Does anyone have any good news stories and advice about surviving with a partner who has depression and is an alcoholic?
I am a sahm with two children under 3, and am married to a man I love enormously, that was diagnosed with severe depression 6 months ago. I understand depression is an illness, and he is getting treatment for that but it is frustrating being on the receiving end of his illness. I think it has been going on for a couple of years, and the treatment is working very slowly.
My problem is that over the past number of years he has also become increasingly dependant on alcohol, often going out and getting drunk leaving me holding the baby (literally) several times a week without being contactable. He has been to a couple of AA meetings, but not totally committed to it, although he seems to admit he is not in control when it comes to booze. He has had severe mood swings, becomes aggressive (verbally), talks about suicide (he IS under treatment by a psychiatrist using CBT and talking antidepressants), he seems upbeat when people/family are around and then collapses afterwards, he doesn't care about work, getting in one time, gets aggressive if I try and tell him what to do, won't participate in housework/home life or minimally... when he is "upbeat" he is a wonderful husband and father and I do love him so much, but I feel like I am being treated like a poorly paid cleaner and baby sitter, with an extra child at times, who has to walk around on eggshells and pander to him. Our relationship has always been close, but I am feeling increasingly as if I am being blamed by him for his illnesses. And he is increasingly out of contact (I never know where is he or when he is coming home) or is untruthful to me (seriously how often can a phone run out of battery), like a teen trying to get out of something... and I am feeling the strain of living with him and some of his behaviours. I just am finding it hard to understand how in one breath he can tell me how much he loves me and in the other be like this. And it is so hard not to take my frustration out on my wonderful gorgeous children, when I am frequently just wanting to sit down in a dark room and cry.
Wow...that doesn't sound very optimistic, but I guess I am having a bad day and am feeling so frustrated! I am just so confused whether we can "weather this" and come out the other end in one piece, or am I just deluding myself and being a bit of a masochist?