Dp and I have been together for 13 years, we have 2 ds's together. I have suffered from panic attacks, anxiety, depression since my early teens so DP has always been aware of my problems and very supportive.
Since the birth of ds2 I develped PND and the anxiety and panic attacks came back the worst they have ever been. I have had some treatment and made a little bit of progress, but am still struggling and am unable to live a normal life as I can't leave the house without someone with me and even then I can only go certain places.
Neither of my children sleep well so I often am surviving on as little as 3 hours sleep, at most I may get 6. DP does get up in the night as well, but the bulk of it falls to me as he works.
We have been arguing lots over the last few months, mainly because we are so tired, but we never seem to resolve our arguments - mainly because he never thinks he's wrong and so doesn't ever apologise. Each argument seems to be worse than the last one.
Tonight we walked to my Mum's to drop ds1 off. It is a 15 min walk and I felt very apprehensive at doing it but I really am trying to push myself so I get better and my psych says that I'm going to have to go through the panic to realise that I can do it IYSWIM. Got there ok, but on the way home about 5 mins into the walk I had a massive panic attack. Told DP that I wanted to go back to my mum's. He tried to encourage me to keep going, but I felt so awful (had only 4 hours sleep last night and a very busy day so felt crap before the panic attack), I really didn't think my legs would get me home. Anyway he walked on pushing ds2 (I think he thought I would follow), but I crossed the road to go back to my Mum's. He did look back at me, but then carried on walking. I got back to my mum's and she drove me home.
When I came in DP got up and I thought he was going to give me a hug (I felt so depressed and a real failure) but he didn't he just went upstairs and checked on ds2. When he came back down he went on the computer so I went upstairs and had a cry. He came up 15 mins later and got into bed without saying a word to me. I got out of bed to come downstairs (I felt I couldn't cry in front of him) and he closed the door behind me.
I'm now sat down here sobbing. I feel shit anyway because of the panic attack and now I feel I will never be able to go out with DP again as I can't trust him not to leave me. I appriciate that DP has had to put up with my problems and the strain it puts on us as a family, and he has always been so supportive, but I think he's had enough.
I don't know what to do now. I've spent the last couple of years feeling bad about what an inconveniece I am to DP (and my parents) and tonight it seems that what I was worried about is true.
I don't know what to do anymore.