I know that my life isn’t going to get any better but I’m not strong enough to go. I have two beautiful children with my partner of over ten years and for years I’ve lived on an emotion rollercoaster depending on his moods and I’m getting exhausted from it but as soon as I feel I can’t take it anymore, he’s nice again and all it’s hard to think that I ever wanted to go. Last night was another reminder of why I feel bad. We had to sort out a credit card transfer. He asked for my help because I know how these things work and I knew what was coming. He started getting stressed, swearing and huffing and puffing whilst I tried to calm him- I spend my life pitter pattering around when he gets stressed, trying to calm him and hush the kids if they’re too noisy. The feeling of anxiety makes my chest tight. I even take beta blockers and was prescribed them purely to calm the anxiety I feel when he started to become stressed. As I was on the phone trying to sort the credit card, he got cross with me because I was pacing the room and quietly rolling the dogs ball around below my feet. He didn’t like that I was doing that. If I tried to help him to read out the numbers on his card so that he could type them, he’d ignore me and make a point of reading them himself making it obvious that he doesn’t trust me to get that right. He is my biggest critic. I’ve been screamed at for dropping a glass, been told that it efforts are “piss poor” because I failed to inform him of a simple plan, I’ve been told that my job isn’t as stressful as his and because he earns more, his is more important (I work in the public sector). If I make a mistake, I’m too scared to tell him. If I want to talk to him about something important, he will often walk away from me. But you would never know because it doesn’t look like this to anyone else and that’s what makes it trickier. And then when things are good, I wonder why I ever felt like this.