We are living under a big black cloud and I can’t take it any longer.
he was always paranoid about his health and death but it’s reached ridiculous levels. Every day he tells me he is dying. He is utterly convinced. He has IBS style stomach problems and has been diagnosed with IBS but for him no it’s not IBS, it’s cancer. For years I’ve been trying to convince him otherwise but I’ve hit my limit. He now reckons he’s got another sort of cancer as well that is affecting his urine.
He won’t see a dr. He won’t get mental health help. Flat out refuses to do either.
his dad died of liver cancer 20 years ago and he’s certain he is suffering the same fate.
we are living under an umbrella of death because of his anxiety. He is in constant gloom. I love him but I’m exhausted.
my reassurance doesn’t help. Getting checked at the dr doesn’t help. He has had colonoscopies and nothing changed.
I’ve told him this is it, no more, he has to get help. I said if he ends up hating me over it then I don’t care. Things have to change. He bashed a chair around then stomped off to the bedroom, put his head under a pillow and was wailing that he doesn’t want to die.
what do I do here?