Namechanged. I could really do with thoughts and advice because I feel powerless and so upset right now.
DH and I have been together for 25 years. I would say our marriage has been broadly good. He is (was?) kind and respectful, and our dynamic has been mutually supportive. However, he’s never been great at talking about his emotions or managing them. I’d say for the first 15 or so years, he might get into a bad mood, or lose his temper/overreact to stress a couple of times a year. He would always apologise and calm down quickly. None of us are perfect, and the good times outweighed the bad, so I have lived with this…
Over the past few years, his temper has got worse. He is grumpy and snappy with me and our lovely, straightforward teenage and young adult kids. I feel we are often walking on eggshells these days. When he is out or at work, the house is lighter, calmer, more fun…
He’s currently under some big work stress, and his behaviour has become unbearable. The stress should abate within the next month or so, so I have been trying to be understanding. But tonight he exploded over something so ridiculous, and was typically nasty in the immediate aftermath.
He was very very obviously in the wrong. He rarely admits to being wrong these days (he seems to think his behaviour is justified usually), but this time he actually did. I left the room and he messaged apologising, but then proceeded to say he feels old, tired and miserable and like there is nothing to look forward to. Says he finds family life as well as work totally exhausting and is sick of everything. For context, we live mortgage free in a lovely house and our teenage/young adult kids are straightforward and thriving. Not a stealth boast - I just want to point out how easy we have it in so many ways. (That said, he has a poor relationship with his parents, and sadly my own parents are no longer alive. So that is challenging…but we have made our own family! We have a great circle of friends etc etc!)
His words sound like those of a depressed person I know, but I am struggling to sympathise when we are used as the emotional punchbags for whatever he’s going through. I feel like I am dealing with a 14 stone toddler on that front. I would love him to seek help - therapist and/or doctor - but I know he will point blank refuse.
We are late 40s. Sorry this is long but can anyone relate/offer advice to me?