I was so low this morning I called a crisis line. My depression is getting serious. I am considering impatient treatment. It has been such a horrible week. Cat died, lost a job offer, and absolutely no support from my DH. I am going to pursue getting FMLA or a reduced schedule at work.
Now I need (want) to decide about having him come get his stuff out of our house. He hasn't changed his mailing address either and frankly I have been tossing his mail in the garbage. These steps feel final, but I am so angry at him. I've also been gathering up anything of his I find around the house and stashing it all in one spare bedroom. And I threw out his toothbrush.
