Like a paper cut my DF small actions hurt me kind of deep. I know that we have stayed at this hospital since the 21st and it is getting to us. And I know he wants to be home with our son and not have to worry about all this shit we have been dealing with. I just wish he would not let things get to him so much, I know I am not perfect, but who is?
So normally I always get up and make DF breakfast and coffee, but it is kind of weird to do it here. I come down from the CHSU (congenital heart surgery unit) to our courtesy room and make him the microwavable things and coffee. I did not really do that the past two day because I slept through 5am. I did though this morning and had his coffee already and asked him if I could make him something. He said no to me making him anything and he made a PB&J sandwich. Then grabbed a coke and I said "Well I have your coffee" and he rejected it and said "I am not really drinking coffee right now, you can drink it." He then asked me why I am down in the room in the first place. I said "I normally come here to assist you," and I do but maybe it went unnoticed.
I felt crushed for some reason, it might just be postpartum. I had hand washed my bra and was drying it with a hair dryer then let it set out to help him. I just walked into the bathroom and continued to dry my bra. He opened the door and said he was leaving, I wished him a good day. I did not kiss him, and he has not kissed me in 3 days almost. IDK what to say and IDK if I should be hurt over a stupid thing like coffee. How do you handle this depression? Can men go through it too?