ETA: Now that I’ve had some time to calm down and get away from EVERYONE, I have read all of your comments! I know that he is verbally abusive. When we first got together I had just graduated high school and about to turn 18 and he had just turned 21. He was NOT like this the first 2.5 years we were together. Over the years it has gotten gradually worse. We have been together for 7 years and married for almost 3. I am currently a SAHM and 30 wks pregnant with our 2nd. Leaving him is currently not a possibility as I have NO money or a place to go. I’ve addressed this issue with him multiple times and he seems to think I’m joking about leaving. It’s also difficult because I’ll never be able to afford the life we have now with the farm and the stuff we enjoy, the only issue is his attitude and lack of compassion for anyone.

I also cannot blame the entire birthday tragedy on him though most of it was him. My family was also almost 30 minutes late to the dinner that THEY planned which makes less time to do anything because my toddler will be done with this whole thing and ready to go soon. And of course my husband was mad at me because my family was late and our toddler was being a literal toddler. He asked me what was wrong last night and I told him how I felt he went out of his way to make this the worst birthday and week in general. He then told me how i just want to blame him for me being miserable all the time and that I need to get over it. Then he asked if I took my meds. I take Zoloft for depression, but what he doesn’t understand is that it doesn’t really do anything when you’re constantly getting berated on, I guess he missed that part.

It’s 7:15 pm and I’m laying in bed quietly crying. This has been by far the worst Birthday I’ve ever had. I turned 25 on Thurssday and all I got was a lousy “happy birthday” from my husband. He didn’t even come inside to spend time with me before I went to bed because he forgot it was my birthday.

He spent the entire week, including my birthday, telling me how awful I am, how much he hates me, how I’m a terrible mother and should kill myself, and everything else that’s wrong with me. Yesterday his mom had a birthday lunch for me at the lake which was very thoughtful since they never celebrated my birthday the last 6 years. Today we had a birthday with my family at a restaurant. My husband managed to ruin both days by complaining about having to attend either event even after I told him I didn’t want him to go off he was just going to bitch.

Honestly worst fucking birthday ever.