I've posted about DH more times than a care to remember. But lately things were better. He has been depressed for nearly 3 years. I supported him, got him help and he turned on me.
He spent all of last year (while I was preg with DC3) blaming me for everything and basically making my life a living hell.
I kicked him out, then we worked on things, he changed meds and things got better (slowly).
He's still ill, but much better. He's worked throughout and has put a lot of time into rebuilding his relationship with the DCs.
I think I just want a bit of sympathy really. I don't have anyone to talk to in RL at the moment.
I had a minor op this week. He took me to hospital (no one else to do it and he wasn't keen on missing work but agreed) and was completely distant and cold even though he knew I was terrified. I challenged him on it and he said nothing. On the way home from hospital I told him how upset I was. Nothing.
In the evening I begged him to talk to me, even though I was tired, in pain and still woozy from the general anaesthetic.
Still nothing.
And now he's saying that comfort is a "two way street", that "if I don't ask for help he can't be expected to give it" (bearing in mind I begged him that first evening for him just to talk to me).
I'm on my own with 2DCs, the house is a tip, I'm still too ill to sort it and everything he promised to do is undone. I even had to clean things before I could give the DCs their breakfast.
I don't want to talk to him. I don't know how to get passed this.
If I'm honest I thought that if he could look after me this week it would make up for all the crap he put me through when I was pregnant. It would prove he was different and could be there for me when I needed him.
Sorry for the very self-indulgent post. Just feeling so sad and tired of it all.
When will it end?