I wrote this last week (in another group)
I HATE the situation I'm in. HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT.
My fiance is a good guy deep down- he'll do anything I ask, would never cheat, etc.
He's also a fat, lazy, bum. His only two hobbies are playing video
games and WATCHING youtube videos of those same games. That's it. No
other freakin hobbies. I swear if I have to spend one more minute in
the room with him watching freaking videogames on his iphone I'm going
to go ballistic. I don't want my kid to have a dad that does nothing
but lay around the house- I want him to take them out and do fun stuff
with them, but I don't see that ever happening.
When I said
something about it, he retorted back with the fact I'd been on the
computer more than him- which was not true. And the time I HAVE been on
the computer, its been doing useful stuff like looking up recipes,
applying for new jobs, trying to find a midwife.
I honestly would just leave him, but we have an $800 a month apartment payment and my paycheck isn't enough to cover it and we live 1.200 miles from our families.
There is no passion at all.
He seems to have goals in life but won't ever do anything to pursue them.
We are together pretty much 24/7 b/c we work for the same company. I thought going back to GA for the holidays and staying with our families seperately would help out, but all it did was make me realize when I got back how miserable I am.
tonight this happened:
Things got better, he does almost everything I ask - including running to the store for me twice in one night. But then tonight he said he was going to play his game and I said, ok but please don't be up til 3 am playing it. He started at 8 and just got off -its 2:15. I really don't mind an hour or two here and there, but this 6 hrs worth of wasted time has got to go. When I didn't talk to him when he came out he asked me if everything is okay and said "oh, is 2am somehow so much better than 3am?" and he yells "well fine I'm just going to go to bed" and goes in the bedroom and slams the door- oh yea, I've been sleeping on the couch since we moved in.
I just don't know HOW to try and work this out? I want to, for the sake of the baby (i'm 10 wks pregnant with our first) because i think he would probably be an awesome dad but I don't know if I can handle 7 more months of this til the baby comes and I have no guarantee it won't get worse after that.
I'm just so heartbroken right now. I feel like I put everything I had into this relationship and get barely anything in return- and what I do get I have to ask for.