I'm a disabled mom of four with a fifth on the way. I have an autoimmune disorder and it knocks me off my feet most of the time. My husband has anxiety and has been out of work for two years now to stay home and take care of us. Problem is, his anxiety keeps him from actually doing much. The house is falling apart, the kids aren't well looked after, our finances are getting desperate, he goes to his friend's house literally every night using gas money we can't afford,but does it to work out with him to try and lose weight (he's concerningly obese) so I'm supposed to be ok with that, he can't bring himself to go to church which means I can't go, he can't stick with counseling because of panic attacks with going to therapy, and he doesn't routinely take his citalopram because it knocks him out. I feel so stuck because he does cook and provide supervision for the kids which are things I can't routinely do because of my health. I've tried limiting access to money to keep him from spending on gas we couldn't afford, threatened to kick him out of he didn't get treatment, threatened to leave if he didn't get treatment. Each time has brought 3 weeks of change. You could set your watch by it. I still love him. I still even like him most of the time. I just feel so neglected and trapped. I promised I'd stop threatening to kick him out when we fell pregnant with our last baby. I wish to high heaven I could think of some way to get him to help himself up out of a bad cycle of mental illness because right now I just really wish he wasn't him!