My husband and I just had an argument. We have a 9 month old baby and she hasn’t been sleeping at all in the nights lately but every time she cries I get up, smooth her back to sleep and go back to bed. This could go on for every single hour of the night. It’s safe to say I’m exhausted at the moment.

My husband does not get up with her, he does not feed her, bathe her, change her etc. I do everything, plus cook and keep on top of the washing and cleaning and it’s safe to say I am absolutely shattered.

I know he’s tired too because he goes to work but I’m at the point where I need a break, I need a long shower, I need to wash my hair, shave my legs just something for myself. He’s constantly snapping at me when I ask him to do things. For example, earlier he complained about something smelling in the fridge and shut the door, instead of sorting it out, so I asked him to go through it while I made the baby some lunch. He huffed and did it but i asked him to open a jar because I was struggling and he full on shouted at me for asking him to do two things at once. What the actual fuck!! It would of taken two seconds and it wasn’t for me, it was for his daughter!!

Plus, he was so annoyed I asked him to open a jar he just rammed everything back in the fridge and left it!!!!! I ended up doing it!!!

Then he shouts at me for not watching the baby in her walker because I was putting a load of washing on, to which I responded she’s got two parents. He calls me a stroppy childish little girl and I can feel I’m about to blow so I go upstairs and have 5 becasue I just needed to cry.

He follows me up, literally throws the baby at me and shouts at me telling me I need to sort my fuckinb head out, gets his keys and goes out in his car.

I’d absolutely love to grab my keys and go in my car to have an hour to myself, I’d love to have a long bath and chill out or possibly read a book or just something for myself but I literally can’t because I’m “selfish”.

I’m struggling at the moment because I feel like a single parent. I feel like my life has completely changed but his hasn’t. He’s still coming and going as he pleases and imat the point where I’m so tired I feel like a robot. He tells me how he wants things done for the baby but he doesn’t do them, instead he sits back and watched me struggling to do it all and judges my mothering on the way.

I’ve had enough. It’s not about him opening jars or cleaning the fridge. It’s about him knowing when im in need of a break, helping me around the house and just generally being there for me. If I try and explain how I feel he just calls me selfish for wanting my own time. I’m just sick of being sad about it because I’m starting to resent him,