DH is depressed, he has gone from citrlopram (sp?)10mg to 40mg & counselling in about 5 months. He hasn't started couselling yet but has recieved the forms.
Last night I was in an awful mood as the weekend had passed without us spending anytime together, I was dreading today, i just wanted another Sunday. We had friends over Saturday night but I had asked DH several times during the day to cancel as I wanted some 'us' time.
So last night I was in this bad mood and was complaining about how I hadn't really seen him all weekend all all he had done sunday was sleep (he was like a narcaleptic! just kept dozing off) I got upset over another issue (his work - too long to go into) and ranted a bit about that
Then he said something awful, he said that I was like that because 'I needed a good f*king' he said thats what all this is about... 'because i hadn't been f*ked I was so angry so I was sat on his computer chair and in anger knocked some of his belongings off the desk (nothing broke or was damaged)
Then he picked me up by the neck and dragged me out of the room, the threw me across the hall and i landed into the toilet door.
I was crying my eyes out and I was so angry.
I automatically jumped up and slapped him in the face, I must've done it about 3 times and i was sobbing saying 'go on hit me then I will have a reason to leave'
And the threw me across the hall again but this time I went to the left and went through the stairgate, i fell down the stairs onto the large corner step, but it had a plastic box there and i have a cut on my back.
He helped me up but then I saw our young son was on the landing crying his eyes out.
Dh was still ranting and started punching the walls.
I just tried to calm him down and i said 'im going in there with DS ok?, just stop now hes scared'
About 10 mins later i was in bed and had taken DS in with me and he came in, I was facing away, and he said ' 'lostand alone' please dont tell anyone what I did, Ill do anything, please'
That made me feel sick
I felt like I was in eastenders or some shite magazine, like this would never happen to me.
We talked for a long time and hes really depressed, Its bad. He tolsme he felt like he wanted to kill himself
He said he hopes 'ds never remembers what happened as he would hate him.
His dad was violent and he remembers it.
I don't want to leave as this man is my husband but hes not the man I married. The depression is a cloud over us both and I want to work through it, I really do.
The man thats under there wouldn't do that, its the mental disease.
He said he would leave if I wanted him to.
Part of me thinks he should go, but then I took my vows through better and worse, and even though I know I didnt agree to what happened last night I feel that it truely is this medication hes on, hes just not himself.
I wish he would just go back to being tha man I love