DH was signed off work for depression and then 'let go' with a settlement agreement.
He was very down and sleeping a lot but now seems fine, going for walks, drinks in the pub.
He said today he'd, "See you when you get home."
Got home to a cold, dark, empty house, a full washing machine and a pile of washing up. Oh, and DD to collect in the freezing rain. Massively fucked off but he's happy because he, "Went for a lovely walk, went to the pub and I'm out tonight as it's darts night."
AIBU to have had a cry (on my own after DD went to bed) and be eating dinner alone after getting up at 6am and doing a full time job? Feel like a cow but also feel utterly shit right now...