Dh is currently lying in bed after getting up in a foul mood,
he has just been to see a psychologist as he has been depressed pretty much all his life, at first the dr thought it might be bi polar the psychologist says he does not tick all the boxes for any one thing which sent dh into a decline as he was expecting miracles and when things don't go his way he has a tantrum and mopes about all day.
I was expecting him to get out if bed first just once as I normally do everything to make his life a bit easier but no I got up made ds breakfast etc and when he did get up it was to bite my head off then he went back to bed after a bath .
He can't think about anyone but himself and as far as I can see this isn't a marriage anymore never has been since ds was born and dh gradually got worse and worse , all I am is a carer and his crutch I have styed despite being called a prick , dick and told to go Fuc k myself more times than I can count all forgiven on account of his depression .
Talking to the psychologist has made me realise we never had the relationship I thought things were great until dh got any sort of responsibilty then he turned into a big kid (he has issues about being ignored as a kid by his family and some other awful things that happened)
thing is now I don't care anymore I think he is unwell
mentally but I also think he plays on it and whenever anyone points it out to him he kicks off and scares people into shutting up by shouting punching Walls etc etc.
I hve had enough I am twenty eight and my whole life revolves around keeping dh happy (which never works) so we can have some peace, at work I sit on my own during breaks so I can ring him and check things are ok so I don't worry , I never see my friends or family because we have no money and when I do he normally ruins it anyway by snapping at me about some thing or other.
I do still love (the real him) but my life is being dragged down and if he can't make the effort even on mothers day after I run around after him constantly then fuck him I can't live the rest if my life like this and ds does not deserve it.
The one thing keeping me here is he might try and kill himself if I leave with ds , we are his crutches apparently the only things he has to live for(his words)
if he did kill himself I would die inside and my poor ds would be left without a father .
What do I do? Would it be my fault if I left and the worst happened or should I stay and risk a breakdown myself because the pressure is unbearable .