So much to consider. I am going to see GP about anti-depressants. Yes, I know that I don't want to be on them for life, but, if they help me through this, I want to try them.
I don't know what to say here, really, if what happened happened in isolation, perhaps I would be able to write it off as a 'one off' by a man who had been pushed to his limits. But it's not in isolation; I did not imagine the time I ended up in casualty, did not imagine the threats, did not imagine the online chats.
It's no effing wonder I am depressed. The constant bloody questioning about every little decision- e.g. Dh: 'What are we running out of foodwise?'
Me:' We are running out of x, y and z. Him: 'Are you sure? I thought we were running out of a,b and c'. Oh, yeah, harmless in itself, but the drip effect has got to me, I see that now. My confidence has ebbed to very very low and every day is a struggle. I am not happy.
animula is right. What is the point? It's not as if I have dc's (in early 30's) with him and, to be frank, I don't want to have children with him.
The practicalities of getting out scare the hell out of me, though, and I feel sick at thought of breaking away. Some family members have indicated that they will help out, but the one I thought would help, when being told of the threats about beating up my relative, told me ' To sort it out myself' and not bother her with it. So that has knocked me a bit.