I will try to cover this as quickly as possible whilst including all the most relevant details to avoid drip feeding. I am partly sharing to figure it out in my own head and partly for advice.
My husband is a good man. He is kind, he is intelligent, he works hard in a job he hates to provide and he is the best father I know. Domestically, he is neither practical (to the extreme - think putting dripping wet jumpers back hanging in a tight packed closed wardrobe when I once asked him to hang out a wool wash) nor particularly interested, but does every school drop off and bedtime. We both work full time, and I do all school collections all meal planning, shopping and cooking, laundry and putting away, kids admin like calendars, presents etc and all the cleaning. We did have a cleaner at the start of the first lockdown who we kept paying but she moved away so we have not had a cleaner in years til this week. I wanted to get a new one but he said we couldn't afford it which we probably couldn’t and still probably cant. The problem is I have to leave for work at half six each day and dont get back til after six with the kids so am often ironing or cleaning when he goes to bed and often leave before he gets up.
Typically I am quite cheerful and I have also been worried about him as he has hated his job so much and I havent wanted him to be even more stretched so initially got on with things. Periodically and increasingly so though I have raised this and the need to share the load more, telling him I am tired and not coping. I only do this when I really feel I am not coping and sometimes end up crying and I think probably sound like I’m just having a bad day. Either way, it never changes anything - he agrees, makes a general commitment, does some more for a bit then it just slips back. Anything to do with what the kids or we are doing when goes into a calendar on the wall and our shared google calendar and he will still ask me details several times which doesnt sound so bad but just feels like more work and less responsibility for him. He took our son to the wrong pool for his first new set of lessons - he has only ever had lessons at one pool and I still don’t understand how that happened. He got us tickets for my favourite band but we missed them because he missed several emails about the change of date. More often than not if he has a business trip or trip with friends he will ask me where his passport is and I will find it but feel responsible for not checking he put it in the usual place when we last came back. I generally feel if I haven't triple checked everything there is a significant chance things will go wrong if I am not in charge and I dont want it to be like this.
Ive been getting more upset more often and since jubilee weekend think it is likely I would be described as mentally unwell. I have a history of health and generalised anxiety and I am currently hugely worried about some issues I am desperate for help with but he is in a v difficult position as he isnt supposed to let me reassurance seek or fuel the fire. Even so, unless I sit him down and beg him to talk to me about the plan for addressing the mental health stuff if not the physical things I am scared about he doesnt really. It cant be much fun or easy being married to me, but one of the exercises I recently did for the therapist I am seeing was a questionnaire about essentially having an inflated sense of control and responsibility that fuels the anxiety. The problem is, I dont feel I have a choice but to feel responsible for everything- I manage our finances, everything in the house, my job which I am increasingly crap at, my mental health, everything the kids need. I cant work out if it is a legitimate objection or the anxiety being crafty as it is to say “i do need to take responsibility for investigating all my health worries because how can I only be worrying because of an inflated sense of responsibility and simultaneously be trusted to be responsible for everything else despite asking not to be repeatedly.”
This weekend I went away for one night for my best friend’s son’s christening and he stayed with the kids. It was lovely but I am on new anxiety meds and generally “not myself” so found it exhausting. He called in the afternoon, absolutely cheerfully not demandingly but checking when I was back after I had told him many times and mentioning he needed to do a work call but could sort it. When I got back I tried to explain I felt he was implying I had made it hard for him to do the work call but he said he was just thinking out loud. I couldn't stop crying and think just gave the impression I was having an anxiety episode but he didn't engage really- he gets stressed when am like that and clams up.
I have an appt with a specialist today that I am so scared about. I am scared almost all the time and am desperate not to be but cant find the rational space between taking responsibility for my health worrries vs my mental health worries and have some no doubt unhelpful residual feminist resentment about wholesale accepting it is just all mental like others seem to think when that goes against my instincts and I am not only trusted but expected to be exceptionally responsible in every other area of our life.
I cant see how we move forward when every time I express what I think are sensible concerns I can be gently ignored as hysterical, or how I can move forward with a mental health problem, which I really hope is a mental health problem not the various physical things that terrify me, whilst this marriage is this way.
Does any of this make sense? Does anyone have any advice? X