Update / Follow up on this because I am honestly just at breaking point now.
Things have gone completely off the rails over the last couple of weeks and I just need to vent / get some perspective from people who understand.
DH and I had a massive row earlier today. I’ve reached a point where I cannot even bring up how exhausted I am without him completely exploding or throwing a strop.
He suggested going for a walk, DS1 pissed me off before we even got out, and because I was stressed he took it as a personal attack, threw a massive toddler strop and got out of the car.
When I called him out on his overreaction, I got a massive wall of text about how "unwell" he is, how he’s doing 20+ hour courses on regulation, how he took himself out of the situation, and how I am the reactive one who "bottles things up" and attacks him.
He constantly says he’s trying, but the reality is I literally CANNOT speak to him or express a single emotion without him going completely on the defensive, telling me I’m attacking him, blaming it on his ADHD, or bringing up stuff from the past.
So I’ve just stopped talking. I’ve checked out. I’m on my phone scrolling constantly just to escape my own life, and then he complains that I’m ignoring him or just grunting/nodding at him. He calls it ignoring; I call it basic survival and escapism because everyone needs something from me 24/7.
When my mum died suddenly back in March. We had a complex/difficult relationship, so my grief is a total messy nightmare. But instead of getting any empathy or support from DH, he had a full-scale meltdown over photos I put up of her, claiming I was building a "shrine to a horrible woman." I had to manage his emotional breakdown while grieving my own mother.
And now, because Mum passed, I’m the sole caregiver for my 97-year-old granddad who is extremely needy. No external support, no break, just me doing everything. The last time DH tried to "help" with granddad, he had a complete meltdown and blamed me for "giving poor directions." So now I do it all alone because it’s easier than dealing with his fallout.
To top it all off, he’s constantly groping at me and physically clinging to me while looking like he’s about to burst into tears—using me like a human security blanket to soothe his own anxiety—and then acts completely bewildered as to why I have zero sex drive and recoil from him. I feel like a mother to a grown man, not a wife.
I’m finding myself caring less and less by the day, and honestly, that indifference is terrifying me. I feel completely numb, utterly isolated, and I don't even know where I go from here. Has anyone else ever reached this absolute wall of apathy? How do you even begin to untangle yourself when you're carrying the entire world on your back?