thanks so much for all the posts - sorry for disappearing.
sunday was so absolutely weird I find it hard to think about. dh basically accused me of infidelity, said he didn't know whether he was ds's father - all sorts of stuff. In a way this was almost easier to deal with in that it was just ridiculous. what is harder is the stuff with some reality in it - like 3 years ago I agreed to pay something for my father, said to dh it would only be a couple of payments when in fact it was a year's contract. he says he's not really trusted me since then. This all goes with having seen himself in the film we went to see on Thursday night. It's like trying to live in a world where I'm just not sure what he's seeing when he looks at me.
dh has stopped taking his medication - 5 days ago. it looks at the moment like he will never take it again. We've had lots of contact with the Crisis Team locally and should get an appointment with his usual consultant there maybe tomorrow. I have clearly got a serious face on because everybody there starts off thinking it's me having the crisis...
he is a different person. cooler. more irritable, more negative. wants more togetherness. some of this is funny, like on monday we decided to have coffee, and he made a single mug of it for us to share... and some awful. he's opening my post and emails - i've now told him to ask first - don't know if he will. i lost my mobile phone and he gave it to me - suddenly the sim card is gone. he denies taking it out. given my level of organisation it is just possible i managed to lose it without remembering but unlikely. Then yesterday i was off to a tea with some antenatal group mums - he really wanted to come and i was happy that he should - so he chats for 30 seconds and then spends the rest of the time in another room reading the paper. He got angry with me taking lots of stuff home at the end (I'd made a cake with the kids etc so there were piles of things, plus I travel in a kind of cloud of plastic bags anyway) and threw them all in the car (incidentally catching ds with the tin of Birds custard powder i think) and we head off home.
it's all so bl**dy reminiscent of my first husband, tbh - not the medication/illness but the anger, the tension, the inability to see why i need to see other people, the rudeness. I swore I would never be in this situation again.
Big positive - he's sleeping really well. he's suffered so much from bad sideeffects, I can't blame him for wanting to do life wihtout medication, how can I?
I'm so muddled. i've been desperate to post tbh, or to talk to somebody, but he's so furious with me talking to people locally.
i think i just breathed out for the first time in 3 days.