My DH suffers from depression and although not currently on medication, he seems to be falling into some sort of dark pit of despair. I try to be sympathetic and understand when he's feeling bad but quite frankly, we don't seem to be able to communicate any more without bickering or arguing. I often get accused of having "spoken to him in a bad way" and showing him a total lack of respect.
He's always been very sensitive and I found that out not long after we met. He's a kind and loving man most of the time and when we 1st met, I had no idea of what he'd been through in the past and that he was suffering from depression. He hid it well with his sunny personality and joker style. I also used to very outgoing and a happy person but for the last two years at least, I've begun to feel repressed and low when in his company. I no longer look forward to weekends off together which is terrible as he's trying to find a job, which gives him the weekends free to be with his family.
The poor atmosphere between us spoiled our holiday last month and ds didn't help with his pre-teen mood swings (and he is a prime cause of a lot of the arguments we have). I found myself basically agreeing to everything dh suggested we do so as to avoid bickering. Even then, we had a massive row one night because we went out to dinner with family and I left him to look after dd who was demanding attention and he never got a look in on the conversation. That's his version - mine is that he chose to sit with dd and he couldn't control her and I didn't want to interfere and make him look incapable in front of everyone.
Last weekend, I had a girlfriend over whilst DH was at work and we took our dd's out. For the 1st time in ages, I felt alive and free to behave like the old me. We were dancing in the park and basically being silly. like DH and I used to. However, that evening it all turned to despair as once again we rowed (over a disagreement about ds's behaviour when I was accused of being too harsh with him). The row blew up totally and I ended up saying that as ds and DH were joined at the hip, why didn't the pair of them leave as I'd be far happier bringing dd into a happy environment, as opposed to one filled with bad vibes, rows and tears. We had a really shitty row, which went on for ages with lots of tears and nasty words exchanged. The upshot was that we finally agreed that we didn't want to part as we do love each other and the good times are good. He explained that his past relationship experiences meant he'd never allow himself to be walked over or to be made unhappy at the hand of another person. He didn't want to be single again, but if that meant he escaped the unhappiness he feels at the moment, then he would. We made up and for a few days things were better although there was still an atmosphere understandably.
Anyway, on Saturday night, we ended up having another minor argument and when we went to bed, I tried to initiate sex and was rejected. I turned over to go to sleep and then 10 minutes later I get a "nice to see you're happy to go to sleep on a bad atmosphere" comment. We ended up talking till 2 in the morning with both of us crying. Him saying how depressed he is, wants to quit work etc etc. I didn’t dare say how unhappy I was for fear of being accused of not understanding him. He accuses me of twisting things he says to make everything that happens his fault.
I really don't think I can take this for much longer. We've only been married four years and I can't face the next 40 years living like this. I love him dearly and when things are good, they're great but this constant underlying atmosphere and self-pity that he seems to have is pushing me to breaking point. I told him that he seems to seek the hidden (non-existent) double meaning in everything I say and he just retorted with "that's coz I expect you to be getting at me the whole time"
I think I'm in a no-win situation but I really want to help him to return to his old self rather than abandon him to what he's become.