It's so strange how my wife has been so nice to me today. I think she feels relief she's leaving the constrains of being under one roof, and also that she finally got to get that load off her chest without facing negativity from me.
She IS feeling depressed about the move, though. She called me today from the supermarket to see what lunch we'd like, and she asked if someone would please say burgers, because she was that was her depression food. I asked why, and she replied that shopping for things for the new house is making her depressed.
I wish I could say: "All you have to do is drop those shopping bags and come back to my arms, baby."
