Great suggestions, guys.
Hm, I wonder now about the gut flora thing. Also interested in the diabetes suggestion.
As for how I respond - I usually get quiet and ride out his moods. He'll either snap out of it on his own - suddenly become very up and full of energy - or he'll kind of grin and bear it for my sake, because we're supposed to be having a nice time. We live in a big city without a car, and can walk most places.
Sometimes, though, when it's cold and windy or raining, I want to take a cab home. He'll refuse, saying we can walk the distance, it costs too much, he can't stand the drivers, etic. But at some point during the walk - let's say I give a sigh or shiver or something - he'll suddenly turn and flag down a cab in a fit of anger - like I've forced him to do something with my passive-aggressive behavior. Whereas I haven't been doing that at all - it's really been colder than a you-know-what lately. So I sighed, so sue me! Then he realizes he's been an asshole, and as we're sitting in the cab, he'll turn and look at me with this frozen grin on this face. Like - "See? I'm trying to be cheerful. I'm a nice guy, right? Got you the cab you wanted? Happy now?" But the whole time he's really furious that had had to cave in to me.
He gets up at 1 am for his super-early work shift, and when he's off, like during the holidays, his brain just gets him up at the same time anyway. So there we are, both awake at 1 am, and he's singing and dancing around the bed and cutting up. I'm feeling really relieved the darkness has receded. But it always comes back. I've wondered if it could be a manic-depressive thing, but the manic episodes are few and far between, and pretty short-lived.
We argue about money, and that's tough, but he's right. I'm kind of a spendthrift, and I start shopping more when I'm unhappy or under stress. This just makes my situation with hubby worse. I've often been grateful for the fact that he's a tightwad - if we were both misery-spenders, we'd really be in the hole. We have some retail debt that we've been knocking down steadily (on a program called AFS that works well for us) and just put a big chunk on what we owe the IRS. Getting there.
The worst of our tense moments seem to happen when I complain about my job. He starts snapping at me to just do this, or just do that, or "don't worry about those piss-ants," lol! His advice is actually pretty good. But as they often say in mars/venus books, at these times I just want him to empathize with me and soothe me. He says, "I'm not mad at you. I just get angry at these people destroying your peace of mind. They're not worth it." And he's right. But his support is somehow not supportive. He wants me to buck up and get through it and get over it. I'm not so hot at that.
We live in a tiny studio apartment, so not much time to be apart when we're home - it's a source of angst for sure. The bed is a queen, but with the cat - who somehow unfolds to four times her standing-up size when she's lying down - we can barely move once we're settled in for the night. He'll get up multiple times to go to the bathroom - I've wondered if he has a prostate thing, but he says it's all the water he drinks on the Jenny program.
Bunnys - "I'd be depressed too" about the Jenny Craig food - touche! Just the smell of it when he's microwaving it makes me wanna hurl! He seems to like it though, lol
And he can NEVER get comfortable, at least not until he's really out like a log. That'll be about four hours in. So he's operating on incomplete sleep all the time.
I know he's suffering. I hate to see it. I'm trying not to concentrate exclusively on what he's doing to me. But yeah, we're both in hell right now.
One of the saddest things is how we don't nourish each other any more, when we're just together. We walk everywhere, and sometimes it's a fifty minute walk to get somewhere, and we'll just be walking silently. We can't think of anything to say to each other. He likes to hold hands, though. But I miss the days when we chattered non-stop. These days, though, my mind is always somewhere else - and I think his is, too.
Steve, good point about the emotional divorce idea. Yeah, I really think this has already happened, sadly. I don't think it would be impossible to come back from it. We love each other enough to make it work, if some other things could fall in place. The question is, do I want it to?
I've wondered if I'm just not the sort of person who should be married. If I can't take the good with the bad, maybe I don't deserve any of it. I'm kind of depressed, and always have been. I'm not a good person for someone who needs a sparkly partner, a person who "loves life" or whatever. I've never been that way. I really think he needs an injection of positivity, something wonderful and bright. He's too young to slide into old-man curmudgeonhood. It's just heartbreaking to see this.
Thanks again for the suggestions to find a good physician who can get to the bottom of the physical issues. Maybe it will all work out. I really appreciate your responses, guys!
Thanks for the congrats too!
