support system. Whenever I report my husband's violent outbursts and destructive behavior to my in-laws, they simply tell me, "Just be patient with him." They even pressure me to appease him just to maintain peace in the household.

My own mother is no help either; she has her own family now and views me as nothing but a burden. Ever since she remarried, she abandoned us to fend for ourselves.

My in-laws will always side with their son, so in exchange for shelter and food for my child, I am expected to bear this suffering silently.

They have completely lost respect for me, and I have lost respect for myself just to survive and protect my baby.

I suffer from insomnia, and whenever he throws tantrums and slams things around me, all I can do is cry. No matter how physically and emotionally exhausted I am, I still have to do everything.

Sometimes, I wish I would get hospitalized with an illness severe enough to keep me bedridden, just so I could finally rest for a week or a month. Other times, the emotional weight becomes so unbearable that I just want to disappear so everything will finally end.

When I got married, I genuinely thought I would finally find happiness. I thought, "Finally, I have a family of my own and a home to return to." I thought marrying him would lead to a stable, beautiful life—until he became an addict.

Sometimes I ask God: "Why have You denied me a peaceful family since the beginning? Why is my life still in chaos? Why did the family I tried so hard to build the right way have to break like this?"

I am deeply unhappy with my life right now. I am completely exhausted and drained by a suffocating daily routine. My entire day is trapped in an endless cycle of childcare, cooking, and cleaning. My only escape is taking a shower, which I still have to rush because my baby is constantly crying.

My husband refuses to look after our child, even for a single moment. Because of this, I can only shower late at night—between 6:00 PM and 9:00 PM—once I've waited for my mother-in-law to get home to watch the baby. Only then can I finally cook, wash the baby bottles, and clean myself.

I used to think my life was hard before I got married. I lived in a dilapidated apartment, forced myself to walk long distances just to save money, and had to shower before bed just to cope with the intense heat and get some sleep.

Now, I have a house, food, air conditioning, and internet access. Yet, my entire existence revolves around my child, and I get absolutely no rest. Even during the night, everything falls entirely on me.

Meanwhile, my husband is completely unemployed and relies entirely on his parents. He refuses to help with a single household chore, and what hurts the most is that he is actively using marijuana. I desperately want to leave because the stress is driving me to the brink of insanity, but I feel trapped. I have no financial independence. I want to secure a work-from-home job, but I can't even get through a job interview because my husband refuses to hold our child and will simply leave the baby to cry. I have no choice but to endure this environment, living with his family and an addicted husband, just to ensure my child stays fed and comfortable.

To make matters worse, I have absolutely no support system. Whenever I report my husband's violent outbursts and destructive behavior to my in-laws, they simply tell me, "Just be patient with him." They even pressure me to appease him just to maintain peace in the household.

My own mother is no help either; she has her own family now and views me as nothing but a burden. Ever since she remarried, she abandoned us to fend for ourselves.

My in-laws will always side with their son, so in exchange for shelter and food for my child, I am expected to bear this suffering silently.

They have completely lost respect for me, and I have lost respect for myself just to survive and protect my baby.

I suffer from insomnia, and whenever he throws tantrums and slams things around me, all I can do is cry. No matter how physically and emotionally exhausted I am, I still have to do everything.

Sometimes, I wish I would get hospitalized with an illness severe enough to keep me bedridden, just so I could finally rest for a week or a month. Other times, the emotional weight becomes so unbearable that I just want to disappear so everything will finally end.

When I got married, I genuinely thought I would finally find happiness. I thought, "Finally, I have a family of my own and a home to return to." I thought marrying him would lead to a stable, beautiful life—until he became an addict.

Sometimes I ask God: "Why have You denied me a peaceful family since the beginning? Why is my life still in chaos? Why did the family I tried so hard to build the right way have to break like this?"