This is very unfair of me but is getting to me so writing it here.
DH is fab - kind, concerned, we share everything, fantastic dad, thoughtful. We are both worriers so we understand what it's like
But the last few months he's constantly worrying about his health (and there is an issue which might or might not turn out to be serious); the state of the house and repairs and whether the workmen we call in are dodgy; the area we live in which is not perfect but really no serious problems to my eyes.
It's got to the stage that I don't want to dismiss his concerns if they're real, but it's really fucking depressing me to listen to it all the time. I need to suggest he goes back and has more counselling but need to do it tactfully.
I feel so guilty for feeling like this but honestly it grinds me down.