My significant other has been on disability for the last several months after being out of work due to some physical issues in addition to mental health. When he first was out of work, he was very adamant about treatment and getting back on his feet. However, we recently moved which triggered admittedly anxiety for both of us. I had to foot the bill for all of the moving expenses and ended up having to put some of it on a credit card because of unexpected incidental expenses. But, that's how moves often go. I get it.

Now we've been settled for a little over a month and its clear our bills are going to be higher than we thought. I'm already stretched thin as it is, but its just kind of assumed I'll pay the extra because I'm working. This added stress is really taking a toll on my own mental health to the point the ideation returned, I've had to increase my meds and I've just scheduled to see a therapist in the new town. I've tried to share my concerns with my SO, but it stresses him out and he'll either get frenzied and say he's just going to get a job no matter how much it hurts him or conversely, he'll say he's worked so hard his whole life and he just needs to take time off. He sits at home most days and smokes, eats, and watches TV. I get he's got a lot going on. I truly do. But I'm starting to feel a bit of resentment. I don't know if I should just let it go for a little while longer. Before the move he was very on top of everything, had his treatment plan all outlined and was ready to begin and then this move came up (for my job) but its thrown him off his motivation.
What would you do? The treatment was supposed to last 9-12 months and in that time he was supposed to finish up his degree he's been working on and then get back to work. I hate feeling like I'm being pushy but now he's saying he's going to take at least the next 3 years before his medical review until he goes to work and a) supporting us for 3 years is really daunting and b) in 3 years I'll be closer to my 40's and we've kept off on starting a family up until this point because we wanted to be sure the time was right. And then, when we started trying--- this happened. But maybe having a family isn't in the cards? And that, more than anything, upsets me. Because up until now we'd had all our ducks in a row and suddenly our future is wiped out, as well as all of our savings. I feel like I've lost so much, but I am so grateful I still have him. I just hate feeling so alone in all of this. But I want to be there for him as much as I possibly can be. Do I just keep this inside? Do I tell him? My therapist will hopefully have some advice for me too.