My baby is 11 weeks old. I have been dealing with ppd since week 2 or 3. I have also been dealing with cancer. Now I am dealing with my husband and what I should do.
I honestly think my anxiety and depression started during pregnancy. DH and I would have some pretty knock down drag out fights while I was pregnant, and we had never fought like that before. Then I had Elijah. The first couple of weeks were great, very tiring, but good nonetheless. Then the PPD hit me. I had been taking Zoloft as a precaution to combat against PPD and I kept forgetting to take it so I stopped. Everything went downhill the next few days. I became very resentful of DH, overwhelmed with my new mother status and angry at the fact that DH got to go to work and get breaks and was able to do what he wanted when he wanted. I got extremely irritable and sad. I cried a lot. DH and I started fighting even more. Finally I went to a therapist and started taking the Zoloft again, and going to a PPD group once a week. It's definitely helping, but as you know, there's no magic cure and my PPD is far from over.
I have a history of depression and anxiety, not to mention emotional abuse growing up and just a lot of messed up things have happened in my life. All that plus a cancer diagnosis is enough to send anyone over the deep end.
So anyway, the past few days DH and I have been at each other again. The problem is that I get into one of these moods, really irritable, depressed and anxious, and DH can't handle it. He doesn't know how, and he won't change his ways. Last night everything came to a head. I was washing dishes and DH started nitpicking things like the fact that I didn't put the clothes away after I took them out of the dryer, I told him sorry, something came up with Elijah and I just didn't have the time. Then he started telling me how to wash the dishes and he pushed the faucet so the water was coming out slow. I was already irritable so this just made it even worse. I told him that if he didn't like the way I was doing them then he could wash them. He continued being a jerk so I shut the water off and went into the room and locked the door so I could have some alone time. I sat down next to DS who was asleep on our bed.
A few minutes later DH didn't like the fact that I locked the door so he kicked it in, breaking it, and came over to me and screamed in my face to not lock the door. I started crying, DS woke up (and it took me the next 3 hours to get him to sleep). Things just escalated from there. I told him to please just leave me alone and he proceeded in antagonizing me by coming in the room every 2 minutes to put something away cause he was cleaning the house. I asked him to please just not come in the room and the fact that he was making it a point to come in was really getting to me. I seriously, seriously just needed to be alone. Finally it got to the point where I couldn't handle it anymore and I started yelling at him to leave me alone, I threw my phone at him, he in turn stomped on my phone 5 times smashing it. He unplugged the internet connection and house phone so I couldn't post anything online or call anyone because he doesn't trust me. He took the car keys from me so I couldn't go anywhere.
Then his mom came to visit today, even though I told him to tell her to not come this weekend. He didn't. I went to get coffee in the morning and because of the state that I am in I probably shouldn't have driven this morning. I was backing out of the driveway too close to our fence and I ended up breaking the side mirror off because it hit the fence. DH came running out and told me how fucked up I was. I left to get coffee. When I came home I sat in the driveway for a few minutes, crying. DH came out and looked at the mirror and then tried to open my door but it was locked. He knocked on the window and I ignored him, then he knocked on the window hard for 5 minutes straight. Finally after he went inside I went it, and we proceeded to fight in front of his mother. He was telling me how out of control I was and how messed up I was and how it's all my fault and he didn't do anything wrong.
She ended up leaving, thank god, but not until after she told DH that at Christmas I made her cry because I was rude and that she could tell I had no joy or love inside of me. Great. Wonderful. I was never rude to this woman, it was Christmas, I was pregnant and upset that I couldn't see any of my family. I didn't want to be there, in her house that smells like years of cigarette smoke, and her husband kept smoking INSIDE in front of my face, while pregnant.
Anyway, the fight continued. DH again cut off my internet access, then he took my computer at some point, took the car key, even took my son off the bed and said he was going to leave with him. He tells me that if I leave him he's going to get custody of DS and that I am crazy, that I am an unfit mother. When I am crying he tells me that I need to calm down because I am out of control. He tells me that he is going to have me committed.
Here is an email that he sent me this evening:
"When I was 4 and my brother a newborn, my mom still found time to clean the house and prepare meals. She calls that a zest for life and pride in your household. So, it is possible. Why is it so hard for you with just one child? Where is your zest for life? Why do you never greet me with happiness? Why do you not prepare meals for us? Why is there always complaining and anger towards me? Do you think I just sit around and do nothing all day at work? Do you think I want to be there? I just don't understand your lack of desire for life. Your lack of kindness and tenderness. Your pleasantness. It is really hard for me, and when I get upset it is unacceptable. I am allowed to get mad! Maybe kicking a door is extreme, but it is esentially harmless whereas your behavior is harmful. You throw things and scream in front of your son, yet you think I am the bad guy, I am the one causing all of this. That is totally irrational. I'm sorry, but it is not me, Jessica. Sure, I probably don't help, but I am not the one who is constantly unhappy and negative. I try to be positive but you just shoot me down. There is no love left in yoy and you love to use ppd as an excuse. Well, it is not an excuse. You have to take control. I dont even think you want to be happy sometimes. I really wish you would see the true dynamic here. I want Elijah to have happy loving parents who are interested in each other, but what he has is far from that. You just constantly play victim, like you are contstantly under attack. You take every small criticism and turn it into something else. Everything is me making you feel like a piece of shit. Maybe you just feel that way and are looking for someone to blame? And please, watch your mouth. It is really offensive. Saying the F word so much just shows who you really are and what is really inside you, hate and ugliness. Look inside and maybe we can start a positive change. I want Eli to have loving parents who are together and happy. You are setting him up for bad stuff when you so flippantly toss around words like divorce. And please, again I beg you, stop being so public with your emotions. Act like an adult and stop posting constant updates on your fragile emotional state. Seriously. It is not cool. Why do you want to showcase your problems to you 400 fb friends anyway? Do you really want them to know your business? Do you get some emotional relief from it? What the hell? Spare your friends andO OUR relatives the drama, you are not f'ing 14 years old. It is shaneful and immature. Ok? Take a deep breath. It is not the end of the world. You have to get a grip on this for your son's sake."
I am staying at a friends house tonight. I had posted on facebook that I needed somewhere to stay so now his whole family started calling him asking him what was going on. He sent me another couple of emails telling me how fucked up I am and the last one said not to come home and that he'd see me in court.
I just don't know what to do.
I honestly think my anxiety and depression started during pregnancy. DH and I would have some pretty knock down drag out fights while I was pregnant, and we had never fought like that before. Then I had Elijah. The first couple of weeks were great, very tiring, but good nonetheless. Then the PPD hit me. I had been taking Zoloft as a precaution to combat against PPD and I kept forgetting to take it so I stopped. Everything went downhill the next few days. I became very resentful of DH, overwhelmed with my new mother status and angry at the fact that DH got to go to work and get breaks and was able to do what he wanted when he wanted. I got extremely irritable and sad. I cried a lot. DH and I started fighting even more. Finally I went to a therapist and started taking the Zoloft again, and going to a PPD group once a week. It's definitely helping, but as you know, there's no magic cure and my PPD is far from over.
I have a history of depression and anxiety, not to mention emotional abuse growing up and just a lot of messed up things have happened in my life. All that plus a cancer diagnosis is enough to send anyone over the deep end.
So anyway, the past few days DH and I have been at each other again. The problem is that I get into one of these moods, really irritable, depressed and anxious, and DH can't handle it. He doesn't know how, and he won't change his ways. Last night everything came to a head. I was washing dishes and DH started nitpicking things like the fact that I didn't put the clothes away after I took them out of the dryer, I told him sorry, something came up with Elijah and I just didn't have the time. Then he started telling me how to wash the dishes and he pushed the faucet so the water was coming out slow. I was already irritable so this just made it even worse. I told him that if he didn't like the way I was doing them then he could wash them. He continued being a jerk so I shut the water off and went into the room and locked the door so I could have some alone time. I sat down next to DS who was asleep on our bed.
A few minutes later DH didn't like the fact that I locked the door so he kicked it in, breaking it, and came over to me and screamed in my face to not lock the door. I started crying, DS woke up (and it took me the next 3 hours to get him to sleep). Things just escalated from there. I told him to please just leave me alone and he proceeded in antagonizing me by coming in the room every 2 minutes to put something away cause he was cleaning the house. I asked him to please just not come in the room and the fact that he was making it a point to come in was really getting to me. I seriously, seriously just needed to be alone. Finally it got to the point where I couldn't handle it anymore and I started yelling at him to leave me alone, I threw my phone at him, he in turn stomped on my phone 5 times smashing it. He unplugged the internet connection and house phone so I couldn't post anything online or call anyone because he doesn't trust me. He took the car keys from me so I couldn't go anywhere.
Then his mom came to visit today, even though I told him to tell her to not come this weekend. He didn't. I went to get coffee in the morning and because of the state that I am in I probably shouldn't have driven this morning. I was backing out of the driveway too close to our fence and I ended up breaking the side mirror off because it hit the fence. DH came running out and told me how fucked up I was. I left to get coffee. When I came home I sat in the driveway for a few minutes, crying. DH came out and looked at the mirror and then tried to open my door but it was locked. He knocked on the window and I ignored him, then he knocked on the window hard for 5 minutes straight. Finally after he went inside I went it, and we proceeded to fight in front of his mother. He was telling me how out of control I was and how messed up I was and how it's all my fault and he didn't do anything wrong.
She ended up leaving, thank god, but not until after she told DH that at Christmas I made her cry because I was rude and that she could tell I had no joy or love inside of me. Great. Wonderful. I was never rude to this woman, it was Christmas, I was pregnant and upset that I couldn't see any of my family. I didn't want to be there, in her house that smells like years of cigarette smoke, and her husband kept smoking INSIDE in front of my face, while pregnant.
Anyway, the fight continued. DH again cut off my internet access, then he took my computer at some point, took the car key, even took my son off the bed and said he was going to leave with him. He tells me that if I leave him he's going to get custody of DS and that I am crazy, that I am an unfit mother. When I am crying he tells me that I need to calm down because I am out of control. He tells me that he is going to have me committed.
Here is an email that he sent me this evening:
"When I was 4 and my brother a newborn, my mom still found time to clean the house and prepare meals. She calls that a zest for life and pride in your household. So, it is possible. Why is it so hard for you with just one child? Where is your zest for life? Why do you never greet me with happiness? Why do you not prepare meals for us? Why is there always complaining and anger towards me? Do you think I just sit around and do nothing all day at work? Do you think I want to be there? I just don't understand your lack of desire for life. Your lack of kindness and tenderness. Your pleasantness. It is really hard for me, and when I get upset it is unacceptable. I am allowed to get mad! Maybe kicking a door is extreme, but it is esentially harmless whereas your behavior is harmful. You throw things and scream in front of your son, yet you think I am the bad guy, I am the one causing all of this. That is totally irrational. I'm sorry, but it is not me, Jessica. Sure, I probably don't help, but I am not the one who is constantly unhappy and negative. I try to be positive but you just shoot me down. There is no love left in yoy and you love to use ppd as an excuse. Well, it is not an excuse. You have to take control. I dont even think you want to be happy sometimes. I really wish you would see the true dynamic here. I want Elijah to have happy loving parents who are interested in each other, but what he has is far from that. You just constantly play victim, like you are contstantly under attack. You take every small criticism and turn it into something else. Everything is me making you feel like a piece of shit. Maybe you just feel that way and are looking for someone to blame? And please, watch your mouth. It is really offensive. Saying the F word so much just shows who you really are and what is really inside you, hate and ugliness. Look inside and maybe we can start a positive change. I want Eli to have loving parents who are together and happy. You are setting him up for bad stuff when you so flippantly toss around words like divorce. And please, again I beg you, stop being so public with your emotions. Act like an adult and stop posting constant updates on your fragile emotional state. Seriously. It is not cool. Why do you want to showcase your problems to you 400 fb friends anyway? Do you really want them to know your business? Do you get some emotional relief from it? What the hell? Spare your friends andO OUR relatives the drama, you are not f'ing 14 years old. It is shaneful and immature. Ok? Take a deep breath. It is not the end of the world. You have to get a grip on this for your son's sake."
I am staying at a friends house tonight. I had posted on facebook that I needed somewhere to stay so now his whole family started calling him asking him what was going on. He sent me another couple of emails telling me how fucked up I am and the last one said not to come home and that he'd see me in court.
I just don't know what to do.










