Me and my boyf have been having a bad time this past week, I have talked to my mum about it, but there are some things I just can't tell her, so its down to you guys I'm afraid!!
A while ago, when we had known I was pregnant for a week or so, he turns to me in bed and says 'if you take my baby away, I'll destroy everything you hold precious, and then slit my wrists' I didn't know what to say (I had been half asleep at the time!) so kinda lay there in stunned silence, so he digs me in the ribs, thinking I'm asleep (which really hurt) and says it again. I tried to comfort him, thinking he is scared etc, and everything seems fine.
Last tuesday I have to be out all day, I have a hospital appointment in the morning (it runs an hour late, and lasts 1 1/2 hours!!) I decide that as I am passing, I'll visit a friend of a cup of tea (she lives 1/2 hour away, so thought it was good, saving petrol etc), then go to my mums to finish off moving the stuff out of my old room, to the house I share with him.
Well, we arrive home at the same time, and I realise that I haven't done the washing up from the night befores roast dinner, so, as he's been working all day, I say he can sit down, I'll bring him a cuppa, while I wash up.
No
He refuses to let me do anything at all, but not in a good way, like a raging bull, he does the wahing up (2 plates and a cup down) Then has a go at me saying I'm useless, and what else have I not done all day! I tell him where I have been all day, he hits the roof!! He doesn't like the friend I went to see, so thats automatically a bad thing, and he doesn't like me going to my parents (no idea why).
Thursday, I gat a text while I'm at work, telling me that hes pissed off. I ask why, and to cut hours of texting short, he says that if I don't know whats wrong, I'd better spend the night at my parents house that night so I can have a long think about it! I do go home, to get clothes before I go to Mum and Dads, he tries to not let me in, then when I am in, begs me to stay, then tells me to go etc, for about 2 hours! He is shouting, then cries, can't understand then why I cry (I'm immature apparently). In the end, I stay. He wakes me up in the morning, hes changed his mind, wants me to go after all, I'd better not be there when he gets home, and what ever I leave will be burned!! During the day, while I am packing for all I'm worth, and about to phone my dad to ask him to help me get it all out, he texts and says has sorr, he didn't sleep, and doesn't want me to go at all. Exhauseted, I unpack the essentails, and shove the rest aside.
Yesterday, it starts again, more yelling, then he gives me the silent treatment. All of a sudden he decides he doesn't want me to have a pony room anymore (I have over 600 My Little Ponys on shelves in one room) and starts shoving them all into black bags. I beg him to stop, so he starts throwing them out the window instead, saying that if I care that much about them I can take them all and leave. He finally stops, and goes and picks them all up from the road (I haven't had the courage to check for damage yet, I am dreading finding that my valuable ones are ruined) he then sulks again afor the rest of the day. He cooks him self dinner, makes himself drinks, doesn't offer me anything, but gets pissed off when I do the same!
Last night he says he's going to bed, and asks where I am sleeping. I decide to sleep upstairs as I know I'll get the verbal digs in bed, so he stomps off. I have barely eaten all day, so go to make myself a sandwich, and he stomp down again, saying he can't sleep without me and demands I go to bed, then realising I'm eating, says I have had all day to eat, why do I need to do it now (cos I'm hungry?!). Another arguement starts (god knows what the old couple next door must think!) and he tells me to leave again (third time!). I seriously think about it, but the time of night puts me off (its gone midnight, and I would have had to wake up my parents), so I refuse to go.
Then I faint! I have never passed out in my life, but next thing I know I am sprawled out on the kitchen floor, and hes acting all supportive and caring! He makes me crawl upstairs into bed (after getting less supportive cos I'm taking too long to recover, and his bare feet are getting cold on the lino) He gets me a drink, and I think 'great, not nice falling down, but its made him realise he loves me' WRONG! when he decides I'm better, he tries to bodily shove me out the bed, saying that if I'm leaving tomorrow, its cruel of me to sleep with him! Then he acts all sorry when I get hysterical (yes, I admit it, I lost it and couldn't stop crying).
This morning isn't so bad, but he still asks if I'm going or not, as if its me wanting to go (I'm beginning to think I do now after all this), then kisses me goodbye!
I am at my wits end, I don't know what to think or what I should do. I can't cope with this all the time, I don't think I can cope with it one more time even. I had decided I would go if he told me to 3 times, but the third time was sooo late at night, i couldn't do it. I am so stressed out, at this rate I'll have a breakdown I'm sure!
A while ago, when we had known I was pregnant for a week or so, he turns to me in bed and says 'if you take my baby away, I'll destroy everything you hold precious, and then slit my wrists' I didn't know what to say (I had been half asleep at the time!) so kinda lay there in stunned silence, so he digs me in the ribs, thinking I'm asleep (which really hurt) and says it again. I tried to comfort him, thinking he is scared etc, and everything seems fine.
Last tuesday I have to be out all day, I have a hospital appointment in the morning (it runs an hour late, and lasts 1 1/2 hours!!) I decide that as I am passing, I'll visit a friend of a cup of tea (she lives 1/2 hour away, so thought it was good, saving petrol etc), then go to my mums to finish off moving the stuff out of my old room, to the house I share with him.
Well, we arrive home at the same time, and I realise that I haven't done the washing up from the night befores roast dinner, so, as he's been working all day, I say he can sit down, I'll bring him a cuppa, while I wash up.
No
He refuses to let me do anything at all, but not in a good way, like a raging bull, he does the wahing up (2 plates and a cup down) Then has a go at me saying I'm useless, and what else have I not done all day! I tell him where I have been all day, he hits the roof!! He doesn't like the friend I went to see, so thats automatically a bad thing, and he doesn't like me going to my parents (no idea why).
Thursday, I gat a text while I'm at work, telling me that hes pissed off. I ask why, and to cut hours of texting short, he says that if I don't know whats wrong, I'd better spend the night at my parents house that night so I can have a long think about it! I do go home, to get clothes before I go to Mum and Dads, he tries to not let me in, then when I am in, begs me to stay, then tells me to go etc, for about 2 hours! He is shouting, then cries, can't understand then why I cry (I'm immature apparently). In the end, I stay. He wakes me up in the morning, hes changed his mind, wants me to go after all, I'd better not be there when he gets home, and what ever I leave will be burned!! During the day, while I am packing for all I'm worth, and about to phone my dad to ask him to help me get it all out, he texts and says has sorr, he didn't sleep, and doesn't want me to go at all. Exhauseted, I unpack the essentails, and shove the rest aside.
Yesterday, it starts again, more yelling, then he gives me the silent treatment. All of a sudden he decides he doesn't want me to have a pony room anymore (I have over 600 My Little Ponys on shelves in one room) and starts shoving them all into black bags. I beg him to stop, so he starts throwing them out the window instead, saying that if I care that much about them I can take them all and leave. He finally stops, and goes and picks them all up from the road (I haven't had the courage to check for damage yet, I am dreading finding that my valuable ones are ruined) he then sulks again afor the rest of the day. He cooks him self dinner, makes himself drinks, doesn't offer me anything, but gets pissed off when I do the same!
Last night he says he's going to bed, and asks where I am sleeping. I decide to sleep upstairs as I know I'll get the verbal digs in bed, so he stomps off. I have barely eaten all day, so go to make myself a sandwich, and he stomp down again, saying he can't sleep without me and demands I go to bed, then realising I'm eating, says I have had all day to eat, why do I need to do it now (cos I'm hungry?!). Another arguement starts (god knows what the old couple next door must think!) and he tells me to leave again (third time!). I seriously think about it, but the time of night puts me off (its gone midnight, and I would have had to wake up my parents), so I refuse to go.
Then I faint! I have never passed out in my life, but next thing I know I am sprawled out on the kitchen floor, and hes acting all supportive and caring! He makes me crawl upstairs into bed (after getting less supportive cos I'm taking too long to recover, and his bare feet are getting cold on the lino) He gets me a drink, and I think 'great, not nice falling down, but its made him realise he loves me' WRONG! when he decides I'm better, he tries to bodily shove me out the bed, saying that if I'm leaving tomorrow, its cruel of me to sleep with him! Then he acts all sorry when I get hysterical (yes, I admit it, I lost it and couldn't stop crying).
This morning isn't so bad, but he still asks if I'm going or not, as if its me wanting to go (I'm beginning to think I do now after all this), then kisses me goodbye!
I am at my wits end, I don't know what to think or what I should do. I can't cope with this all the time, I don't think I can cope with it one more time even. I had decided I would go if he told me to 3 times, but the third time was sooo late at night, i couldn't do it. I am so stressed out, at this rate I'll have a breakdown I'm sure!
