I know I'm unreasonable. Prepared for a flaming.
My DH has recently been diagnosed with mild CFS/ME after having general fatigue the past couple of years. I am recovering from PTSD. No DC.
DH is unfaultingly kind, supportive and a great listener. He'd do anything for me. He's very sensitive and it doesn't take a lot to overwhelm him so I shoulder the majority of responsibility - finances etc. He has no friends or hobbies, he's very much a private introverted soul. I'm his world.
I run a very small business that means we both work for ourselves from home, but there's a lot of spare time! A lot! So we're together 24/7.
Here's my AIBU - as I'm recovering from PTSD I'm realising how co-dependant we are and how little life we live. I need to start doing more but he's too tired, or just doesn't fancy it. There's always a reason. He'll happily go for a long walk in the morning, then potter about, then sit in front of the TV from 5-10pm. I'm more motivated, and get frustrated if I don't do anything.
Every day is groundhog day. I'm mid 30s living like I'm 80.
I see friends for coffee twice a month, and my therapist once a week. That's it. No family on either side.
I feel as I'm recovering I can see what I need but I feel guilty for trying to move forward in my life with DH struggling behind me. But as I said, he's amazing if I'm struggling mentally.
We can't have DC (fertility issues) and DH said no to getting a dog as he feels unsettled and doesn't want the stress. Everything I suggest is a 'no' or anything we do is organised and initiated by me. It takes a lot of effort with my anxiety.
Should I wait and be patient for him to feel better so life can start? I feel like I'm living half a life. Selfish, right, when he's so kind?