My s/o has worsening mobility problems. I've been helping him a lot for a long time. I do his shopping and his laundry. I clean his house. I cook. Sometimes, I help him with bathing, if he feels weak.

All of this would not seem like that big of a deal, if we lived together. But we don't. We used to, but there was a good bit of turmoil in the relationship. He was just as happy as me when we got separate apartments some years ago. We were still s/o's and did a lot together. For a year now, his health has been falling apart. I have always been available to him when he needs any kind of help. It's getting to be where I'm afraid to leave him alone for more than a day. He can barely walk. He can barely get up out of a chair.

And it's not like he has a terminal illness and just a few months to live. There is no end in sight.

I don't feel all that appreciated. He gets irritated . . . . and so do I. This weekend, he is coming to stay with me. I need a break from spending every weekend at his house. If he doesn't act cooperative to try and make the weekend go smoothly, then I fear I'm going to explode.

I've been doing great managing my depression lately. For months, I've been the best I've been in years. Now I feel like I'm on a slippery slope about to slide down again.