October 5, 2021
Why am I so unhappy? Postpartum depression maybe. Literally nothing makes me happy but my son. Heās the o my thing that being hot into my life. But besides that if Iām not around him or if heās sleeping Iām miserable. Thatās how I feel 90% of the time even is he is up and about laughing which I love to see him doing thereās still this sadness deep down underneath that smile. My baby doesnāt make me sad or unhappy. I know what is it sort of. Recently Iām expressed my feelings or sadness on to my so called partner. The conversation started off with him asking me whatās wrong because I guess Iād been moping around all day. I told him that I havenāt been happy lately and he told me yes I have. I told him I was not happy and he asked why. I didnāt know how to properly put my answer into words so I tried my best. āI just need a break.ā He took this to heart thinking that I meant from him but what I really meant was from everything. Iām a mom 24/7 and heās a dad less then half of that, I need time to myself to figure out who I am again. I expressed this to him and all he said was okay. Okay. And this was weeks ago, he still hasnāt even tried to put in any effort to make me happy. I feel so alone. I have to fake being happy around everyone because I donāt want to seem like I donāt know Iām just a sad sap but I am. I cry every night and he doesnāt notice. And for me to actually think I was in love with him. I fouled myself. I loved him and I still do but Iām not or ever have been in love with him. He was right when I was pregnant and he said we barely knew each other. I will never regret my baby NEVER but I do regret who I had a baby with. I wish he was more caring and actually took what I wanted into consideration. āOh baby I see that youāre overwhelmed with taking care of the baby. Let me wash the bottles and clean up the room.ā No itās never that. I do everything! I wash the babies clothes, I clean his bottles, I bath him, I dress him, I make his doctors appointments, I put him under my insurance, I get him everything he needs, I feed him, I wake up in the middle of the night to change him, I put him to sleep, I clean up after all of us. Best part is I came to love with him and his family, so weāre staying in his bedroom. I try to clean to you the room and he gets upset about me straightening up. What kind of⦠you know what? Never mind. I just want to happy and feel appreciated. Iām freaking tired of being sad. I need my own space, my own home for me and my son because I canāt rely on his dad to do anything for us. And honestly I donāt know why Iām going so hard tonight maybe because Iām just up thinking when everyone else is sound asleep. Anyway Iām about to go cry again.















