I have very recently ended a relationship with someone who suffers from anxiety and depression. ExDP was honest and upfront about having a history of depression within a month or so of us meeting. I was so naive, I thought being upbeat, positive and offering support and just being there for him would keep the black dogs at bay. I didn't understand how his depression shapes and affects every facet of his life, his attitude and reaction to everything. How, what to me are normal everyday knocks and bumps of life become magnified out of all proportion into hideous seemingly unfixable problems and proof that the world is acting collectively against him.
The fun, loving person I met vanished beneath clouds of unhappiness and uncertainty and self doubt and self loathing. I spent months feeling anxious about every meeting not knowing what mood would greet me, terrified that the smallest thing would cause upset and found myself sticking to 'safe' topics of conversation. Tiny things could lead to huge rows (with me and others, in the case of the latter friendships often ruined and grudges borne) with horrid things said by ExDP. He was hugely threatened by and jealous of my life (friends, hobbies, dcs) outside of the relationship to the point where he would be upset if I told him I'd caught up with a friend or made weekend plans with my dc's that did not include him tagging along.
He wanted me to be always available to support him. Evenings at his would often be spent in tense silence, he just wanted to watch TV in bed from early eve and me to be there beside him - I found him shutting the world out so hard. Communication from him would be minimal if he was in a low mood leaving me not knowing if he was down or if I had caused upset. He'd make social plans with me then announce on the day that he was too tired, didn't want to see those people as they all disliked him really etc. If I said I would stick to the plan and go out for a bit without him to not let friends /others down but return early to see him I was being disloyal.
He told me he loved me so much, I was the best thing that ever happened to him and that he just wanted me all to himself.
Everyone thought we were really well suited and he would wear his happy mask when out. I wanted to explain to people what it was really like.. "it's awful, I'm unhappy, I'm always wrong footed and I don't understand why". I tried so hard to see things from his point of view, to just be there, I read everything I could about depression and anxiety and dating someone suffering but still so often felt baffled, hurt, confused and uncertain. I started to continually doubt myself as his reactions and attitudes to life were so different from how anyone else I ve ever met sees things. I felt like I was going mad. There is a kind loving person in there and I have felt awful walking away when he's latterly said my "distance" /wariness was causing him to sink to the depths but i just realised I couldn't go on and I don't have the strength to carry him.
A mutual friend sent me a list of relationship red flags last week, exDP ticked so many but I couldn't see them, each week it was surely going to get better. On one level I miss him dreadfully but on the other I feel a huge sense of relief to be out of the drama. Apols if this sounds really harsh and like I am super unsympathetic to mh issues - it's not meant to be, I'm just not strong enough. My heart goes out to anyone suffering from depression and anyone supporting a loved one through it.
Good luck op.