My husband has depression, anxiety and PTSD, resulting from a work injury in March 2016. As a carer, I'm now at the point where walking away and kicking him to the curb sounds like a great solution. If I could find someone who'd want him, I'd pay them to take him. I am a person who at time cannot function how much he's worn me down. I'm starting to think he's a jeckyl and hyde. He's abusive with money and has basically made my daughters and I prisoners in our own home, fearing that spending money on going out is going to cause an outburst. Everytime I park, drive talk or the girls do something he's not happy with, it's my fault. As much as I hate to say it, I think we'd be better off if he had died on that day. My life would've been more simpler. I cannot have compassion for a man who constantly nitpicks at my girls, who are virtually prisoners in their bedrooms. One of my girls, can't stand him! If I could just walk away, I would. Being on workers comp. hasn't been easy and we virtually have more debts than before. As much as I hate to say this, at times I totally despise him and think the accident was to teach him a lesson. He's become a selfish human who deserves to be left on his own. At times, I wish I could have him institutionalised.
