Hi. My marriage is in trouble. My husband and I met 13 years ago in Church and we have been married for 11 years. We have two young children, aged 6 and 2, and I am currently 7 weeks pregnant. Babies N02 and No3 are IVF babies, conceived before baby N01, which was a natural conception. Babies conceived through IVF are still God's creation - you can leave sperm and eggs on a dish in the lab and nothing may happen. Every life is created by our God. And so before embarking on IVF back in 2008 I told my husband that I would only do it if we committed to using all the embryos and not disposing of any human life. He said yes, and we did IVF. We had five embryos - two were transferred but died and three were frozen. The one I am pregnant with at the moment is our last frozen embryo. Husband did not want to do the cycle. He wanted to let the embryo perish, something that to me, would have been tantanamount to having an abortion. He agreed and signed the papers but he is deeply upset/distressed/unhappy that I am actually pregnant. He thought the chances were against (and they were) but here we are. This is only the cherry on top because our problems are bigger and deeper than this pregnancy. He has been telling me that he does not love me and he regrets having married me for three or four years now. He never says I love you. I say I love you to him every day, several times a day. He either does not reply or replies that I am not reciprocated. Ocassionally he replies that he loves me sometimes. He tells me that I look old, that my skin is ugly, that my clothes don't suit me. More importantly, I am extremely passionate when I talk - about anything. I tend to be loud and very, very intense. I have tried to change that but it gets the best of me. No! Those are Child N01's pens, not to be used by Child N02! No! I have only put the advance heating setting twice this year! I don't usually do it! No! I am having a shower first, then I am putting Child N01 to bed, or I will fall asleep and get cold by her side. His response is: don't talk to me like that! Nasty woman! Nasty little bitch! I want a divorce. This marriage is broken. This marriage is not going to last. See you in court. Obviously if he is going to leave me I will not be able to stop him. But I was not going to let that embryo perish because my husband doesn't love me any more or because he has changed his mind and decided that two children is enough. It would have been like killing a baby, nothing less. I find his parents extremely irritating, even though, ojectively, they are nice people. They make comments from me being an old mother, or having grey hair, to no, I'm afraid you cannot have another piece of cake, or what do you need degrees for in life, if we all end up working together anyway? (I am very highly qualified with a PhD from a top university). His mother, in particular, is very, very, very irritating. Very. But he thinks the world of her and she can say anything about me and it's ok. He would never ever stand up for me. Lately, whenever we argue, which is pretty much most of the time, he tells me how much better his mother was/is at .... whatever the issue at hand is. His mother left school when she was 16 and she never held a job or was able to keep herself for a long period of time. She only did casual temporary work. She was a 'housewife', except that her husband was away in the Forces for three months at a time, and her children were in boarding school. I do sometimes wonder, what did she do with all that free time: no job, no husband, no children?! So when he compares me (working full time whilst raising two children) with her, I do get a bit upset, to say the least. Husband is not interested in sex either, and whenever I convince him, he tells me that it was ok, average, not that great. Last year his father announced that he wanted to take us all (his wife, his two children, children's spouses, and grandchildren) on a week long holiday near the sea to celebrate his 70th birthday. At the time we knew we would be doing IVF and there was a possibility I would not be able to travel, due to pregnancy complications, which I always get (and therefore no one from this family would go, as I go nuts if my children are taken away from me for a night, let alone a week). His parents kept on talking about the holiday and obviously there is a very good chance that we may not be going so we both felt uncomfortable every time the holiday came up. Eventually he decided to tell them that I was pregnant, we had used our last frozen embryo, he had done it reluctantly and there is a chance we may not be going on that holiday. It's a conversation he had with them without me being present (but he did tell me he was going to do it). He texted later saying: My parents are fine about it, they don't hold any grudges. Now... why on Earth would the hold grudges? Should they not be happy that they have another grandchild on the way and who cares about a week long holiday compared to the life of a new baby? I could keep on writing for hours, but these are all the points that first came to my mind. There are many, many more, of course. I am no saint. Of course I'm not. But the word divorce does not enter my vocabulary. I adore my husband and I want to grow old with him.