As I write this..

As I write this I cry.. I cry because I don’t feel like myself. I cry because I’m tired. I cry because I feel unappreciated. I cry because it’s not what I pictured. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl 3 weeks ago. Since I’ve given birth I’ve been the only one taking care of her & the house. Her father would rather play video games. Her father would rather let her “cry it out” even though she’s hungry or has a dirty diaper. He would rather pass her off to me when she fussing cause his buddies on Xbox are waiting. He gets to sleep 8+ hours a day while I sleep maybe 5. He would rather just stick her in a swing & call it good. I cry as tell him to leave me alone & go away.. I cry because this is not how pictured my child’s father taking care of our baby. I cry because he’s not worried about me crying he’s gone back to playing video games.. I cry because I now feel numb to everything & I know I shouldn’t..