My husband of 10 years apparently has been telling his family about my depression and what I go through, even though I specifically asked him not to. This illness isn't new in our relationship.
I've had it since my teens and he was aware of it when we got married, although I wasn't being treated for it. The last few years, my depression has taken on a different form. Instead of getting angry, I shut down and hide out until it passes. It's tough, I get it and I understand his need to talk about it. But to tell his family, with whom I already have a tough relationship, is the ultimate betrayal. For one, these people know who I am and I don't want them knowing such personal things about me (my own family doesn't even know). Also, they can't be objective about it. He's talked about seeing a therapist to get some help with this for years and he hasn't done anything about it. If he needed an outlet, he could've gone to a therapist or got on a message board or support group or something. Anything but talk to his family about it. I asked him the other day if he's told his family about this and he said he hasn't. I asked him if he was being honest with me and he said he was. Come to find out he lied to me and blamed it on me because of how I "become." Now I don't know if I can trust him. The last thing I need right now is to have my best friend, the person closest to me in the world, lie to me. I can shrug off so many things because we're all human, but this is unforgivable in my opinion.
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