We've just had yet another argument about moving back in which he accused me of actually wanting to go back to England on the basis that I've done lots of work and research on moving there. I've had to, he wasn't doing anything, but this means, in his mind, that I want to move there.
I've been on and off the last few months, ever since we decided to go back really. I've tried bucking myself up, getting snacks to make sure that I eat, etc. But today, after this argument, he wanted to go for a walk and I didn't, so he said that I'm spending too much time slumming around the house, that I'm getting far too depressed and I'm just like my mum. When I objected to that, as I would (if you know my mum) he just said "yeah the truth hurts doesn't it?" and other things that basically implied that I'm far more like my mum than I realise.
He hasn't noticed the good stuff that I'm doing, like the 20 letters of application and cvs I've sent out on his behalf, the way I'm trying to pull myself out of depression with no bloody help from him! He's gone out now and I just feel shellshocked that he could be so nasty. I feel like wrecking every single item of his.
He turns my words round, he denys things that I know he has said, he never sees the positives that I've done, only the negatives and now I'm depressed and that's all my fault and I'm now I'm just like my mum and the reason I react to that so badly is because I know it is true apparently.