Having just hijacked someone else's thread, I'm starting my own ...
Anyone got any ideas for helping a depressed, out of work, middle aged actor, who's driving me absolutely nuts with his unexpected moods and two bottles of wine a night habit? My dp, who really is a lovely, sensitive man 90% of the time and quite the love of my life, has been out of regular work since December. He's an actor, so it goes with the territory, but we've only moved in together with mortgage etc 6 months ago and he does have a history of depression, but as he's been working fairly regularly the last few years, and we were also living quite far apart, it wasn't much in evidence. Bus sadly the depression has been triggered since Christmas by his feeling of being useless and not able to contribute to the family kitty, even though I've said we can manage (just!) on my salary till his next job. After last night, I feel like I can hardly wait till he goes away on tour in July! We were decorating my daughter's room and he kept disappearing to walk in the park, without telling me he was going. When he returned in the evening after his second jaunt, he just sat in the kitchen looking miserable & I really didn't feel like fussing over him, thought the best thing was to leave him to it; so he went to the front room with a bottle of wine and put on some REALLY loud metal music, deafened even poor dd who normally likes her music loud. I went in & turned it down before the neighbours started banging on the walls - just a little, as he was presuming finding it cathartic. I suppose I should have asked him if he minded turning it down but I was losing it by then. So then he turns it RIGHT up - big scene follows, I used some choice language and confiscated the wine as well which made him even more indignant (I'm sure he knows he's drinking too much, and it's unsaid, but some of that drinking money could go a little way towards the household expenses), and I guess he didn't like having this scene in front of my daughter (who's been great throughout, despite the fact that she's only recently become reconciled to his presence). He flounced out of the house with his bottle till midnight and went to bed without a word before I did, and I haven't really seen him since, as he got up again around dawn, muttering that he couldn't sleep. When I got up this morning he'd gone again, leaving his phone behind but, I think, taking another bottle of wine with him - so I expect he's sitting in our local park like some old wino swigging it back and feeling sorry for himself.
He's never really lived with anyone before, and I expect this is part of the teething problems and the work problem is a huge factor, but honestly, in the past 24 hours I've thought I'm better off with just dd and the cats!
I'm feeling so fed up this morning, want to shout at him but am also aware that he's in pain and we do love each other. Can't concentrate on work just now and felt like I needed to 'talk' to some people who might understand and perhaps reassure me that all is not lost!