Well, he finally talked civilly to me. He told me he was sorry for his harshness but he meant all that he said. He said I have to change. He needs me to take care of myself and take care of the house and that he feels I don't even try. He says he feels disrespected that I lay on the couch all day while he works his *** off. He says he works through enormous physical pain and that I have got to overcome my illness; I need to get up and do something and that is a major start. He said he has no plans of leaving me ever and that he said that in anger. He said he really thought that my therapist should have consulted him before making an appointment for an evaluation. It just puts pressure on everyone. He took it out on me (in a major way). He really is expecting change from me though. He says I use my illness as a crutch. I don't know. And, as far as his statement about making love, he just said there is absolutely no passion from me and it makes him feel unloved and undesired. However, between the antidepressant and the depression, I don't have a chance. Despite this, I rarely tell him no. I feel afraid. I could not function or live without him. We've been together for 12 years and married 10 and he is the love of my life.