....and it's my birthday too!
Partner of several years has mental health issues, and takes medication for it. The meds don't seem to be working but he can't be bothered to see the gp incase something else might help.
This past week - my birthday week - which according to him was going to be special and wonderful has ended with me feeling sick and shaky.
This 'special' week I've had the silent treatment, the going to bed all day treatment, the ranting at me treatment, the going out and being social with his mates treatment. But apparently he's made it up to me by volunteering to cook dinner last night , oh and giving me a birthday card last monday, then literally dropping a box on the table and walking away this morning. Don't know what it is, didn't say it was for me.
Years ago, whenever one of these episodes happened I felt it was my fault. I would take him tea in bed, talk to him, soothe him, persuade him to come join back in to our life. Gradually the scales have fallen from my eyes and I know it is not my fault.
He doesn't rant, scream, sulk, ignore any of his mates /workmates/family. Just me.
This is the cycle of my life with him. A few good days followed by many days like those above.
I've told him today that I'm done. I now just need to do it.
Happy fucking birthday to me!