I’m 30 weeks pregnant and my DH broke his hand hitting a dresser in frustration.
We have a toddler (2.5F) and I am 30 weeks pregnant with our second. I am EXHAUSTED. I work full time and so did my husband before he got laid off a week after he broke his fucking hand cause he couldn’t keep his shit together.
Three days ago he had to get surgery on it. I don’t even know how you break your hand that bad hitting a wood dresser in a tantrum during an early morning diaper change. The toddler is being a toddler, running away while laughing is what they do. I swear this man thinks he does more than anyone else in the house. And now that I’m pregnant and need extra help, he thinks he’s the only one who gets zero time for himself. We have a 2.5 year old! We get alone time once she’s in bed or we have a sitter! I send him out a few nights a week so I can put her down but it’s getting harder with my belly in the way. So now, because of his hand, he can’t give her a bath, he can’t play with her like he was before, and he can’t take her anywhere without me because he can’t buckle the car seat. I basically feel like a single parent with a disabled teenager and a toddler.
I am so over the grown man tantrums because he is incapable of coping with the most basic life shit or frankly going to bed at a normal hour. And now here we are having to accommodate his self inflicted disability cause he overreacted to basic toddler behavior. I get that our toddler is an obsessive daddy’s girl, I get how smothering that is. I know having a job you hate sucks, I know how soul sucking that is. But sometimes that’s just how it is when you are grown man. So now, instead of him pivoting to a new job cause he took the time to apply for some, he got laid off while his wife is due in two months. And there goes paternity leave. Instead of him taking 5 deep breaths and moving on when he got frustrated with a toddler, he broke is fucking hand and had to get surgery.
Like wtf is that logic?! And just now, he came in and asked if I was ok and I just said the last two weeks have really sucked and it’s finally getting to me. Of course then I am the bad guy because I made him sad by being upset that he LOST HIS JOB AND BROKE HIS HAND while I am pregnant and we have a toddler. How is it possible that I am not allowed to be upset about those things, especially when one of them was entirely his fault?