I'm slowly realising that my DH is ruining self esteem and general quality of life with the thoughtless and sometimes cruel things he says, and am slowly trying to get my head around the idea of leaving him and allowing myself to be happy.
He's been having therapy for two years but doesn't seem to be able to behave reasonably when he's experiencing any sort of negative feelings, and there's a lot of very passive aggressive behaviour, sighing a lot, crashing around the house doing jobs that aren't urgent, shouting at us.
He's obsessed with his work to the point where he's petrified of anything that might make it difficult for him to do, and that apparently includes all real life things like kids being difficult, people getting ill, appliances breaking down... anything really. These are all met with the sighing etc.
If I'm anything but fully functional it is made very clear that it is the worst thing that could possibly happen to him, for example if I share that I'm worried about something I have to caveat it with 'I'm ok, but...' because it will, in his words, freak him out and make it impossible for him to be able to function in order to work. Mostly I don't bother.
He follows me around the house if he thinks I should be doing more, if I nip upstairs to pluck my eyebrows or grab a T-shirt or whatever if I've been up more than three minutes he's calling up asking me what I'm doing. The other day he decided that some plants I'd bought had to be put in the garden right now. I said 'ok you can do it if you want but I was going to do it this weekend', but he wanted them in now so off he went. While he was out he came back in around ten times to ask questions 'where do you want them?' 'Is this a weed?' 'Do you want compost added?' 'Shall I put it near the front or the back?' which felt very aggressive at the time and made me really uncomfortable. I said 'Leave them, I will do them myself' but he wouldn't have it.
I felt unwell last night, DS has been unwell, so after I had made dinner (which I had to do sitting down because I felt so shit) and after DCs had gone to bed I said I was going up as I didn't feel great 'Oh BRILLIANT' and a big long sigh as I walked up the stairs.
This morning the kids got up at 6, which was apparently AWFUL, and he has made loads of comments about this week being 'Just an AWFUL week' - which no doubt refers to me and DS being a bit unwell.
I just need some short term strategies for dealing with this stuff because the long term one is formulating slowly. How do I put up with all his dramatic catastrophic language? How can I keep my sense of self? I feel like the most worthless piece of shit on a shoe and I don't know how to get out.