My DH woke me up early this morning to tell me he was depressed. This follows being woken up at 5:30 yesterday morning when he rolled in drunk from a night out.
The thing is, I just don't believe him. It seems to be a convenient excuse to do what he does anyway I.e. lie on the sofa every evening and weekend with headphones in ignoring family life.
I am not a particularly empathetic person and my patience has worn out already. After a day of moping about looking like a kicked dog he took himself to bed at 8 and I snapped at him and told him I wasn't going to put up with it for long. I get that this isn't the best approach for someone with depression but really, he has nothing to be depressed about so I am finding it hard to have sympathy.
I don't think it is ok for him to make the rest of the family feel bad because of his issue. Am I being super mean? He says he wants to feel loved and have affection but I am an introvert and it creeps me out even thinking of that. He says he will go the docs.