My wonderful, strong, supportive dh had a heart attack at the weekend. He's had a stent fitted and came home yesterday with a barrel of medication. He's going to make an appointment with his gp today to discuss cardiac rehab going forward. This post is going sound selfish but it's about me and my response to everything. I'm posting here to not let it filter too much into rl.
Background, a few years ago, I had a huge breakdown, culminating in an overnight stay in a mh ward and a long recovery period. Dh was amazing but it inevitably put him under huge pressure.
My biggest (irrational at the time) fear was that he was going to have a heart attack. I was anxious about him all the time. Now, years on, it's happened.
I'm nagging him. I know I am. I'm watching his every move and treating him like a child. I keep trying to stop myself and then I fall back in to it. I keep bursting into tears. I genuinely can't stop them. I'm not a crier normally. I'm trying to hide it most of the time but sometimes can't help it. I feel so selfish.
Help me to help myself so that I can help him.
Please, any words of advice?