I have had several conversations with my DH about how I am struggling with mental health issues since having our DD (12 months old), I have found the baby stage very hard, and struggled a lot with accepting my new life and feeling like I no longer exist as the person I used to be. I feel fairly miserable on a day to day basis and have many days at a time where I could just cry at any moment. The conversations seem to be forgotten the minute after they are finished.
We have been away on a short break and I was feeling quite drained by having done all the work for organising the trip and sorting all the packing etc, as well as having took DD out on a 4 mile walk so DH could do some work he needed to get done while we were away. I just wanted to relax and chill a little bit when we got back but DH wanted to go to the beach and I had to go too. So I wasn't overly enthusiastic, especially since we were expecting my pil to join us for late afternoon/evening to have dinner, but I did go and played with DD, and was polite and friendly with pil although a little bit quieter than normal.
That night DH started repeatedly asking what was wrong, and I said I was fine just tired but he wouldn't leave it alone. He said I looked miserable the whole day, and I replied that I was miserable as I had told him many times, and I was struggling to get any joy out of things at the moment but I was trying to join in and make sure DD enjoyed herself. He then had a big go at me for being miserable and said it was disgusting that I didn't enjoy seeing DD's first experiences of the beach (it is not that I hated it, it was lovely to see her excited), and I was an embarrassment for him that I was not in full on hostess with the mostess mode with pil.
When I told him I felt like my existence was pointless he then went off on another rant about how do I think saying that makes him feel, why don't I love DD (I do love her) and other such things of a similar vein.
The rest of the trip I had to put on this happy wife mask, and had sex twice even though I was still feeling really hurt by his words.
I try my best to resolve how I feel and accept this new version of life, and I have been trying to find a counsellor or psychotherapist who is affordable and local so that I can be a better person, as well as trying to make and other small changes to improve my wellbeing. I understand it must be hard having someone like me to deal with, and I am worried I am not a good enough mother and don't do enough classes and activities, but was it really fair to blow up like that? DH didn't express any empathy or sympathy to my feelings, or ask if there was anything he could do to help. Was I being silly to think that having talked about my mental health before it should be a little bit expected that I might not always be 100% held together?
If I am being ridiculous please point it out kindly, I know I need to stop being self indulgent and push away my feelings and accept this change.