Called home before leaving work, saying I'm stopping by the store, do you want me to pick up anything...
W said she's down, that she misses me, started to cry a little - I just said, I'll be home soon.
So got home, had dinner - she said at some point, again, that I'm her best friend but she can't talk to me, can't interact with me... that she's depressed, can't get anything done, can't get out of bed in the morning. And she realizes it's her own doing -
I said, I'm right here... well, she moved on, we ate, now she's on the phone with a friend.
I don't understand.
Yes, I know people, be patient.
Maybe we'll talk later tonight after the kids go to bed, I don't know. If you've got 2x4s swing them now.
