This has hit me like a truck today.
I'm the person that everyone comes to when they have worries, concerns or problems.
When I need someone there is no-one I can talk to.
This is brought into sharp relief today.
DH and I argue rarely, in fact, we usually get on well. He's got a long weekend off and completely out of the blue he's torn into me today. We're both clever, so it's reasonably subtle but underlying the things said today he's made it quite clear that he thinks that I'm stupid and irresponsible. I'm neither.
Lately in particular he's been a complete vampire of joy. He can't even take pleasure from the small things. He's been miserable, angry, grumpy and dismal to be around. I've been chivvying him along, trying to keep things light and cheery.
He's had a relatively easy life, no big bereavements and tragedies apart from his first divorce 15 years ago.
In contrast I've had some very tough times.
He seems to think that he's the only one who has been made miserable by lockdown. We have a good standard of living, a lovely home, a nice life. He's angry that we aren't getting our holiday this year. There are people dying and hungry but no, he's really suffering because he can't have his break.
Anyway, this he's been angry this morning, I've bitten back and rather than smoothing things over I'm not going to chivvy him along this time. Not when it's apparently all my fault 
It's occurred to me though that I would like a friend to talk to, just a bit of moral support and I have no-one. Everyone leans on me but when I need someone to talk to, as now, there isn't anyone.