Anonymous
6/22/2025, 3:27:51 AM No.33256683
How are you doing?
I’ll start: I'm breaking.
I do literally everything for my son, get up with him every single day. I take him to and from daycare every single day. I do all of the shopping, the cooking, the errands, yard work house work, dog stuff, doctor appts, swim classes, parks etc etc.
I know she has postpartum depression or anxiety and I’ve been really trying to tough it all out thinking it will get better and she will come around, but I just don’t know anymore. I feel like my wife is taking advantage of me, she knows that everything she doesn’t do or help with, i will just do, because it has to be done.
I almost shit my pants driving to work this week because she just didn’t have enough time to watch him for even three minutes that morning so I could take a dump. Most mornings she wouldn’t even see him if it wasn’t for me bringing him upstairs to say good bye to her. It’s been a year and a half of this now
I try to not confine this kind of stuff in the people who would listen/care because of how terrible it makes my wife look as a parent and mother. Shes has been to therapy a few times which hasn’t amounted to much help. I don’t think she’s tells them the truth, but I can’t make her do that.
I’ll start: I'm breaking.
I do literally everything for my son, get up with him every single day. I take him to and from daycare every single day. I do all of the shopping, the cooking, the errands, yard work house work, dog stuff, doctor appts, swim classes, parks etc etc.
I know she has postpartum depression or anxiety and I’ve been really trying to tough it all out thinking it will get better and she will come around, but I just don’t know anymore. I feel like my wife is taking advantage of me, she knows that everything she doesn’t do or help with, i will just do, because it has to be done.
I almost shit my pants driving to work this week because she just didn’t have enough time to watch him for even three minutes that morning so I could take a dump. Most mornings she wouldn’t even see him if it wasn’t for me bringing him upstairs to say good bye to her. It’s been a year and a half of this now
I try to not confine this kind of stuff in the people who would listen/care because of how terrible it makes my wife look as a parent and mother. Shes has been to therapy a few times which hasn’t amounted to much help. I don’t think she’s tells them the truth, but I can’t make her do that.
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