If anybody understands what I'm going through right now, I know it's you.
My H didn't call until after 6pm and it was from the other house where he sat smoking a cigar and listening to the radio. He didn't even tell me what time he was coming home, just said "I guess I'll see you later". Mind you, I'm supposed to figure out if and when I should make dinner.
Needless to say, I was feeling pretty crappy by the time he drove his sorry butt up the drive.
I did manage to hold tight to most of the points on my goal list, most of the time. No small feat here!
Shiney, I believe you are presently taking a med called "Celexa"? I think my H is overdue for some kind of medical intervention. He says he doesn't think he is clinically depressed, but I say, if he's not then he is doing a fine job impersonating someone who is.
Can one get a prescription for Celexa from their GP, or does this require going to a shrink? Getting my H to a psychiatrist has failed repeatedly.
