My husband is currently being off with me because I explained to him last night that my diagnosed anxiety is, at times, very difficult to manage alongside family, our relationship and work.
When we get along it's lovely but more and more he makes me feel rubbish, do much so, that I've considered ending my life. It's crossed my mind, I wouldn't don't due to my children but when we argue the thought always enters my head.
He got pissed off at me for not arranging to see a therapist from a list he sent me a few months ago and said the therapist I went to see was pointless.
He then turns to our lacking see life, he has said for ages he feels he has to hold back. I feel embarrassed and self conscious about see, I not sure why really but I'm never that fussed about it. I do try hut he claims I do nothing at all to improve the situation, I dread bed times as he bring it up and insists on having these big talks about it late at night.
I think he's playing mind games or, at least, just trying to make me feel like crap. I'll say I'll make tea....he'll not want what I suggest then complain he's had to sort his own food out, he complains all his money goes on bills and that we use my wages to live off....I've offered to swap it over as it makes no difference to me, he contradicts what I do and say to our children, constantly saying I need to do this, do that.
We've been married for 16 years, house and mortgage, 2 children. I'm just not happy and I'm sure he's not too.
I've got a pot of my own money that I've just moved into an account he can't access. I just feel do confused.