I don’t know what is accomplished by blaming everything on me
Everything you’ve posted about your wife hits home with me for many reasons:
• I have depression.
• I went off a medication that was working (with my doctor’s approval because I had been taking it for nine months and no longer had symptoms) right before my wedding because my husband and I did not plan to practice conservative NFP early in our marriage and I was worried about the effects of the medication on a potential baby.
• Going off the medication proved to be a horrible idea, as I completely relapsed into all the symptoms (which the doctor had warned me about, saying it’s not a good idea to go off medication during a significant life change, but still agreed to let me try to go off it because of my concerns about pregnancy).
• I ended up going back on the medication. (The doctor told me the benefits of the medication outweighed the risks for pregnancy. I thank God both my children were born perfectly healthy.)
• The medication keeps things under control but I still struggle with everyday task completion. As I mentioned in another post, sometimes merely carrying a cup to the dishwasher can literally feel like running a marathon. And it’s a viscous cycle. Dishes pile up. Laundry piles up. The mess makes me depressed, and the depression makes it all the more difficult to get the tasks done.
• I don’t work outside the home, but I am a mom to two young children which is more than a full time job. I am so drained by caring for them that I have very little energy left over for chores like dishes and laundry. I hate the mess, and I really wish I could do better. But it is truly just so hard. I can definitely understand your wife having very little energy left after a day at work.
• My husband is the primary breadwinner (he works from home and has flexible hours, but still has to work hard), and he does all the chores. He cooks dinner every night, takes out the trash, and does the majority of cleaning the kitchen. He also does all of his own laundry and sometimes the children’s laundry. And he does fair amount of vacuuming and mopping. Never once in six years of marriage has he ever complained about it. Never once has he implicated to me that he is unhappy with me for not doing more (sometimes if I do start to do a chore, he will stop me and proceed to do it himself). If neither of us does a certain thing and maybe the dishes or laundry pile up, he doesn’t get upset. He’s said on many occasions that having the house perfectly clean at all times simply isn’t important to him. He’s just easy going like that.
• My illness is pretty much as under control as ever, but I still have good days and bad days. Mental illness isn’t all or nothing, sick or cured. Moods come in stages, and it often doesn’t take too much to trigger an “episode” of a very low mood for me. If I ever got the slightest vibe that my husband thought our marriage was a mistake because of my illness, I’d probably have a breakdown.
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