He's driving me insane. We've been married 5 years, 2 DC, both shift workers. We have similar views on life/ parenting, and on his good days he's kind and funny. But he's also periodically infuriatingly selfish and self-centered and I'm fed up.
Today - he has been at home with the kids all day (fair enough not exactly a picnic) while I've been working. I'm a junior doctor on an acute Covid ward and have basically spent all day firefighting patients doing their best to die at the very limits of what we can do for them, while waiting for space for them in HDU. I'm not whinging - it's what I signed up for - but it has hardly relaxed or low stress. I also got a call from my own GP mid-morning to tell me I have type 2 diabetes. Got 30 seconds to process that before going back to deal with work. I've also currently got tonsillitis, just for added fun.
Came home and basically as soon as I arrived he signed out and went on his computer. Barely acknowledged me except to say he's feeling shit - he does have episodes of depression and in December went back on SSRIs, then stopped taking them when he had a few days of feeling better over Christmas, so is now predictably feeling even shitter
. I do get that this is not fun for him, and am on a fairly hefty dose of Sertraline myself following awful PND with DS2.
I offered him a coffee and while I was making it said (to the back of his head) 'I could really do with a hug, you know'. To which he grunted, then said 'fine, come and have one' without taking his eyes off the computer. I didn't take him up on that
, gave him his coffee, then sat with the kids/ read to them/ played with them for half an hour while he ignored us all. He finally surfaces, asked if I'm annoyed with him ('yes, slightly, could have done with a bit more of a hello/ chat') and then stormed off upstairs because I'm being unfair as he's told me he's feeling low.
I realise in the grand scheme of things this is a very small and petty incident, in which neither of us cover ourselves in glory, and likely exacerbated by tiredness and stress and both being a bit unwell. But I feel like every time something like this happens I lose a bit more respect for him. I'm not even sure if I love him any more. I'm... fond of him? I'd hate anything to happen to him. But honestly sometimes I wish he just wasn't around. He just feels like someone extra to be factored in to meal and childcare plans. Someone to tag team the kids with. Not an actual partner in life. That's shit, isn't it?
I'm really very miserable.