I can see as well as anyone else that stbx is struggling these days, but man, I am just so not willing to hear, anymore, the endless cycle of "I have nothing/people treat me badly/here's my fantasy plan for fixing all that." He's been doing it a lot lately -- falling apart because he has no job, friends, home (the stress of apt hunting is too much for him lately; he's got a room in an apt building), small child to wake him in the morning (not actually true; he's over every Friday night and decided on his own to cut out Tuesday nights), and he just looks so bereft when he says these things. And this week, hearing him go on, it just sounds ill to me. He's been talking this way for years, except that when he was working, there was also "My bosses are horrible to me/my parents suck."
I told him tonight that I didn't want to be part of all that anymore, and that I didn't know why he was telling me these things if he wasn't looking for help or sympathy. I've done what I can to help him, and clearly I was in way over my head. I told him I don't know why these things don't change for him, and that I still probably don't understand the depression/anxiety stuff well, but that I can't be the person he takes these things to anymore. To his credit, he said he did thing this problem went far beyond me & him.
I also told him I was starting to feel queasy about his MSW/PhD talk (gah, tonight he was talking about doing "psychological first aid", in traumatized places, I guess), because it seems more & more like the fantasy talk he indulged in so often before, and which I used to buy. I told him I still don't see how this all works out. Which hit a sore spot, and he left. My stomach's glad I spoke up, though.
I told him tonight that I didn't want to be part of all that anymore, and that I didn't know why he was telling me these things if he wasn't looking for help or sympathy. I've done what I can to help him, and clearly I was in way over my head. I told him I don't know why these things don't change for him, and that I still probably don't understand the depression/anxiety stuff well, but that I can't be the person he takes these things to anymore. To his credit, he said he did thing this problem went far beyond me & him.
I also told him I was starting to feel queasy about his MSW/PhD talk (gah, tonight he was talking about doing "psychological first aid", in traumatized places, I guess), because it seems more & more like the fantasy talk he indulged in so often before, and which I used to buy. I told him I still don't see how this all works out. Which hit a sore spot, and he left. My stomach's glad I spoke up, though.