I'm so depressed. . . . Eating decently, hygiene, . . . . out the window.
Sleep on the couch at really weird times even though pdoc told me I absolutely have to sleep with the cpap or I could have a stroke.

I can't find a way around my stuff piled up in the computer room or living room. Lots of work I need to do for Monday and sleep / not sleeping is in the way of that.
As long as I ignore everything and I mean everything, I am fine and hubby is nice to me.

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He's always been like this but we lived 40 mins away from each other until around the last hurricane 5 yrs ago. We often spoke about renting / buying two apts next door to each other so that we could each keep our own space. It sounded ridiculous to others (like my parents).
My tdoc diagnosed him from my talk about him over the years. I've brought him to sessions for my stuff three or four times.
I'm not exactly sure if it is ocd -- maybe a huge anxiety problem.

There is no way in heck that I am going to counseling with him.

M.