I don't think I nag, but maybe I do...

I think that because of his upbringing (being yelled at all the time) and living at home until he and I moved in together (in his early 30's) he just expects to be yelled at all the time.

I was up until 4 a.m. (with Seroquel) so I am happy that I will see p-doc tomorrow. Overnight, I decided that I am going to stop asking him for anything, and at the same time not overcompensate for him. That is impossible anyway considering I can't even compensate for myself right now. Hopefully when there is dog pee all over the place and the bills don't get paid and we get into financial trouble (again) he will see how important my remiders are. It's passive aggressive, I know, but I have tried everything else and it isn't working. I have to let it go and let the chips fall where they may and work on my own recovery.

Last year when things were getting bad like this I had a mantra (an unhealthy one) that I think I need to go back to. It was, "You live your life and I will live mine." I have to go back to that with a new meaning. I used to use it to hurt myself and tell myself how horrible things were. Now I will assign a meaning along the lines of, "I can't control you so I won't try. I can only control myself."

Anyway, I will probably call my T when my youngest goes for a nap. Or maybe I will just get some sleep.