Is PRE partum depression a thing, or am I just losing grip?
Posted: July 10th, 2013, 11:26 am
I'm 31, I have 2 kids and 2 on the way at the end of next month.
I married my husband 7 years ago, because I desperately wanted to 'make it work' even though I knew then that we weren't a good fit. But we had a child together, and I needed to give the family i had created everything I had, and I have. In 2009, I separated from my husband and was convinced after only about 8 months to go back. Guilt at not giving him what he needed is the reason. Well, that and being totally convinced that no one would ever love me like he did. After a year of me trying to convince him to get a vasectomy, and wishing I had the courage to leave again, we had sex ONE time and now I'm 30 weeks along with TWO babies.
I have painted myself into a corner. I'm about to have 4 children and only a high school diploma, so I have no way of supporting them on the kind of money I am technically qualified to make. He is home from work with an injury, but will be on the road most of the time when (if) he goes back and I can not wait. I would rather take care of all 4 children, whom I love dearly and strive to do my best for, alone than have to spend one more night sleeping next to a man who makes me feel so empty and alone.
We are in marriage counseling now, but it's kind of a circle jerk. We have only discussed one issue in the past two sessions (which, per my husbands request are 3 weeks apart, due to the expense) and it's not even an interpersonal issue, its about whether or not to circumcise our twins. So we talk about that for 20 minutes (I talk in depth about my reasons and he says things like "well, I can't really answer that" when asked any question) then, the rest of the session is spent dicking around, talking about movies or whatever. It's absurd! That room is the only place I actually feel safe and even that is slipping away now that I feel the sessions are a. too far apart and b. wasted.
When I was young, i was a cutter. I'm supposed to be old enough to know better now, but the urge (along with some severe anxiety) is coming back and I don't know what to do. I tried to tell my husband that my state of mind is worsening, but we're fighting (all the time) and when I told him that he told me how much being with me is a roller coaster. Didn't even acknowledge that I had tried to ask for help. I could never commit suicide because of my children but I want to. I want to so much.
Is this hormones? Am I really just difficult to be around? I just need a hand to hold.
I married my husband 7 years ago, because I desperately wanted to 'make it work' even though I knew then that we weren't a good fit. But we had a child together, and I needed to give the family i had created everything I had, and I have. In 2009, I separated from my husband and was convinced after only about 8 months to go back. Guilt at not giving him what he needed is the reason. Well, that and being totally convinced that no one would ever love me like he did. After a year of me trying to convince him to get a vasectomy, and wishing I had the courage to leave again, we had sex ONE time and now I'm 30 weeks along with TWO babies.
I have painted myself into a corner. I'm about to have 4 children and only a high school diploma, so I have no way of supporting them on the kind of money I am technically qualified to make. He is home from work with an injury, but will be on the road most of the time when (if) he goes back and I can not wait. I would rather take care of all 4 children, whom I love dearly and strive to do my best for, alone than have to spend one more night sleeping next to a man who makes me feel so empty and alone.
We are in marriage counseling now, but it's kind of a circle jerk. We have only discussed one issue in the past two sessions (which, per my husbands request are 3 weeks apart, due to the expense) and it's not even an interpersonal issue, its about whether or not to circumcise our twins. So we talk about that for 20 minutes (I talk in depth about my reasons and he says things like "well, I can't really answer that" when asked any question) then, the rest of the session is spent dicking around, talking about movies or whatever. It's absurd! That room is the only place I actually feel safe and even that is slipping away now that I feel the sessions are a. too far apart and b. wasted.
When I was young, i was a cutter. I'm supposed to be old enough to know better now, but the urge (along with some severe anxiety) is coming back and I don't know what to do. I tried to tell my husband that my state of mind is worsening, but we're fighting (all the time) and when I told him that he told me how much being with me is a roller coaster. Didn't even acknowledge that I had tried to ask for help. I could never commit suicide because of my children but I want to. I want to so much.
Is this hormones? Am I really just difficult to be around? I just need a hand to hold.