I'm not even sure what my aim is in posting this. I guess I just need to
get it out there in front of others who can empathise. And apologies in
advance for the long and probably rambling post. My husband has recently
admitted to me that he has been ...
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I'm not even sure what my aim is in posting this. I guess I just need to
get it out there in front of others who can empathise. And apologies in
advance for the long and probably rambling post. My husband has recently
admitted to me that he has been suffering depression for about 30 years,
since his late teens. We've been married for nearly 20 of those years.
He admitted it after a big confrontation about his drinking when I told
him to either sort himself out or we (son & I) leave. Looking back at
our early marriage, I can see some of the signs of depression but it
wasn't something I was aware of at the time. Depression wasn't something
anyone talked about. He didn't have much of a problem with drink in
those days either. We were both busy with uni, travel, friends etc. I
can't pinpoint when the drinking started, but I think it was around
2000. I remember a couple of episodes around then where alcohol was a
factor. Since then the drinking has gotten worse and worse to the point
that I would say he is a functioning alcoholic. He said recently he
drinks to deaden the pain. Depending on how much he drinks he can go
from jolly, to argumentative, arrogant, taunting. While drunk he has
said some quite nasty and hurtful things to me. He has never been
physically abusive though - I would walk without a second thought if he
was. He says he still loves me, wants to fix things, has apologised for
hurting me etc. He has been slightly better since our big blow up
earlier this year but still has depressive episodes. He refuses to see
anyone to talk about his issues. He says it won't help - he has a few
friends who have gone on medication and are no better. Not being a huge
fan of medication myself, I can understand his reluctance to not go on
anti-depressants but he won't even help himself by doing natural things
like getting outside and going for a walk, meditation, eating healthily
etc. From the minute he gets up, to the time he goes to bed (when he
doesn't sleep on the lounge), he has the TV going - I think it's so he
doesn't have to listen to his thoughts. He has worked from home for the
last few years which in some ways is good - he was in a very toxic
environment where he was and his drinking escalated there. But in some
ways it's worse - he only showers if he's going out (which can be days),
doesn't leave the house, works all hours of the day and night etc. If I
am not home to prepare his meals, he goes and buys takeaway. In 2002 we
had a child and things went down hill rapidly from there. It was as if
he couldn't cope with the demands of growing up. Our son was a dreadful
sleeper and I was left with full responsibility. Husband rarely, if
ever, got up to him through the night or took much responsibility. I
found it hard to cope and was close to PND but I pulled myself out in
time. Starting doing yoga, taking walks, getting out of the house etc.
He has never really bonded with his son. If I leave them together, he
either ignores him, yells at him over something minor or sends him to
his room to clean up. I can count on one hand the number of times he has
taken him out to do something or even played with him - and when he
does, it usually ends up in tears. He used to smack him, but I don't
think he has done that for a while. When son was little, we would sit at
home and not go out because I had the vision that we should do things as
a family. That's how it was for me growing up. But husband would never
want to go out or do anything, so we'd stay at home. I still remember
when I finally thought "stuff this" and took son out on my own to the
park. He was about 3 or 4 and I sat there by myself, miserable, because
everyone else seemed to be in a family unit. I was losing my identity
more and more until about 5 or 6 years ago when I started to wake up and
examine what *I* needed to be happy. A lot of reflection, self-help
books, talks with friends etc and I have now found myself - well, its
still a work in progress but I'm pretty happy with myself I lost weight,
took up exercise - have tried various things until I found what works
for me, I have outside interests and friends who don't see me as "mum"
but as a real person. About that time I also realised how broken our
marriage really was but after so long of being the one to reach out and
mend things, I've had enough. Son and I are quite close because we do a
lot of things together. In some ways that possibly exacerbates my
husband's depression as he feels "left out" - but he doesn't want to get
involved in anything. He has few friends - and won't put himself out
there to join in anything. He has a golf membership that he bought 6
months ago that has never been used because he doesn't have anyone to
play with. Just going along and joining in with people he doesn't know
is too scary to him. Over the years he has come up with "plans" to fix
things which I now recognise as part of the depression - he would come
up with grandiose plans of moving to the country, going travelling for
12 months, buying an investment property, moving overseas, starting
another business etc. I guess a way of him trying to run away from
reality. And each time, the "mania" would subside, he'd lose interest
and in many cases, then blame me because "I didn't support him enough."
I'm no longer committed to saving my marriage. I've been hurt too many
times, made too many attempts. We haven't been intimate in over 12
months - I just can't bring myself to make love with someone that I
don't really care for anymore. Now my aim is to protect myself and my
son from his toxic fallout for the next few years. Financially I'm not
in a great position to leave - if push came to shove, I could and would
have family support, but I'm trying to stick it out for a couple of
years to be in a better position. And part of me still hopes things will
get better. I don't hate him - although I do hate his behaviour. I feel
sorry for him and helpless because he has to want to help himself. Sorry
for War and Peace. As I said, I just had to get it out there to know
that I'm not alone.