I’ll start with a confession. Yesterday I told my husband, who has
depression, that I was done. No more. That’s it. Over. I told him he
could go wallow in self pity without me. We live with the long grey
shadow that follows him everywhere, trying to ...
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I’ll start with a confession. Yesterday I told my husband, who has
depression, that I was done. No more. That’s it. Over. I told him he
could go wallow in self pity without me. We live with the long grey
shadow that follows him everywhere, trying to drag me into its darkness.
He returned a week ago, from a trip to visit family. He went with our
adult daughters to have some bonding time. I asked how the trip was, I
got complete silence. Not much out of my daughters either, other than
'his mother, geeze!'. So obviously something went awry. He has had a
fraught and complicated relationship with his mother and his siblings.
There is abandonment, jail, suicides and death from cancer in the family
history, all very painful. In the past few years, I have seen his desire
to reconcile with them, so I gently encouraged it to help him on the
road to heal the rift, before it is too late and there are regrets. Last
night, I said that I knew something was up and I was there if he wanted
to talk . Accusations flew out him that I called his family evil , that
his problems were none of my business, they don’t affect me in any way,
I was at fault for not going with him, I should butt out of his life I'd
never asked him about his trip, he told me all he had to say in texts (
2 texts in 2 weeks) and that he had nothing to tell me. To my detriment,
I can’t hold my tongue. Seriously, is everyone who cares for a person
with depression wonderful all the time? Far out, I’m a really bad person
if so. I launched a tirade back, borne of deep hurt and years of living
with this shadow in the room that I can’t see and can’t fight, but which
wraps around him like an iron cape, stealing him away and leaving me far
out in the cold. So I said my terrible finale. I'm really shouting at
the shadow, but it is him that gets hit with the words. I meant it and
not meant it at the same time. I am done with the shadow. Well and
truly. I am not done with the person beneath it. The problem,
apparently, is I have to accept both, or neither and I’m so pissed off
about that. It is NOT fair. There are three people in the marriage.Me,
him and the shadow. The shadow gets all the attention. Last year was
hard for me. I lost my mother and a close work colleague/friend. I had a
hard time at work with a nasty boss. I need support too. None comes for
me. I'm lonely and angry and sad. But most of all I am tired of the
shadow. What do I do now?