Anonymous wrote:This is OP - I feel like I am learning so much about myself reading your responses, thank you! I honestly thought I had myself figured out, but I keep reading and thinking "yep, I do this, and that". I never thought of myself as a take-charge person, but over the last few years at least, I do feel like I need to take on the responsibility, to make sure stuff gets done. I guess I have lost confidence that DH can handle things without being reminded 10 times. Some of this is his fault, some of it is mine for enabling it, and some of it is just in my head. He is a perfectly capable, smart and kind individual. I have often thought - the only other person I can fully trust is my mother, the older I get the more I appreciate her. I know that's nuts. I guess I am more like her than I ever imagined, even in my relationship with DH.
I do internalize a lot, and feel guilty about a lot. For example, DH really needed to take some shirts to the cleaners' for a meeting the next day. He couldn't do it because he leaves the house too early. I was supposed to do it, but in the upset over our fight, I forgot. Today I realized that he probably went to his meeting with a dirty shirt, and I feel awful. I can't even do this, what kind of wife am I? These are pretty common thoughts for me. I either feel like a bad wife, or a bad mother, or usually both.
The thought of PPD has occurred to me more than a few times. I went through a similar period after my first child was born, it coincided with going back to work, so I thought it was more stress than depression. I was able to pull myself out of it exactly with focusing on positive things, thoughts of gratitude etc. I am not succeeding this time though...
Post Partum Depression became chronic low grade depression for me. I am the one for whom Wellbutrin has made a big difference. I did not treat my post partum (which was bad, suicidal at times) and tried to work my way out of depression with small kids for too many years. Finally, I agreed to trying medication. Now I remember what I used to feel like and who I used to be. It has been life changing.
Anyway, this is already starting to feel way too self-indulgent of a post, thanks for reading, and offering advice. I truly found it very helpful and it has given me a lot to think about!
Anonymous wrote:Disagree with most of the posters.
You sound overwhelmed by "running the show" and are internalizing (mean, unhappy) an external problem (too much responsibility, inequitable division of labor). You seem concerned that you are resentful when you are washing the dishes and DH is on the sofa. But why wouldn't you be? You are going to tie yourself into knots if you pretend you are not resentful. Instead take action. DH sounds like a not unreasonable guy. So ask him what he'd like to take over since the responsibilty aspect seems most onerous for you. It's completely ridiculous that he can't, e.g., pay bills (presumably he did so before you met), and might be happy to do so now. Divide chores things up more equally. If you disagree on certain standards (i.e. you want perfection), then you outsource if you can afford, let it slide (my vote), or if your DH's objection is reasonable, you do it, and then and only then, it makes sense to let go of the anger.
Anonymous wrote:That is pretty much what my husband said to me last night... I wish I could say he was completely wrong, but I feel that way on the inside too...
My life revolves around taking care of my family - I work full time at a demanding job with a long commute, I handle most household matters, I am in charge of paying the bills and deciding what's for dinner...
And I am also not very patient, don't let things slide, and get resentful if my husband is sitting on the couch and I am doing dishes.
I want to move away from thinking about things with a 50/50 mindset. I want to be happy with my life, instead of always worrying about the next chore, the next bill, or how much weight I need to lose. Ever since my second child was born a year ago, I have felt lost, unsatisfied, and like nothing brings me joy anymore.
Please, give me some small things I can do to start turning things around and feel happy - I have a lot to be grateful for, I don't know why I am so pessimistic all the time.
Anonymous wrote:That is pretty much what my husband said to me last night... I wish I could say he was completely wrong, but I feel that way on the inside too...
My life revolves around taking care of my family - I work full time at a demanding job with a long commute, I handle most household matters, I am in charge of paying the bills and deciding what's for dinner...
And I am also not very patient, don't let things slide, and get resentful if my husband is sitting on the couch and I am doing dishes.
I want to move away from thinking about things with a 50/50 mindset. I want to be happy with my life, instead of always worrying about the next chore, the next bill, or how much weight I need to lose. Ever since my second child was born a year ago, I have felt lost, unsatisfied, and like nothing brings me joy anymore.
Please, give me some small things I can do to start turning things around and feel happy - I have a lot to be grateful for, I don't know why I am so pessimistic all the time.
Anonymous wrote:Get some bloodwork done. It might be something as simple as taking supplements. Certain vitamins can make a huge difference! If you are difficient, it might make a world of difference once you get it corrected.
GOOD LUCK!
Anonymous wrote:OP, you sound a lot like me about 10 years ago. Things got better as my kids got older, but the thing that helped me the most was (you guessed it) therapy. Ironically, I only started going because I decided to go back to school to become a therapist and needed to be in therapy for that. The experience was life changing, but I resisted it for many, many years. Not enough time, too much money, not wanting to "open the floodgates", not wanting to seem weak or self-indulgent -- these were all of my excuses. I wish I had gone to therapy sooner. It would have made me a much happier mom when my kids were small.