Beloved is in a miserable blue funk between constant headaches, boredom, loneliness and depression.
He has not felt well enough to get out of the house. He has not felt well enough to work on his car (the weather has been of no help on this).
The dog likes me better. (hey, I get her out of the house at least once per week).
I do well taking care of the bills and the house. And getting him to doctor appointments. I keep my walls up and muddle on.
Himself was asleep when I got home. I fixed myself dinner. He wondered why I didn't fix him a burger too. (he was asleep). I gave him my breakfast earlier in the week when he got up when I was about to eat.
Beloved is dealing with hurt feelings as well as loneliness and depression. I don't deal well with what I can't fix. I am really good about blocking misery out. Otherwise I would loose my temper and say things I really shouldn't.
I am fine. I wallow in books. I get out to work and run errands. I call friends. They call me. We do things for each other. And I block the blue cooties so I don't catch them very often.
I just don't know what I can do for him anymore. He is on medication and gets counseling.