America, what a mess
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“We’ve been together five years. I wanted a marriage, a family, the whole thing. But he wasn’t ready for a child. So I think he was hoping I’d end the pregnancy. He claims I took control of his life by keeping the baby. He’s not the type of person to abandon his child, so he thinks I forced his hand. At first it seemed like he was going to make the most of it. He told all his friends about the pregnancy. He took me out to eat. We had a little vacation. But that changed quickly. There was no stomach rubbing. No asking how I felt. He started going out a lot, and stopped kissing me goodbye. Our son is seventeen months now. We still live under the same roof, but that’s about it. There’s no physical intimacy. Very little communication. He’s always great with our son. They play together and have a great time. But there’s no ‘three of us.’ We never go anywhere together. Or if we do, the conversation is awkward and surface level. I try talking to him. I tell him: ‘If you hate me or resent me, just let me know.’ But he says: ‘Quit forcing things. Let it become what it’s going to be.’ But it’s been eighteen months and it hasn’t become anything. He never wants to talk about our relationship. I know that I should leave him, but I just don’t have the courage. I keep hoping something will change. Because I always wanted the experience of raising a child together.”
