He went this morning and had his meds adjusted for the anxiety and panic attacks, and we had a long conversation when he got home about my expectations and the need for him to do more without giving me lip service about how hard he's trying.
I do believe he's doing what he knows to do, but he's got terrible time management and like zero organizational skills. It's almost like the guy that emerged from the alcoholic cocoon has a teenager's life skills. The problem is that I'm a 30-something year old woman with a 30-year-old woman life and 30-year-old woman problems (and then some).