He told me he is going to see a doctor for his depression. I told him I was very proud of him. He told me how alone he feels and how he has nothing. I told him that me and his daughter are his family and that we will always be there for him. He said he tried to get me to listen for a year and I didn't care about him. I fought the urge to say that wasn't true, that I did care, and instead validated my heart out. I told him I understood how alone he felt, and that I wanted him to find some peace and be able to breathe. He walked out of the room and then later texted me that he wanted me to know that there were several special memories he had with me that could never be replaced. It was a nice thing to say but it felt like a goodbye. I told him thank you for telling me that, and that I wanted to give him the time and space he needed. I think this is where I have changed because before I would have said, "why can't you focus on the good memories then!?" I really hope he can get some medication that will help him.


Me:30 H:31
D1
T: 7 years M: 3.5 years
BD: 12/2014
3 month S starts: 2/2015