SG, ditto to what everyone's said. I really have come to the conclusion that when men were created, some vital component (ie adulthood) was left out of their genetic makeup.
Which has led me to the conclusion that God is definitely a Man, as no Woman would make that mistake!
Lily, you're giving that baby motionsickness !
Sorry girls, my turn to add to the post festive gloom.
I'm very pissed off with dp again, sorry to say. He's had two episodes of depression since Christmas. He shook the first one off very quickly and apologised (again - how many apologies can one take?) and we had a lovely New Year - unlike last year, when he pissed off to his mother's and left dd and me alone for NY with no parties to go to. But yesterday he had his Jobseekers interview & came home all revved up to start jobhunting on the internet - to find dd had taken the laptop to her room - quite validly, as she was doing GCSE course work. So he stomped off to the library - all the pcs were booked up. So what constructive thing does he do? Spend the rest of the day somewhere, getting pissed. Came home mid evening, was nice to me and I tried my best to be loving, left him to himself in the kitchen, where he drank a bottle of sickly sweet cheap wine and went to bed early. But then got up in the night and spent the rest of the night back in the kitchen, and I suspect, drinking again, as when I got up he was just off to bed again, and obviously still very drunk. He's currently sleeping it off & quite frankly, the longer he takes, the better as far as I'm concerned.
The thing is, I can handle the depression - it's something he's had since his teens, and it's had the obvious trigger of post Christmas facing the reality of unemployment. What annoys me is that, both times in the past week, he's blamed DD for it - first, her very presence, returning from her father's last week, and yesterday, taking the laptop to her room. It just isn't fair to her and makes her feel awkward around him, and I'm stuck in the middle. She's done SO well in the past 5 years, from hating his guts to tolerating him as a permanent household feature - and he's going to undermine all that if he's not careful.
And what I hate most about his depressions is that he hits the bottle - so there's no speaking to him when he's depressed AND drunk.
I suppose I should tackle him about it - once he's sober. No point last night, he'd have just lost it with me. He says he loves me, but if this becomes a regular pattern, he's going to kill my love for him - and I love him so much, it would be such a tragedy for both of us.
When I'm feeling down, I DO something - clear out a cupboard, watch an old movie, anything, but I DON't drink - I prefer to drink when I'm happy. I so wish he'd do the same.
So GUM, you have my absolute sympathy .
Am taking DD to see St Trinian's later - hope that cheers me up.