I'm sorry if this seems like a moan, I just don't have any other outlet for my current feelings at the moment.
I moved to this city a couple of years ago straight from uni to be with my now husband. I absolutely hate living here and the only place I don't feel uncomfortable in is my house. I haven't made any friends and my family all live 3+ hours away/are busy with their own lives. I detest my job as well and have recently had to cut down my hours slightly for health reasons so we literally have no money to do anything in the evening. I work all kinds of shifts so we're not at home together much either. I have about £4000 combined debt not including student loan, and I feel horribly guilty buying anything. I self medicate by eating and I've gained about 4 stone in the last year which depresses me horribly. I'm now nervous to go to the gym in my own and I lack motivation. I literally do not speak to anyone outside of work or my husband for days on end. Some days I am terrified i am dying and convinced myself that a rash/pain etc is going to be fatal.
After I got married I thought I'd be happier, but eight or so months on, I'm feeling increasingly isolated. My husband spends hours every night playing computer games in a separate room and while there's nothing "wrong" I can put my finger on, I'm not particularly happy. I don't feel like I can call him out on anything anyway as he works more hours than me. I still earn more money than him but he doesn't lift a finger to help me with housework or cooking. Our sex life is a non event-it's infrequent and not very good. I want to start a family but nearly a year later nothing has happened and I'm wondering if anything ever will. This makes me more anxious and upset.
things have come to a head recently because our car is packing up and won't pass its next MOT. It sounds silly but it was my grandads car (he died about a year ago) and I feel both sad that is has to go and panicky because we need a car for visiting relatives/ for my husband to get to work etc and we absolutely do not have any money to get even an old banger. I feel like I'm going to have a mental breakdown any second with all these thoughts going round my head, financial worries and physical pain from my job. But I need to be the strong one because I can't possibly be suffering working 30 hours a week etc etc. I do all the bills and money stuff because my husband forgets/leaves it to me.
I've tried to talk to people about how im feeling. My husband says "well why dont you go and make friends then" which is stupid because WHERE and HOW if I'm afraid to leave the house. He then decides that I'm criticising him and gets in a strop and I give up. The doctor said "oh didn't I give you time off work before" and looks sceptical whenever I say how I feel. Once I had antidepressants but they made me feel awful and then not much different. My parents tell me to pull myself together.
I'm only 23 and I'm thinking about giving up on life already-it's so pathetic. I do genuinely love my husband but I'm close to tears every day. i just feel like a giant, socially awkward whale every minute of my life. And mI miss my family and my granddad so much.