Buckle in, this will be long and probably boring but I need to vent and perhaps gain perspective from others. Sorry!
We are due to go on holiday tomorrow, uk break, me, DH, and 2x DDs. Very outing so I can't give every detail but this weekend has been very stressful due to car issues and has put the holiday in jeopardy. We still don't know 100% how it will pan out tomorrow but we've put options in place to maximise our chances of going and on time. Obviously very very stressful though.
I've been on anti-depressants for a few weeks and thankfully they've kept my emotions in check as usually I'd have been very tearful and stressed. But I've tried to be practical and suggest alternatives to ensure we get on holiday. DH doesn't deal with things the same way as me, he's an ostrich and finds my suggestions OTT when we don't know for sure what's happening so I've learnt to pretty much shut up to avoid a row.
Tonight the straw that broke the camels back was a pair of jeans. Fucking jeans! I have packed and sorted EVERYTHING whilst he cleaned and sorted the house. Not my priority but fine, he felt it needed doing. He went to try on some jeans I washed today and he insisted they've shrunk. I couldn't see how that was possible as I didn't do anything differently but he put them on to show me how they won't do up. I was shocked and so looked at the rest of the washing, all looks fine. Held them up against another pair of jeans in the same size and they are exactly the same. Showed him, but no, he's incredulous and repeating they've shrunk because he can't do them up. I explain that sometimes jeans are stiff after washing perhaps they will be ok after ironing. Then he started saying how it was always going to end in a row today, how I've been a "wreck" all day banging on about hiring cars to get out of our problem. I got angry, didn't shout but did stick up for myself. His parents even suggested hiring a car FFS but that's because they didn't know the whole story apparently. But it's ludicrous to even suggest it according to him. He keeps insisting the poxy jeans have shrunk. And I'm so hurt and annoyed that he's saying I've been off today when I definitely fucking haven't. I've cracked on and tried to stay realistic but with a cheery demeanour for the sake of the kids. Meanwhile he refused to talk to the garage because he "had the ump".
Urgh, typing this out had made me angry again! Anyway, he went off to shave and whatever, meanwhile I ironed said jeans like the mug that I am. Explained what I'd done and went off to bed.
Rationally I know we're both stressed and perhaps taking it out on each other, but I genuinely try to keep the peace and think he hates it when I stand up to him. Which I know isn't right. But if you asked him he'd say the same, that he holds his tongue and I have "issues".
Said issues are long standing depression due to our unhappy marriage and stressful job, we've not had sex for around 3 years and no longer share a bed. Originally die to my snoring but that's sorted now. The sex thing was him rejecting me, going back over a decade. I've suggested couples counselling, threatened divorce (but that makes me cold) because clearly things aren't right. But then we get along for a few more weeks/months and I can't face getting it in motion.
But after this holiday, I really think I have to. We can't carry on like this, there is such contempt from him and it's creeping up on me now. Thanks for reading of you got this far, not sure what I want from this but had to get it off my chest!
Hoping I get some sleep, anxious about tomorrow and getting off on hols... and now about this too.