Okay, I will admit it, the tears, the feelings of despair, and I’m feeling myself shutting down more and more as my husband continues to battle this latest bout a year on. My scrappy/fighting attitude is starting to desert me! He has been analysed by a psychatrist now and she’s found that he’s depressed has avoidant and dependent personality disorders and is now going (she doesn’t believe in labelling, though he loves it!) to work on a therapy and medication plan for him. I was hoping this would make him feel a little more positive, it hasn’t. ‘Great’ I say ‘finally you’re getting some help.’ ‘Maybe she’ll be able to help.’ Totally defeatist. I guess that is part of the depression?
Anyway, I feel like a complete bitch now saying this, but I wonder if it is just me… I have always firmly believed marriage is forever, kids from broken homes don’t do as well as ones from secure family units… but I really don’t know how much longer I can go on living in such misery. I feel trapped because a) I have young kids, and feel there is a big social stigma attached to divorce still and b) How on earth can you kick a man when he is so down? Our marriage vows said ‘in sickness and in health’. But I have really started to imagine a life without him. Feeling relief and control when I do so. How bad is that? I’ve decided to myself to give his therapies and meds 6 months to work and reassess the situation. I’ve had ‘helpful’ friends suggest marriage counselling. Marriage counsellling? My husband does not think of anyone or anything but himself at the moment and the problems we are encountering are because of his head. Making him focus on our marriage would tip him over the edge.
Sorry for venting, but I feel very bad for even having these thoughts, yet strangely relieved .......

