I expected post-retirement to be able to travel and see the country. He just wants to piddle around our house and land, spending a lot of time on his own hobby of raising hunting dogs.
He says “he made all the money” and, therefore, decides how we will spend it.
I’m miserable and depressed.
He has an opinion about everything – I can’t even remodel the house or rearrange the furniture. No, he doesn’t help with housework. I’m to the point I would rather live in a tent in the woods than stay here any longer.
I think about suicide a lot. I just don’t feel useful any more but I suffer from Socialized Anxiety and have difficulty joining groups.