I'm totally being unreasonable...
DH has depression that comes and goes in intensity. Right now he's having a very bad time. I know he can't help it. I know it's an illness. I even know what it's like to have mental health issues (although mine have been different). I'm honestly trying to be supportive and keep the show going, but dear god he's giving me a quiet inner rage!
I check on him this morning and notice he's awake. I ask if he'd want a drink and breakfast. He makes vague noices. I make him coffee and breakfast. I coax him downstairs, and he sort of sips some of the coffee and leaves the food. I try not to nag, and leave him be while I get on with other stuff. He's just lying there, staring. I make sure he takes his meds, try to talk to him a bit but get no response. He smells bad and I try to tell him how a shower and brushing his teeth would be a good idea etc. Instead he's just dragged himself back to bed.
Honestly, the poor guy, he must be feeling absolutely horrible, but WIBU to go out for a coffee and to Tesco just to get away from it for a second?! The house smells of DEPRESSION!