I also told him that we were having such a good time that I really didn't realize what time it was. I don't know if he cared to hear that, but it's the truth.
It seems that the lateness bothered him, so I guess he must care a bit. Earlier this summer he was pushing me to go out. He would often say that I should be looking around for someone who would treat me better. And when I came home he would usually ask if I had met someone new yet? What???? Just a sample of the craziness that came from him.
I, like you was excited when I started reading about depression. But my H, like yours will not go and talk to anyone or agree to take meds. At least 2 of his brothers that I know of are on AD's but he won't consider it. I guess, one step and one day at a time.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
