Just when everything seemed to be improving...
Last night he started on the wine after dinner and guzzled it back like water. By midnight he had swallowed 1 1/3 bottles. This wouldn't bother me but I thought it odd, normally on Sundays he likes to slow down on the drinking and get an early night.
Then just as we were settling down in bed to go to sleep he started saying hurtful things, as if from nowhere, since by then we had stopped talking and turned out the light. He comes out with, 'Why do you have to put pressure on me? Sometimes I only want a light conversation when I get home from work.'
I said, 'What? Where has this come from?' Very very upset since I am the one who managed to de-stress him this weekend, and it wasn't easy. He made me cry, put me in a rotten position because any reply I might have made would have made it seem that he was right, even though he had just said this out of nowhere!
I said, 'I'll have to go and sleep downstairs.' He asked why, so I said, 'You have made me cry and I know I won't sleep. I won't be able to stop from disturbing you if I stay here and then you will be cross.'
I got up to go and he quietly said, 'I love you.' Like a little lost boy who had become overwhelmed by his feelings and lost contact with understanding them.
I said, 'I don't want to put pressure on you, I want to help take it away. It could be like yesterday was all the time if you would stop shutting me out.'
Then he said, 'That was yesterday. Tomorrow is a different thing.'
I realised that none of it was really about me putting pressure on him. It seemed very obvious in that moment that he was dreading going to work again and could not cope with his feelings so lashed out at me.
I hardly slept all night. I feel just dreadful that he is so trapped, he's not a complaining man at all and it must be really bad for him to get like this.
I told him last night, 'This has to stop. We have to get you out of there.' He shouted at me again, saying, 'You tell me how we can manage without the money then.'
He is right, our children cost us a fortune. But something has to give, I know we have got to get him out of there or he will have a breakdown or worse.
This morning I gave him a big hug and just said, 'Whatever problems we have, we face them together.'
I felt like the worst person in the world even allowing him to go out the door and go back there.
I think we need a major life-change and soon. I am beside myself with worry about him and feel so useless that I cannot present him with a solution tied up in a big red bow.