I’m completely resenting my husband.
My husband frequently travels for work so I’m left alone with the baby (11 weeks) 2 dogs, cat, and myself while recovering from a c-section. He’s home on the weekends and gets one or two weeks of work from home each month. Any time he is home he completely destroys the house. Stuff and trash left everywhere. He does help me with the baby when I ask (and lots of times he conveniently has something to do “really quick” before taking her) he will wash and sterilize bottles, give her baths, but I have to beg him to clean. I’ve had to repeatedly go into work on maternity leave so that’s something else I’ve had to deal with. I’ll be going back to work full time in 2 weeks. When my husband is gone, he gets a full nights sleep, his company pays for any food he wants, and I’m stuck at home running on 5 hours on a good night and living off of ramen, taquitos, and hot pockets because he lost all of our dishwater in the move and those are the only things I have any time to cook. Going back to work is going to be hell doing this by myself moreso than it actually is. I’ve voiced my concerns, he apologizes, fixes it for a few days, then just goes right back. Why am I having to be the one to suffer? I’m assuming just because he watches the baby from time to time when I need to run to work (she comes with me if I’m not home which is a whole other struggle in itself) or when I need to run an errand, that he thinks he’s doing a good job and being a parent. I talked to him about the fact that I’m struggling with PPD and that going back to work and putting my baby in daycare full time is causing me so much anxiety and making it worse. But he just calls me every fucking day to complain about stupid work shit that at this point, I’m so resentful of him I truly don’t give a fuck. Then he comes home and wants me to be affectionate with him? I’ve refused to sleep with him. Not even in a withholding way, I’m just so drained at the end of the day and the fact that he does next to nothing is a massive turn off. And when he DOES clean it’s horrid. He constantly cuts corners. He swept the bathroom the other day, couldn’t find the dustpan, so he just swept the pile under the fucking sink??? Are you kidding me??? I’m so sorry, I really just needed to come on here and vent. My best friend has 4 kids and I don’t want to burden her with my issues and of course I don’t want to tell my parents and drag them into it either so I don’t have anyone to talk too. I have a therapist but money is tight right now until I return back to work. Im just so fucking tired of him.