Things are better
Today was a good day. DH and I hashed out his issue and of course it was a (to me) small thing, not far from a misunderstanding that a simple question or two from him could have cleared right up. But, as I often remind myself, he is depressed and not in his right mind: he's paranoid, uncomfortable around people, immerses himself in TV on his computer where he can get all the channels, sometimes grumpy, and worst of all, jealous of imaginary people/events. He is STUCK and I can't pull him out alone. We are starting to talk about that, which is a good thing, because you can't change what you don't acknowledge (thank you Dr. Phil). I also have convinced him to start taking my Zoloft, and he is. Already, after a month, I notice a difference. Besides, my neuro prescribes 150 mg. daily for me and I can get by with 50 - especially if things are better with DH. So, what made today a good day you might ask? I got him to go out front and cut back the rhododendron that has been bl...