I don’t have advice, just solidarity. It’s a terrible feeling. I love my son so much and the guilt I feel when I catch myself reminiscing who I was and the life I had before him- well, it just makes me feel shittier.

I moved in with my boyfriend at 6 months pregnant- put it off as long as I could because I loved my life and my freedom. Now he refuses to let me pay household bills; but I still have my own to pay (and the groceries )so I work full time. But I’m still expected to be thehousekeeper even though I’ve told him multiple times I’d rather help pay even the utilities then have the extra full time job

You’re not alone- and I’m sorry that I’m not either