Breakingmom Tales: Or A Collection of Stupidity & Dumb Choices

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We've (21F, 22M) had issues before and the line was crossed long time ago. I just couldn't believe he could get any worse. But he did.

Since our son (4 months) is sharing the room with us and we live with my parents we had no privacy or our own space. The pandemic and quarantining also didn't help with the living space. We had no break from my parents or the baby.

If our son slept he slept in our room where our consoles, pcs and tv are. So whenever we had free time for our hobbies we couldn't actually do them because our son would wake up from any sound and our PS4 is wheezing over the tv audio itself.

So, all these months were spent scrolling on our phones in the living room next to our parents doing fucking nothing when we finally had time.

I decided I had enough of that shit and that I can't live like this forever. So I finished an unfinished room that wasn't in use and turned it into my chill zone.

I spent thousands. My own money. Not a penny from my bf. I bought a whole new tv, a new couch, coffee table and tv set. A couple of closets and decorated the walls fully in my taste. Moved consoles and pcs there. Everything is perfect for my physical and emotional needs. I couldn't be happier how it turned out.

Except... I don't get to fucking use it at all.

My boyfriend decided he's going to be there 24/7 and that instead of being with me and the baby during the night, or ever, he's gonna sleep on that new couch and completely ignore his duties as a father all together.

I wanted to have my cousins over occasionally because I finally have space to invite them in and spend time with them. Nope. My bf is gonna sleep there all day, every fucking day.

The room has existed for 2 weeks now. Guess who's a 24/7 caretaker to our son? Yeah. Me.

Night duty? Me. Morning duty? Me. Afternoon? Me. Evening? Me.

I ask him to watch him for an hour so I can drink my coffee in peace and as soon as our son cries, preferably mid coffee and just as I lighted my cig I hear this fucker in the distance;

"Baaabee..."

Fuck. You.

My baby isn't even the problem. I love being with him. I love taking care of him. I don't mind having him 24/7.

But what I can't fucking stand is that useless sack of shit doing fucking nothing for days, not being able to parent for an hour without me and occupying my only personal space to fucking sleep there. While I can't even take a fucking shit in peace.

He's already ruined the couch. He stretched a part already by sleeping on it like a whale and now that area is all weird.

The couch was the most expensive thing in that room.

I got in there with our son a few times to, you know, experience the fucking room I paid for. I went in there with a bottle and fed our son there and this bitch had the audacity...

"What are you doing? He's gonna ruin the couch. Spit or puke milk on it. This isn't a baby-feeding-room."

With an offended tone he said it.

Really? He can fucking shit on it for all I care. I fucking paid for it.

2 fucking weeks of this bullshit. No help. Not that it was any better before. But when he actually slept with me in the same room I could manage to get him up from bed and make him take care of our son since he was literally crying next to him.

Now even that doesn't happen since he basically moved to that room and pretends he doesn't hear him crying.

My dad can't stand his guts. I can't stand his guts. My mother pitties me and helps me instead.

I kept thinking, the only good thing left about him is that he occasionally takes over parenting so I can relax. That was the only remaining quality he had after treating me like shit and talking to me like a retard.

Now even that is out of the window and I have absolutely no fucking use of him. He's even unemployed and constantly using his mental health as excuse to do jack shit.

I'm fucking bipolar and suffer from depression. That still doesn't give me the right to ditch all responsibility on my partner and act like my child doesn't exist.

No respect for me. No care in the world for his son. Can't even make me cum. Fuck.

Always playing some kind of victim. I'm the bitch. I'm "abusing" him. Apparently, telling him he's a horrible father is abuse my ladies. Him ignoring his son's cries isn't abuse or neglect. Me pointing out his behaviour is abusive of me.

Also, the food is never good enough for him. Not a single time he liked our cooking.

Fuck you, you don't get to complain. You don't even know how to cook.

Fuck. Fuck you, you gaslighting narcissistic piece of shit.

Hasn't bought him a single fucking pack of formula. No diaper pack. Has 50k sitting on his bank account and hasn't bought him shit. Every piece of clothing I bought him he complained that it's "silly" or that I treat him like a dog.

What. The. Fuck.

Dressing him up in a jacket with teddy ears is not treating him like a dog. It's the other fucking way around. People dressing dogs like kids is the weird fucking part. Not how I dress my son.

I could go on forever about this manchild.

I'm fucking DONE. This cunt is gonna get yeeted out soon and he has no idea.

I'm done with you, motherfucker. DONE.

I thought he would grow up because he's a father, but fuck, was I wrong.

Fuck this. Once a manchild, always a manchild.

I'm done with him. I'm done with men. I'm fucking bi. I'll go find myself a single mother with 5 kids. Even that would be preferable.

Fuck.

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Cambion
And she got all the butthurts because r/childfree picked up her sob story and made fun of her.

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Derp derp
t is just another excuse for a grown man that I married to act like a child. Also an excuse to ignore our actual children and leave me to deal with all of their fighting and misbehaving all on my own.

It was delivered an hour ago and I am 100% over it.

Oh, but I am not being supportive because apparently I should be excited for him about a childish $500 purchase. “I will remember this the next time you get new shoes or something.”

The kids are being wild and just now he told them that they are ruining his big day. “You are making this the worst day ever for me new game console.”

I am glad he is excited, but his obsession and demands that everyone else be excited about it too are very unattractive.

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On weekends he plays most of the day. He would every day except he has to go to work on Monday-Friday.

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bell_flower
Of course these types always have multiple kids.

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In 2018, I had a missed miscarriage. I think about it often and at times it catches me off guard and I cry about it.

At the time, we hadn't planned a baby and I wasn't sure if I wanted a baby, but one day I decided that actually, yes, I really did want this baby.

That day, I started bleeding. Only a small amount. Honestly to most medical professionals it was negligible.

I had a scan some weeks later which determined the heartbeat previously found had stopped, and I opted for inpatient medical treatment.

My husband stayed one night, but then found the chair too uncomfortable so went home.

We haven't really spoken about it since then but I have thought about it at least once a day since.

I do just cry at the thought of having someone around that I love as much as my son.

Over the past few days some things have come to a head. My husband has asked what's up and I've told him it's about this miscarriage.

He doesn't understand my grief and says it's nothing. I hardly knew this baby. It happened so early I shouldn't even still be grieving.

He then compared it to his mum dying of cancer and said he knew her for 20 years, so I shouldn't feel this way about something I never even got to know.

I explained it's not comparable.

He's told me on the past that before he and his siblings came along, his mum miscarried twins. I tried to explain that you can't compare losing a baby to losing a parent, but the grief was still real.

He got really angry and said that it's stupid that I grieve over a fucking stupid fetus when people are dying every day who have real connections.

He tried saying. Without the miscarriage we wouldn't have our beautiful son. I know this, but he doesn't understand that it's not that I don't want my son. It's just that I can't believe I lost a baby.

All night I've done nothing but cry and beg that he stops talking unless it's with compassion.

I've begged that someone who understands how I'm feeling would talk to me, so I could have a cuddle and talk but I just don't know any body.

He says I've drunk too much (possibly. I've had a bottle of wine), but I'm never open about my grief. Because he would act the way he has tonight.

At the minute I can't stop bearing about pregnant people. I've always firmly been one and done, but I just can't stop grieving the baby I lost. Even if it was early. It was 7 weeks 3 days.

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Moo
My 15 month old is dropping his second nap and his sleep has been all messed up for weeks. He was waking up at 4:30 still tired and just when we resolved that the time change hit. For the last two weeks he’s been up in the middle of the night. Wednesday night he was up from 1:20-3:40 - he dozes on and off alternating with singing and dancing and goofing off - IN THE BED! I can snuggle and rock him and he just cuddles in with his eyes wide open for an hour and doesn’t fall asleep. Then my four year old woke me at 4:10 and I just cried. It’s been weeks of interrupted sleep, up for hours in the middle of the night and I’m so furious at the baby when he won’t just fall asleep. The worst is that I never know when I fall asleep if it’s going to be 4 minutes or 4 hours. It feels like psychological torture.

So my dad offered to take the baby for the night. Seriously. My parents are really close (within sight/walking distance) so I bathed him, gave him a bottle and sent him over at bedtime. My mom wants nothing to do with overnight wakings (she has a really hard time sleeping) so she came and slept in my spare room.

It worked! I slept 7 hours with out a single interruption and then dozed for another hour before the four year old got hungry. And then (bonus!) he wanted to see his little brother so he went over there for breakfast.

I’m about to take a shower, empty the dishwasher and have a cup of coffee in peace. Best. Morning. Ever.

Tl;dr: my dad is a saint and took my sleep-challenged baby for an overnight.

Update: turns out the little one slept through the night for Grandpa. This will officially be a weekly event!

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Cambion
But mourning what was essentially a late period after two years is not healthy, especially when this big fat whiner has a born, living child! Yet she's gonna sit and cry over the one that died when it wasn't even a fetus yet!

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I am officially dragging this morning. Last night my husband woke of screaming so loud I thought he’d wake our kids and even our neighbors up. I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do other than to grab him as tight as I could and try to calm him. It was one of the scariest nights I’ve ever had. He has had some serious panic attacks at night before, all starting after our first was born 4 years ago. Each time he thinks he is having a heart attack. He always wakes me with a start, and it usually takes about 15 minutes to a half hour to get him settled. Last night, I was up for at least an hour trying to just settle myself down after settling him down. After he calmed down, he exclaimed that he didn’t really remember what happened much other than waking up screaming. The poor man is such a Type A personAlity, married to a Type B wife. He loves things done his way, and it’s been so challenging the last 4+ years for him. His job has been extremely stressful particularly right now, on top of how he never really wanted to be the bread winner, but was thrust into it because of our surprise pregnancy. He’s been having these 30yo mid life crises, and there isn’t much that can change until I can rejoin the workforce when our kids finally enter school. I’m not so sure what I was going for with this post, I just felt I had to share it, but didn’t know who to share it with. I am still a little shook from the event. I guess the plus is, that is the most non-sexual cuddling I have got in 6or so years!

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It's all wooooorth it!
So far this month, my 2 year old has —

Broken my glasses six (SIX) times. Attempted to claw my eyes because I told her to go to sleep. Refused to sleep in her room. She starts crying as soon as we walk in that direction. In a former life, my child went to bed at 7PM and slept until 9AM, while also taking a nap. I, unfortunately, cannot sleep that long. So my crabby toddler is sleeping from 9PM until 6AM. She will occasionally pass out in the couch for a short nap, but it’s very short. I can’t even get out of the bed without her noticing and losing her mind. She’s exhausted, I’m exhausted, we’re straight up not having a good time over here. Hit me several times. She laughs when I correct her. She doesn’t let me do anything. Showering? Hah. She just screams at me the entire time. Trying to do chores? Nope, she needs to be held RIGHT NOW. Oh, wait. You’re sitting down on the couch. Time to run around like a crazy person. She’s poured two bags of ground coffee all over my house. Destroyed numerous houseplants. Pulled picture frames off of the wall, then laughed hysterically when I asked her to stop. Hit our cat multiple times. Refused to wear a diaper. This wouldn’t be so bad if I could trust her to use the potty AND stop touching her vagina. She’s obsessed. She walks around saying vagina all day long and doing weird shit. I finally bought onesies and make her wear them.

I’m so tired. I just want a hot bath and a cup of hot chocolate. I don’t want to be touched for 8 solid hours. I’ve considered daycare, but it’s not a need right now. Also, I’m terrified of her hitting other children (she has a hitting problem, obviously). Oh, and I don’t trust other people around her / her around other children with her weird vagina obsession.

I’m waiting for her pediatrician to email me back because I’m worried she has sensory processing disorder and think she could benefit from occupational therapy. In the meantime, she’s passed out on top of me after slapping my face and breaking my glasses for a 7th time this month.

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I have a nonverbal autistic 3 year old. He is underweight, below the one percentile of BMI. He's been picky always, but I tried to be calm about it thinking he will grow out of it. He eats corn taquitos, plain fast food burgers, fries, and pizza, raw broccoli and apple slices. These things he eats about a fourth of the time they are offered to him. He will eat oyster crackers, z bars(cliff bars for kids), and fairlife chocolate milk practically everytime they are offered. The only communication with food is he leads me to a cabinet with lollipops. He is obsessed with them. That is all he will eat. I make and offer him different food everyday that he doesn't eat. He also has PICA and would eat dirt all day if given the chance. He is in ABA therapy for autism but I want to put him in OT/feeding therapy. Does anybody have any experience with putting their child in that? He whines and cries and I know it is because he is hungry. Once he eats even a little bit he is in a good mood for a while. So yes any stories of people who have gone through this and if feeding therapy helped I would love to hear!

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I don't want to go to this appointment. I don't want to see this baby, I don't want to hear this baby, I don't want to talk about this baby. I don't want this baby at all.

My husband is a sex addict which I found out about in July - he was "acting out" (god I hate that phrase, makes it seem like they're naughty children) with sugar babies for god knows how long. We've been together for 10 years, Wednesday is our 3 year wedding anniversary, and I'm pretty sure he's been cheating on me in different ways the whole time. But the sugar babies - before and after I had our second child in May, around my birthday in June - it supposedly didn't stop until I caught him with proof in July (dumbass left his phone unlocked). And then MY dumbass wants so badly to be loved by him that I started sleeping with him again.

And then I found out he gave me an STI. And then I found out I was pregnant again. And then I found out I actually had the STI when I gave birth in May, and no one at the hospital bothered to tell me.

So this baby just reminds me of all the shit he's been putting me through, without me even knowing it, how I married someone who was keeping this huge secret from me, who went on a "date" less than a month after we got married, and who cheated on me throughout both pregnancies and was even talking to women while I was in the hospital in labor.

And I can't do anything about anything. I'm catholic so I can't have an abortion. We not supposed to get divorced. A priest told me I "wasn't qualified" to decide if my marriage should end. I can't talk to almost anyone because my husband doesn't want relationships with my family ruined (my mom watches the babies while we work). I can't talk to coworkers, I can't talk to anyone at church, or neighbors. Only three friends know, and only one knows about this baby. And my therapist too.

Great. I just threw up because I was crying so hard. Or because morning sickness. I don't know.

I shouldn't be complaining. I know people have trouble getting/staying pregnant, and would love to have this baby. But I got pregnant with it after ONE postpartum period. I'm just Fertile Myrtle I guess.

I don't know what I need from this post, I just needed to get it off my chest. Sorry.

Comments about religion are not appreciated, didn't think I was going to have to say that.

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And I can't do anything about anything. I'm catholic so I can't have an abortion. We not (sic) supposed to get divorced. A priest told me I "wasn't qualified" to decide if my marriage should end. I can't talk to almost anyone because my husband doesn't want relationships with my family ruined (my mom watches the babies while we work). I can't talk to coworkers, I can't talk to anyone at church, or neighbors. Only three friends know, and only one knows about this baby. And my therapist too.

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My husband is a sex addict which I found out about in July