I was critical and impatient

I've been doing some soul searching. What did I do during our many years together that hurt my undiagnosed ADD partner?

We all know some very common things, and those I've done. I was critical of his priorities and questioned his performance. I dismissed most of his ideas.

Impatient by nature, I've made him feel he was always too slow. I've prompted action and decisiveness to no avail. I've shown irritation at his natural pace. 

Also I complained a lot. My life with him had few rewards. It was as if my worth in the world plummeted with his hidden depression and anxiety when our children were little. I couldn't understand why nothing I did helped, when formerly I had been quite resourceful and felt well liked. I then complained about being unhappy, feeling alone, feeling overwhelmed, feeling badly treated by other people. I complained about work most days and took work distress home, but didn't quit the line of work I was doing. 

His parents noticed something was wrong with us and decided it must be my fault. Then I refused to see them. This he couldn't accept, and it was a constant cause of conflict for years. 

When he was sick, I couldn't stand it. He had a way of slowing down even more, to the point of complete standstill, not communicating at all for days when he had a cold. I was angry with him for it, and I showed my impatience and anger when he was ill. 

Most days I tried to run a cheerful family and worked around his negligence. But some days I confronted him for never sharing his work schedule with me. For leaving all planning responsibility to me. And for all the other things he didn't do.

Add years and heavy resentment. Finally I felt he should acknowledge I was there at all, no matter how shut down I was. He was newly diagnosed needing encouragement and approval, and I was just spent. I was barely able to support us financially and keep house. I couldn't give him the emotional support he needed.

All in all, I understand I've undermined his confidence, punctured his hopes and dismissed him as an equal partner. I could have done better, by leaving long ago, even though I didn't know what our problem was. There really was no virtue in hanging on to the misery and spending us both.

With an early diagnosis, things might have been different. But to be honest, I probably wouldn't have started our family if I'd known about his neurodivergence. This I'm not proud of. I've loved him deeply. But nonetheless.

Considering all this, he has been very kind to me. There have been rage outbursts, but most of the time he's been very gentle, loving and kind.

I need to remember that, too.