I sought treatment for myself because I saw that, if I didn't, I'd eventually get to the point where the only way I'd be able to properly support my kids was to commit suicide. Not having the slightest wish to die, I was willing to do just about anything to avoid getting to that point. So I got some treatment and medications, saw some results, and gained a bit of confidence along the way and got easier to live with.

She eventually made her own changes... got out more, went to the gym, went on antidepressants, curbed her temper, and got a lot more enthusiastic in the bedroom. I don't know why; all I can get out of her is "I was tired of living that way". Maybe my own changes inspired her, but I can't say to what extent they did. Maybe it was just coincidence. I look at these boards and see how lucky I am though; an awful lot of people seem to think they can't get a life or do anything to secure their own happiness without dumping their spouses. Maybe it helps that I never discouraged her from going out and doing anything on her own, and in fact often advised her to do so; she resisted that idea for years while getting frustrated with me and the kids, but when she decided she had to do something for her own sanity, she didn't think that I would even dream of trying to stop her.


a fine and enviable madness, this delusion that all questions have answers, and nothing is beyond the reach of a strong left arm.