Dh has just gone out again after we've had another row earlier. As a bit of background he has mental health issues and his moods are very up and down. This week he has gradually slipped into a low mood. Our time together has been spent with him hardly bothering to make conversation and making me feel quite lonely to be honest. When I ask him what's wrong and hint that his mood seems low he denies it as usual and says he's fine. I just wish he would be honest and admit he's feeling low as I can only assume if not that he's upset with me.
Fast forward to this afternoon, he's been a moody arse all day and I have been irritable with pmt and naughty kids pushing my buttons. He decides at 4 pm to have a beer to which I couldn't resist a snide comment about it being quite early for booze (he's not a drinker before anyone assumes) To that he chucked the can in the sink in a huff and accused me of constant critism. I accuse him of stonewalling and being an arse and told him to go out. Then grabbed the keys myself and went and sat in the car because I refused to be left to do dinner/bedtime alone whilst he gets to flounce off. I came back 10 mins later and said he should just go out after kids are in bed.
So he has, and I'm sat here feeling resentful and lonely.
I'm just so fed up with his mood swings one minute he's all full of love for me and really chatty and supportive and the next he's like a fucking zombie. I didn't know life with him would be like this and I feel cheated really, like I didn't sign up for this.