I’m just so tired
To keep it brief, husband and I both struggle with mental health. Lately his has gotten worse, and manifests with grumpiness and a short fuse. I do my best to help support him, though he is very resistant to venting to me, so I am limited. We are both in counseling (separate AND couples).
But I’m just so tired. The other night, our 8 year old was being needy at bedtime, as she’s apt to be. It was his night. His response to her as he was leaving the room and she was being needy was “oh fuck off.”
She heard this, and naturally, it upset her. It upset ME. I text him from the other room wondering what in the hell made him think that was ok, and my texts escalated to me telling him that the only time he is really nice to me lately is when he wants sex (because that’s how it feels).
He of course felt bad and apologized to our daughter. But didn’t apologize to me. In fact, he continued to be distant the rest of the week until I find out he’s angry with ME and I hurt HIS feelings for implying that he’s a “user.”
This is our typical pattern. Anytime I express how he may be making me feel in a negative way, he becomes angry with me for having those feelings, or offending him somehow. I never get to be the one who was hurt. It always ends up being my fault, and I get zero compassion from him. The therapist is way too neutral on this for me, though she’s quite good with the other stuff. It’s been 11 years of this though (marriage). I just feel like I’ve reached a breaking point. He basically verbally abuses our daughter, then makes ME feel bad for having strong feelings that I’d been holding in. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I was so jealous the other day hearing my friend talk about how she got into a drunken argument with her husband and spilled all these things she’s resentful over/that upset her. She said he wrote her a 7 page letter the next day telling her how sorry he was and how he had no idea, and thanking her for sticking by him thru his previous opioid addiction. I would DIE for my husband to have that kind of compassion towards me. If I confessed things that make me mad while drunk, it would just become a nasty, loud fight without a resolution. I want compassion. I’m tired of trying. I feel like I’m married to a toddler. Sometimes this “til death do us part” shit feels overrated as hell.