I ate a small bar of chocolate that was in the kitchen cupboard, in a pile of other similar ones. It's been there since the weekend (could have been longer for all I knew).
My dh came in, saw it was missing, asked if I ate it (I said yes, I've not been having a good week - I'm very overweight and been really down this week and eating everything I can get my hands on, ashamed). He started crying said I spoil everything, it was for dd at uni. Slammed cupboard door, slammed around. I am at desk wfh. He has gone off to work. He has texted saying sorry for getting upset over trivia and that he's annoyed with himself for leaving the chocolate there.
He doesn't talk to me about anything other than things to keep the family running any more, or to complain about his boss (this is a very long and wearing complaint, on and on), and is sarcastic or angry in all responses to me (I'm supposed to remember everything he's ever said in passing - I'm sure some of these things have not been said out loud, or I've drawn a different conclusion of the point of what he's saying). I guess I'm saying our communications are completely failed.
A year ago I had something of a breakdown, partly because of a work situation that thankfully resolved by me finding a new job away from a really manipulative colleague. I started taking antidepressants, which were a lifesaver to be honest, and with some CBT, I came off those after 8 months and I've been fine. When I was off work and started ADs he never spoke to me about those, and when I talked of stopping them he ignored it. Until I reduced the dose and then we rowed and then he told me I should keep taking them. And since then he has said that he didn't know I was taking them or why (but of course he did as I couldn't drive for a couple of days and was nauseous/dizzy as often happens when you start them apparently). I've been doing loads better this year, getting some of my mojo back with doing things, but it's all alone, like when I was single and everything had to be planned in my head with no one to share it with.
I've become increasingly aware over the years that he may be on the autistic spectrum (he has scored highly on an online test) and that many of his behaviours fit with that (I've often thought I may be too) - my friend with an autistic child was shocked that I didn't realise he was (in her view).
I feel that there is no warmth to his behaviour to me (and I get brushed off for being affectionate to him). Been nothing physical between us for over 8 years, because I'm fat and that's not appealing to him (his unpleasantness is not appealing to me). I miss it so much. I miss him, it feels like he's not here.
Is it him? Is it me? Is it just the combination of both of us? I'm so sad, and I would just like to stop feeling like such a failure. We have 2 teenage dc at home plus the one at uni and it's such an unwholesome atmosphere to have around them. We're only mid-40s.