When dh and I got together nearly 11 years ago, he was known for his cheerfulness. Over the last five or so years, dh has had a couple of low spells (as have I) but has still essentially been "here"; present and loving, if a little down.
In early December last year, dh fell into another depression. I understand why - all work-related, and strongly linked to his self-esteem. This has been the most debilitating depressive spell yet. He has been going into work only occasionally so is at home a lot - but when he's at home, he's not with us; his face is vacant. It's like living with a body moping about, rather than a person. His loss in confidence is also behind him feeling that he can't handle our son, so caring for our high-spirited pre-schooler is down to me at the moment.
For the first month of dh feeling low, I was understanding, affectionate, reassuring - everything I should be. But I'm beginning to feel fed up with dh being here, but not here; with him lying in every morning, even when ds and I have been ill and I could do with the extra rest; with him finding little or no enjoyment in what I see as the pleasures of being a family (trips to the park, bike rides, funny things ds says and does); of hearing ds enthuse to his dad about something four or five times, and seeing dh having to really work at snapping out of his daze before he actually responds; with either telling people the truth when they ask how we all are (and grinding the conversation to a halt/having others gossip about us), or instead with lying and pretending everything's fine. I know dh needs love and support more than anything else, but I now feel reluctant and uneasy giving it; I'm becoming increasingly resentful as I see dh indulge in behaviour and thinking that we all know isn't helping him one bit. He isn't the person I love at the moment.
Dh is doing a few things about the depression, but it's early days. I feel like there is a big black cloud over our home - none of us want to be home - and yet I can't really do anything about it, just keep trying to be cheerful.
Why am I posting? To vent! And because I'm wondering if my more recent response to dh's illness is fair, or just plain selfish and conditional? And I suppose to seek reassurance from anyone else who's been in this position with their dh/dp, who can tell me it gets better ...