This just isn't going to end well

Well, I found a job. I've been looking for months. Because his new position doesn't pay nearly as much as his old one did, I'm forced to go to work. The only thing I could find was working nights from 4 to midnight. He thinks this is great. He thinks he's going to be able to handle taking care of the kids in the evenings. He thinks he's going to cook dinner. he thinks he's going to go to concerts, and practices and band performances. Yea, okay, so, after years of having absolutely no involvement in the children's lives, he's going to be Mr. Mom. The thing is, he's in a decent place at the moment. He's still in the honeymoon phase with his therapist. So he really believes that things are all better now and he's going to be just fine from now on. He thinks he's going to just start being an active member of this family and the past years will just melt away into the distance. And this is what we refer to as the station phase of life. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride people because we're going to go shooting through said station eventually. Like I've said before, I don't fall for that one anymore. It's kinda sad actually, he really believes it. I've also started to openly discuss with him his behaviors. I had to chuckle the other day. We went for a walk and we were talking about my new job and friends and such, actually holding hands. Which doesn't always happen anymore. I brought up the subject of him being with the kids. And the problems I think may come up and just talking about the PTSD in general. As soon as I starting talking about it, he dropped my hand. I gave it a few minutes and then asked didja notice as soon as I started talking about it, you dropped my hand? That subliminally, you are shying away from having to face this? That's one of the things I'm just kinda bumbling through. I don't know if I should be pointing things like that out, I don't know if it will hurt or help but I've always been a face things head on and deal with them kind of person. I figure he's not going to stop doing it if he's not aware that he does it. If I call him out on it every time, he'll realize how often he does it and have to face it. Of course, it could also be the catalyst that shoots us through the station again. You just never know what will set his brain off. I've started reading the books I bought. So far, it's nothing I haven't figured out myself. Living with a depressed person is depressing. Living with someone with PTSD is stressing. Although if I read the sentence "don't take it personally" one more time I'm going to scream. My husband is not capable of emotional attachment, he's moody, and difficult to live with. How in the name of little green apples am I NOT supposed to take that personally? But I shall keep reading and hoping that I can find some nuggets of wisdom in there to help me deal. It's been a long week, and it's only Wednesday. Our walk was good. But then, something happened that set off the warning bells in my head. And I checked to see if they were justified and sure enough, he'd done something that he knows is unacceptable to me and that he'd sworn he'd never do again. When I confronted him about it, I got the gee I'm sorry, it was juvenile and wrong and I shouldn't have done it. Which of course accomplished nothing because when a person is unable to feel emotions in a normal way, they truly don't understand why your so upset or how damaging the behavior is to their relationship. It's not unlike talking to a teenager. He saw his therapist yesterday and came home looking wrung out. It was a "hard" session apparently. His therapist suggested I go in and sit in on one of his sessions. Don't know if I want to really. While I'm learning to separate the man from the disease, at this point, it would be too much like listening to excuses for the behavior. And honestly, if the therapist tells me not to take it personally, I may have to hit him :-)