I took S to the doctor, and he was diagnosed with depression. I suspected this was the case, but was hoping it wasn't. The doctor prescribed low-dose Prozac daily, along with counseling. We have a long road ahead of us, but I will do everything in my power to help him beat this. It just hurts my heart to see him like this. Now that H has(FINALLY)replaced his cell phone, he intends to call/text S every day. Hopefully, that will raise his spirits a little.
H has contacted me a couple of times over the past few days. We even had a fun text exchange on Halloween. He texted asking how Halloween was going, and I sent him a pic of S in his costume. He said he loved it, and I told him I couldn't believe that I actually sewed some of it (I am NOT a very craft-y person). We went back and forth on that - it was light and jokey and fun. He wants to come over tomorrow to spend the morning with us. The fact that he is willing to leave the kitchen in the hands of his staff, even just for a couple of hours, is a pretty big step for him.
