DP is regularly miserable. He has a job interview coming up with a lot riding on it for promotion. But if he doesn’t get it he will get work elsewhere. He earns a decent salary and this won’t change even if he doesn’t get promoted.
He gets home and is pretty down. I ask if he’s ok. Sometimes he talks briefly, says he is stressed and fed up. Other times he will just go quiet, I will ask what’s wrong and he says nothing. Other times like tonight he will get upset, tears, then he will say he’s not sure why but he’s just stressed. I do anything possible to comfort him, hold his hands, sit and talk on the bed, try the gentle understanding approach as well as the tough love approach. He will then pick himself up and shut himself in the office all night until dinner, which sometimes he will cook. We will eat briefly then hes back into his office. He gets to bed at 11pm usually.
It’s shit. I feel low because he can’t even say thank you, I appreciate you supporting me during this time. Or even one step beyond this, he can’t even try a bit to smile and be loving. It’s like whatever has happened in my day doesn’t exist. It’s not happened.
He’s generally a kind man and he means well. He’s not a bad person. He’s definitely not depressed, been down that route many times with him. He’s open about mental health and it’s just not that. He’s just moody and quiet on a regular basis.
I’m fucking sick of it. am I being a dick?