claire #9

[GoatGal]

At least if you're gonna drink the Kool-Aid, spike it with some Vodka, will ya?

Might as well enjoy it...

For what it's worth, I spent some time reading up on Chump Lady the other day, and guess what?

After about 15 minutes I decided I was the biggest chump ever.

Since I don't really believe this, I elected to stop reading.

Just like when I start to feel old, fat, and ugly, I know it's time to stop perusing the pages of Vogue...

I know it's hard to believe, but your sitch is not that long. Yet.

I honestly believe my H is suffering from some sort of depression and that he has, on and off, dealt with it, but not as severely.

Looking back it's pretty clear. Not to him, but to me.

I keep drawing the parallel between his behavior and that of my parents when they were in a clinical depression. It's so similar.

That's why I can't abandon him yet. There is something wrong, and I know it's not our terrible marriage.

If it can't be fixed, then I don't want to take on this role for the rest of my life, but it's too soon to know one way or the other.

Just food for thought.