We're putting our house on the market. All four of us have been discussing it for months and agreed that it was the right thing to do, especially since school started back. We're actively looking forward to the lifestyle changes it will bring for both adults and kids.
The place has been neglected for the last year due to my crappy mental health. It's dirty; layers of dust everywhere, grimy handprints on the doorframes, the sort of stuff that I used to keep on top of. And the half acre of garden ran wild.
I've been working on it for a few months, so the garden is about 80% tidy, and the house is getting better, but it's a slog on my own and DH is too busy. I'm currently going cold turkey from one antidepressant (not usually recommended but in this case my GP didn't want the drop in mood that would come with tapering) so I'm in withdrawal, plus having side effects from the drug I'm replacing it with, but it's not really working either so the best mood I can pull myself into is a sort of emptiness.
DH has been actively resisting my every effort to get the place ready for the market. If I declutter stuff to the attic, he'll take it back down (and it's kids' stuff that I've discussed with them, not anything that'll affect him). I tried to rehome our chickens because they can't go with us, and he told me not to go through with it because he had promised them to someone else. But that was two months ago and they're still here, and I don't have contact details for the guy who's supposed to be taking them. DH is just pushing back constantly and gets angry if I 'nag'. It's fucking exhausting. I barely have the strength to manage myself through this, never mind forcibly drag him. He finds change hard (I nearly divorced him the last time we moved house, he was so angry constantly till about 6 months after we moved), but he's aware that it's an issue. He even apologised for doing this last time (3 years later). So I'm walking on eggshells, reluctant to mention the whole thing.
The estate agent is coming today to do a valuation. There's a load of rubbish on the back patio that he moved out of the garage. I can't show the agent the garage because DH's bitey ferrets are running loose in it. The whole house needs tidying and hoovering and the grass needs cutting, which is a two hour job in itself, but I can't get the mower out of the garage. Our bedroom is half painted since three weeks ago and there's painting equipment everywhere. If I paint, he gets angry, accuses me of doing it wrong and redoes it, so I daren't finish it. There's a pile of his laundry on the bedroom floor that I washed, dried and sorted but he can't be arsed putting it away and has just left it there.
When he was leaving to drop the kids to school this morning, he told me he was going to go to the office for the day. We normally work from home, and while we're supposed to be in the office once a week, his boss isn't that fussed and there have been plenty of weeks when he didn't need to go in. Today, when the pressure is on to get the house up to scratch, he suddenly felt like going. I took two days' leave yesterday and today to try and get it sorted, and he just jumped ship. He asked me if I needed him here, and I said no, because he obviously wanted me to or he wouldn't have asked, and if I'd said yes, he'd have stayed so ungraciously it would have made things worse. It couldn't have been more obious that he was needed here.
I just feel like crying. I'm sitting on my ass now complaining here instead of cleaning, because I thought getting it out of my system might help, but it's not. I just don't have what it takes to carry him at the moment.