I made the leap and reached out to a mutual friend of ours. I am so concerned about him, I am overly concerned about him, I am scared for him and about him. What has happened to my husband? I feel so guilty! I USED to be the calming force against his anger, I USED to be the very person and space that his anger couldn't get around or through, I USED to be the very thing that when I stood in front of him, and he looked up at me, his anger COULDN'T stand a chance. But now? Now his anger side steps me, he doesn't make eye contact with me anymore, now his anger goes around and through me, now he brushes off my attempts to stop his anger like he does my childish jokes.
He's lost weight (38 pounds), he's only eating once a day, he's not really sleeping, and he's becoming distant from people he likes and cares about. He has two cousins who have reached out to him over the weekend, and he's yet to open their messages let alone respond to them. And then his anger with me is getting out of control. He's not yelling at me (but he's raising his voice at me, and he's becoming short with me) or anything like that, he's not verbal with me nor is he physical with me. I know my husband, I know he would never, ever, in a million years do anything to hurt me. But... (First of all, there shouldn't be a BUT, there has never been a BUT, we've been together for YEARS (14 and married for 4) but... It's never been this bad. He usually bounces back, a few days or sometimes a week but he usually bounces back. But he isn't, every day it seems like it's getting worse and worse.
People at his work are reaching out, asking if everything is "Ok at home?" He's stopped talking to people there too. People he used to have detailed conversations with, have all but stopped completely, unless it's about work. He hides away in the back of the shop until he's needed for something or someone. All his attention and conversations go towards the dogs he's working on, otherwise there's a long stretch of silence that lasts the entire day.
I feel like...he is drowning at sea, and I cannot save him. Is it because he won't let me? Is it because I am not capable? I don't know. I will keep fighting. I will keep trying. I love my husband, and I will not let his depression take him away from me. This is the worst it's ever been...but I know with the support of our friends, and his family members, we can beat this thing down and I can get my husband back. We made a vow on our wedding day...for better or for worse...and I'm right here fighting for you in the worst of it...
I love you.