Hi I’m with my partner 9 years almost. We have 3 kids. He’s diagnosed with severe depression for about 6 years now. His mood swings and horrible nature are really getting ontop of me. From I’ve had my baby 8 months ago I suffer from post natal depression. Due to this I reallyyy struggle with housework, weepy all the time, don’t really go out much, dont have much confidence in myself. I’m going through a low with it atm where I’m basically in survival mode just getting by day to day, doing the bare minimum that needs to be done, I’m trying really hard not to be hard on myself over this because my babies are clean, fed & loved & that’s my main priority. He was in such lovely form today and then tonight it just randomly took a turn. He’s works days here & there, no set hours or full time. He doesn’t really take much to do with the children’s care even when he’s home. I basically sort everything. So I made the kids a huge pizza for dinner and there was 2 slices left over. He wasn’t there and I thought he would have been out longer than what he was & as I said I’m on a low at the moment (which he is fully aware off) so I wasn’t in any mood to cook dinner, so I took the last two slices & heated them up & ate them. While I was eating them he arrived home. Nothing was said untill about 2 hours later, he was away again somewhere & rang me chewing the head of me because I didn’t cook dinner and asked me “what kind of woman are you, you can’t even cook a meal” I haven’t really been cooking full blown meals recently, it’s usually just something handy & quick, I find it hard to get motivated I’m exhausted running after 3 children all day (1 diagnosed ADHD who is extremely hard work) he then started saying that he was going to go down to his mums for something to eat because atleast she’d have a dinner for him and really started shouting at me. He always making remarks like this and I know it probably doesn’t seem like much but I already feel like a crappy person not being myself atm never mind someone else pointing it out. It’s not me being lazy or not wanting to do it, because trust me I do, I loved cooking. It feels like some sort of mental block or something stopping me.