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Railroader86
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Hello, to start off I am new to the forums. I am a Navy Veteran whom was honorably discharged after eight years of service in 2013. Since then Ive gotten a good job, got a house, two dogs and a car to get me places. November of 2014 I met my wife and have since then married (April 2016) We did live together during that time.
It seemed at first that we had a good life ahead of us until our DD arrived.
At the time I was still working nights but tried to help where I could but the first strains in our relations came when she said I didnt spend enough time with DD but really she woudnt let me learn how to soothe her crying etc.
Now DD is over a year old and I now hold an afternoon shift. Things are getting worse. She thinks DD needs to be in a magical bubble of safety and scorns me when I let her roam around under a supervised eye. Today she blamed me for DD being so constipated (she started regular milk with formula) because I forgot to let her drink water (really i was just sitting down for lunch and saw her sippy cup and realized I didnt give her water which was my bust that time) but she blamed me as if I was behind it the entire time.
I lost my cool and left the table, leaving my meal to spoil as I showered and got ready for work. As I hugged my DD goodbye while trying to hold back that tear of leaving her to slave away at a job that must be worked as Im the sole income of the house. My wife didnt even acknowledge me leaving. This isnt the first time this has happened but when I try to confront her she belittles me and criticises me, saying I wasnt ready for fatherhood (really who is until it finally happens) and that I spend too much time with my dogs (ones my PTSD dog which was suggested by a medic friend of mine when I got out). I was never truely diagnosed with PTSD and I never sought help because there are other service members that have seen a whole lot worse than me and need help more than me.
Sorry for the run on but I dont knoe what to do. I pray that the situation will resolve but when things do get better, they turn for the worst.
My daily routine is 0230-1015 Sleep, 1015-1045 b-fast, cleaning bedroom and cleaning livingroom. 1045-1300 Im either with DD or doing house work outside or working on the yard but most of the time im with DD as whenever I try to explain to my wife I need to do outside work, walk the dogs, work on the car, its met with seething scorn and distaste while she says “Im busy cooking. who will watch DD?”
She even told me to work on the car when I get home at 0010 after working an 8 hour shift in which I was pulling batteries, grids, traction motors etc from a locomotive, leaving me exhausted. These few hours before bed are my only wind down hours, my time to me and its very very little compared to her being a stay home mom. She hates it because I game, watch movies during my me time, i fact she hates I even game to begin with.
Recently she barred me from using my phone when Im with DD when she uses hers constantly. I dont believe in divorice as my parents raised me in the faith and I nearly became a priest myself but I feel so trapped, so worthless. Whenever I try to take the reigns of the household she breaks down into a crying fit and threatens to leave me. Im so tempted to call it quits but my faith is keeping me afloat but for how long, I do not know. Any advice?
It seemed at first that we had a good life ahead of us until our DD arrived.
At the time I was still working nights but tried to help where I could but the first strains in our relations came when she said I didnt spend enough time with DD but really she woudnt let me learn how to soothe her crying etc.
Now DD is over a year old and I now hold an afternoon shift. Things are getting worse. She thinks DD needs to be in a magical bubble of safety and scorns me when I let her roam around under a supervised eye. Today she blamed me for DD being so constipated (she started regular milk with formula) because I forgot to let her drink water (really i was just sitting down for lunch and saw her sippy cup and realized I didnt give her water which was my bust that time) but she blamed me as if I was behind it the entire time.
I lost my cool and left the table, leaving my meal to spoil as I showered and got ready for work. As I hugged my DD goodbye while trying to hold back that tear of leaving her to slave away at a job that must be worked as Im the sole income of the house. My wife didnt even acknowledge me leaving. This isnt the first time this has happened but when I try to confront her she belittles me and criticises me, saying I wasnt ready for fatherhood (really who is until it finally happens) and that I spend too much time with my dogs (ones my PTSD dog which was suggested by a medic friend of mine when I got out). I was never truely diagnosed with PTSD and I never sought help because there are other service members that have seen a whole lot worse than me and need help more than me.
Sorry for the run on but I dont knoe what to do. I pray that the situation will resolve but when things do get better, they turn for the worst.
My daily routine is 0230-1015 Sleep, 1015-1045 b-fast, cleaning bedroom and cleaning livingroom. 1045-1300 Im either with DD or doing house work outside or working on the yard but most of the time im with DD as whenever I try to explain to my wife I need to do outside work, walk the dogs, work on the car, its met with seething scorn and distaste while she says “Im busy cooking. who will watch DD?”
She even told me to work on the car when I get home at 0010 after working an 8 hour shift in which I was pulling batteries, grids, traction motors etc from a locomotive, leaving me exhausted. These few hours before bed are my only wind down hours, my time to me and its very very little compared to her being a stay home mom. She hates it because I game, watch movies during my me time, i fact she hates I even game to begin with.
Recently she barred me from using my phone when Im with DD when she uses hers constantly. I dont believe in divorice as my parents raised me in the faith and I nearly became a priest myself but I feel so trapped, so worthless. Whenever I try to take the reigns of the household she breaks down into a crying fit and threatens to leave me. Im so tempted to call it quits but my faith is keeping me afloat but for how long, I do not know. Any advice?
