I am.
He endlessly doom scrolls, scares himself silly with talk of houses being repossessed and people freezing to death this winter. He’s convinced himself we’re headed for financial ruin and it seems to be all he thinks about. He’s in a permanent foul mood, stamps around the house swearing under his breath and kicking at things. Every little thing is blown up into a huge drama and spoils the mood of the house for days on end.
Today he’s had breakdowns over a tradesperson not turning up (while he was ranting and swearing I found somebody else to do the work in a few days time), and a ‘mystery’ £20 direct debit that has come out of the joint account (he’s convinced we’re being defrauded or that I am secretly blowing sums of money on myself).
All the while I’m the person who actually keeps calm and solves whatever issue has blown up.
For the record we are financially comfortable and while we will have to cut back slightly we are more fortunate than most and will not be sleeping on the streets.
I’m sick and tired of it.