Have namechanged as my normal forum name is one I use everywhere. Okay, so there's a huuge amount I would have to say to explain this fully, so I'm just going to sum up the more current points. DH has depression, which is going untreated after a few false starts with meds, talking to drs etc. It's hand in hand with anxiety, and he's had alcohol dependency issues in the past which have lessened but not gone away. So, generally, he is troubled, and not well.
The trouble is, I'm not well either. I am registered as disabled, and he is my carer, and both the DC are still young. (DC1 starts school tomorrow.)
We've both been stuck at home all through the holidays, which I know is making this worse, but I'm just getting to the point where every day I just long for the day to be over and the DC to go to bed so I can switch off. I spend too long at the PC but it feels like my only window out onto the world (neither of us work atm since I am not fit enough). DH is snappy and short-tempered all the time, and obsessing over the amount of time I spend on the PC, and how he is convinced it is making my health worse and I should stop using it, though he knows that my social interactions are virtually all online, as I've never been very good at making RL friends. (Yikes, that makes me sound crap.) My health also limits my ability to go out, as does the amount I worry about DH's ability to cope with the kids.
Essentially, things haven't changed for the better in the last year or so, and I'm getting to the point where I am becoming a crappy mother. I don't want to do anything with the DC, I just want to shut it all out. I'm worried about my health enough that I am going to make an appointment with my GP so that it doesn't get out of hand. Most of all though, I'm at the point where I feel like I married two men. There's my real DH, who was funny and happy and made me sing inside, and there's Depressed DH, who is grumpy and bad tempered and makes me feel generally rubbish. And I feel dreadful for saying that, because it's not him that is being this way, it's his illness, but it's destroying me and I'm worried that it is going to destroy our relationship. That maybe it already has.
I just...I feel like I don't know him any more. In the evenings we sit and do our own things, we hardly ever talk, and I see the differences in our interests more than the similarities. We're growing apart, and the more I type here the more I see it. I want to fix this, to do something, but he won't even talk about anything. Every time we start to have a discussion it ends up with one of us losing out rag and starting an argument instead. And then, just when I think it's time to cut and run and work out the shitter my life would end up in later (I'm not sure how I would manage the DC alone, for starters), Real DH comes back for a while and I remember all the things I love about him, and I feel like the worst person in the world for wanting to leave him when he's ill. I'm the only person he will talk to about his health. If I leave him, I'm worried that he'll hurt himself in some way. Not because he has said he would (he hasn't said anything of that sort that I can recall) but because of how he has reacted on the couple of occasions we've teetered on the edge of splitting.
And now I find myself feeling more relaxed and at ease in the company of people I chat to online than I do with him. I feel like I'm sinking in this fug of emotions and I don't know what to do or who to talk to.