I read through some of the other threads of wives/husbands dealing with this, and I am relieved to know I am not alone. I also now know I am not dealing with stuff as bad as most.
My husband does not have an honesty problem, and he is not cheating on me. He's not really intimate with me, but thats another story I guess.
We have been married for 8 years, and have a 6 year old daughter. When I dated him, he was taking meds for this. It was fine for many years.
When he is good, which is 80% of the time, it is a wonderful marriage. We have a lot in common and get along really well.
The other 20% of the time, I am convinced he hates me. His comments, his snide remarks, and his emotional coldness just kill me.
I have come to a point in my life where I have just realized that I tiptoe around him. My daughter knows the meaning of "daddy is grumpy, leave him alone" and that makes me sad. I try to make his life flow soothly, in hopes it avoids blow up (although for him it's less a blow up as an emotional ice freeze) but it doesn't help, (of course), but makes me a neurotic mess. I'm now at the point that if I can't get home before he comes home from work to "tweak" the house so something doesn't set him of (daughter's sock on floor, light left on...) I become frantic and paniced.
BUt I am tired of living quietly in case I "set him off". I am tired of making excuses to friends for WHY he didn't come to the dinner party. I am tired of seeing him be SO nice and helpful to everyone else, then a wicked monter to me the next minute. Living this way is just destroying everything happy and good in my life.
He is not physically abusive to either of us, but several kitchen chairs and coffee tables have been shattered in his rages. Although he HAS been better lately.
I cannot talk to him, as this is SURE to send him into an episode. He does not take meds anymore, for two reasons. He is worried he would lose him job if they found out, and he hates the disconnected feeling they give him. I WILL admit, the first time I saw him laugh was after he stopped taking them.
I am at the point where something has to change...I KNOW I cannot change him. But I HAVE to change my response to him, or else leave him, because his depression is bringing me down, and I am tired of it. I am a wonderful, happy person. While I do have depressed moments, I have started having days and weeks where I am sad because of his mood! I have even become depressed THINKING about him coming home from work.
Any help, support, ideas, or even just similar stories are appreciated. I'm not sure how to do this, or even what it is I need to do, but something has to change, my life has really become a prison to his illness.