I just had a massive row with my husband over a stupid technicality. My son has been diagnosed with additional needs and getting any therapeutic support in my country is a joke. This has caused a lot of stress in our household. Our son can’t sleep most nights so we both haven’t had a proper night sleep in 3 years. My husband is upset over our son but he’s also having a stressful time at work. The past few weeks I’ve been threading on eggshells. He’ll take offence to something I’ve done or said and just be pissed. I’d get so angry and upset I won’t say anything. I’ll keep it all inside. When we got our son’s diagnosis, he got upset and didn’t show anything. I became focused on helping our son. Inside I’m stressed and worried about the future with him but I don’t show this. Well this evening we had a row after my husband jumped my throat after I tried to make a point about something. He told me he was just very passionate about our son getting support. When I tried to explain where I was coming from he got angry and said I wasn’t listening to him which wasn’t true. I didn’t interrupt him but he was interrupting me when I had was trying to explain. He stormed off and all my rage exploded. I followed him and threw a nappy in his direction which was so out of character for me. I raged at him about how he’d been impossible to live with. How everything is always my fault. His tiredness is my fault. His anger is my fault. How he barely keeps a lid on it in front the children. How when something happens in work, he let’s it consume him. I told him I was sick of him . He’d better some leave from his work, gets some sleep and work out what he really wants because I’m sick of him. I don’t feel relieved from saying it, I just want cry. A lot. I think about death a lot lately. I’m afraid of something happening because we’re tired. I’m afraid of something happening to my husband. I don’t want to be alone. I miss my nice, kind husband who used to cuddle me when we’d watch TV.
