Hello, I am following with great interest as I am at my wits end with DH. I am very sorry you are all having to go through this
My story: DH and I are both in our 50s, been married over 20 years and have two grown up DDs, one just finished university, one just started. We're on our own at home for the first time since DD1 was born. I was quite excited about this stage of our life, thinking we'd have more time to enjoy activities together, maybe do up the house, go to gigs/films/walks/explore our local area a bit.
Thing is, like many PPs, my DH seems to have given up on life. All he does in the evenings is sit on the sofa channel-hopping and drinking. He doesn't have any hobbies, doesn't socialise unless it's with my friends and family. Lately I have taken to seeing friends alone because he invariably has too much to drink and he gets loud and stroppy.
Now he has hurt his back, and he has taken to his bed for the last week. This is despite all advice saying that this is the worst thing to do with a bad back. He's not doing any physio, not waking around or trying to be active - he's just chugging back painkillers and alcohol. He only emerges to complain at me how much it hurts (I realise how miserable back pain is, I have had similar in the past, and I am being sympathetic - honest - I am just venting here, but it's his refusal to engage or to help himself that's so infuriating) or go to shops for more alcohol. I refuse to buy that for him.
I've been doing everything at home, walking dogs, visiting my elderly parents, keeping up contact with our DDs, on top of everything else. He's the same when he has a cold. He'll stay in bed for days and leave me to hold the fort. I don't think I have ever stayed in bed longer than a few hours in the daytime when I've been ill or in pain. Sometimes you have no choice but to get on with things.
I've recently started swimming and yoga in my free time, for my own well-being and for my mental health (I have had bad bouts of depression in the past) and I suspect he resents me doing something so 'frivolous'.
It's just occurred to me now: he often gets ill when I start something new outside the house. I can't say anything to him about how I feel or he'll moan about me being so uncaring. Shit. I didn't realise how bad things have got. Writing it down like this makes me think how the fuck did this happen?
Honestly, I am getting so sick of this. What will it be like if he gets really ill? I know marriage is partly about sticking together through bad times and good, but I can't see much good left. I feel so drained being with him at the moment. I have daydreams about starting anew on my own, but have no money, no family nearby to rely on and I am scared of starting again at my age. What happened to the energetic, interesting, loving man I married?
I wish you all well. It's a horrible situation to be in, and I feel angry with myself for getting into this situation. I was always so independent and courageous when I was young. I would love to read some hopeful stories of how everything worked out for the best!