I'm 26. I've been with my partner 10years, we have a 2y/o son. We're engaged, would have been married by now if not for covid.
There's all kinds of niggles in the relationship that everyone has, not pulling his full weight housework and child wise, not giving me the romantic attention I'd like, maybe being too complacent because we've been together so long, etc. Those aren't the worst things in the world. But not being able to talk to him about improving them without him getting a depression hit and turning it on himself so I feel I have to Molly coddle and cajole him and say it's ok when it's not, makes life very hard.
His mental health has never been good the whole time we've been together, he lost his grandfather who he was very close to, a few months before we started going out, he was depressed, self harmed, I convinced him to see a Dr, but because he was a teenager the Dr fobbed him off and did nothing. Because of that I've spent ten years on and off trying to get him to do something about his mental health, depression, self esteem, resilience, stress coping skills, and he won't because he either doesn't trust them to take him seriously and do anything about it, or he has the belief that this is just his life and how he's meant to feel.
I love him, SO much, but when I'm not getting the type of romantic input (not just sex, I mean sensual loving stuff) I feel I need, and I'm having to take all the slack house wise, finance wise, child wise, being his only source of therapy and support, even though I'm going through some back shit with my own work stuff that's affecting my mental health, it's hard.
I've never considered leaving him, in fact I'm terrified to because if he lost me I don't think he'd cope, in the last two weeks I've had two nightmares, one about him talking about killing himself, and last night one where he actually overdosed in the dream. But when does it become too much? I'm a carer, I always sort other people out before me and even at a detriment to myself sometimes, so I have not idea where that line is, when do I say this is enough? How could I possibly justify leaving him and risking my nightmares coming true, alongside all the other heartache of losing the love and connection I have with his family, giving my son a split household, etc.
And yet, how long can I keep doing this when it's impacting my mental health?