I have recently taken a large overdose in an attempt to end my life and subsequently had to spend some time as an inpatient in a mental health unit whilst my mood was stabilised enough to be safe at home.
During my time in hospital and at the MHU my husband has been amazing. He's kept everything going at home, visited me twice every day, called the ward each morning to check on me until I was able to use my mobile - the first 2 days I was unconscious, the nurses told me when I woke that he had been calling frequently. On the surface the model husband.
I was discharged on Thursday lunchtime with crisis plan and follow up appointments in place. Within 2 hours of getting home he had gone to the pub. I went to my GP to attend my follow up appointment and get my prescriptions. Upon coming home from the pub hours later he flipped when I told him that I'm signed off work - he expected me to return immediately. He yelled at me to get out, said he's done with me and smashed up the house, damaging 2 doors, putting holes in a wall and smashing a chair to pieces along with throwing stuff around.
It's not the first time. I must be stupid to have believed that I would be going home with the man who visited me over the last few weeks.
AIBU to think that I wouldn't be so depressed if I didn't live in this situation?