hrowaway account. My wife (37F) and I (38M) have been married for about 7 years and things have always been a bit rocky in our relationship. We’ve both gone through a divorce in the past and I honestly do not see a way forward.

We just had a baby boy who is now 6 month old and I absolutely adore him. This is my first child and my wife has a 17 yo daughter from the previous marriage that also lives with us full time (she moved from another country).

To try to condense 7 years worth of problems, we’ve had issues forever. She does not work, does not get along with anyone in her family or my own, and she has no friends. She works a job for usually a couple of days, gets mad, and quits. Most she’s worked at one job was about a year, but always less than 20hrs a week. I have always supported us financially all while working a full time job and going to school for the past 6 years. Fortunately on my final semester.

I have attempted to divorce her two years ago. Got a lawyer, started the process, and she begged that she wanted to work things out and wanted to have a baby with me. After some thought, I decided to give it a final shot and things improved for a few months until shortly after she got pregnant.

She constantly complained that I was not doing enough with her and that I wasn’t excited for the baby. I was at every appointment with her, went baby clothes shopping. She was at home so she set up the nursery exactly how she wanted.

Fast forward to birth and it was a disaster from day one. She got extremely mad at me, accusing me of letting my child starve because he wasn’t latching on to the breast. I said she needs to have some patience and that he would be fine. She was adamant about giving him formula because she thought he was starving. When my father came to visit, she lashed out at him and did not let him hold the baby.

She refuses anyone to come visit the house. She does not let me take my baby out of the house by myself. We sleep in separate rooms. She does not take any parenting advice from me. I still come home and have to cook my own meals, so laundry, schoolwork, and care for my son.

I’m at my wits end. I don’t want to leave for the sake of my son, but I don’t know how much longer I can take. I don’t think this is postpartum depression but just how it’s going to be.