I can’t begin to list all the problems we’ve had in the last 28 years, but I’m mentally exhausted by everything now. He’s never happy as in I know he’s chronically depressed but he won’t do anything about it. The last 10 years have been unbelievably stressful with his family business which is finally doing ok now but the relationships between the partners are beyond repair. When the kids were little ha had almost very little to do with them because he’s a workaholic but not through choice. I’ve done all the parenting.
Whenever I’m not feeling great mentally he has to turn it into a competition, he can never mentally support me when I’m need it like I have done for him. But I’m crumbling now. Ive been the foundations holding everything together even though I’ve suffered tragedy after
tragedy after tragedy but I’ve carried on because that’s what you have to do.
The last year for me has been the toughest by far. Like a fool I constantly put my faith in my husband (even though I don’t trust him 100% after everything we’ve been through) and things never seem to get better. It feels like we constantly chase “one day”.
His family are weird and defunct. I only have my mum left and she’s needed me to me her savour this last year after my dad died. That’s been hard.
And yet if I ever, ever raise my voice or show my unhappiness I get “you’re so difficult to live with” “why are you like this?”
This morning he barked at me calling me weird for filling a hot water bottle. We
don’t have the heating on and I wanted to be warm. I don’t think that’s weird!
Then when I made the mistake of reacting to it, he told me I’m impossible and he blamed my hormones. My hormones are totally fine, but mentally I know I’m wading though mud.