So BF and I have been having a rough go lately (long story). I got upset tonight, not really about anything particular. Just of how he was talking to me and just before this I was folding the baby clothes I got today (due in nov), tried to show him the headband I got and he literally did not give a shit. So whatever. We're both laying in bed, I start crying and sniffling. He leaves the room, I figure he's gone to the washroom or out for a smoke. A while goes past so I peek out the bedroom door and hes laying on the couch going to sleep. I'm like why aren't you in bed? He says it's because I'm crying and sniffling and it's hard to go to sleep. Like okay, thanks for giving a shit. And nice to know you’d rather just go sleep on the couch and pretend the world is fucking A OK than ask me what’s wrong and comfort me.

We currently have a 1 yr old, and were due in nov. I’m at the point of leaving. I’m so done with feeling this way.