My husband who always called multiple times from work; was now not contacting me or replying to anything I sent him. My loving husband who couldn't wait to throw his arms around me & exhale the day; now never made eye contact. My husband who was sexually rampant; now never touched me.
Every year between October and December; my husband suffers a depressive episode. Usually we keep an eye on things, make sure his meds are working and we communicate really openly. We work as a team and support each other.
This year; all Hell broke loose. He plateaued on his meds. Isolated himself completely and spiraled into hopelessness. How do you lovingly combat a mental illness? Answer; I don't know. Everything I tried held no bearing.
My husband...well, not my husband, but his counter part who lies in wait & takes over when the depression kicks in. This man, who I do not recognize, is dissolving our marriage. Walking (running) away without a single effort or a slight glance behind at the life he is crushing.
My husband is the light of my life. My heart. My soul. My husband is my person. He is so caring & lovable. His smile squeezes my heart in all the right places. Now, I have to say goodbye.
You would think that saying goodbye to someone you don't recognize would be easy. That all the damage & pain...all the tears would compile a mountainous barrier to hold out the grief. It doesn't. Because in the depth of my own soul; I still feel the vibrations of his.
My husband...well, not my husband, but his counter part who lies in wait & takes over when the depression kicks in. This man, who I do not recognize, is dissolving our marriage. Walking (running) away without a single effort or a slight glance behind at the life he is crushing.
My husband is the light of my life. My heart. My soul. My husband is my person. He is so caring & lovable. His smile squeezes my heart in all the right places. Now, I have to say goodbye.
You would think that saying goodbye to someone you don't recognize would be easy. That all the damage & pain...all the tears would compile a mountainous barrier to hold out the grief. It doesn't. Because in the depth of my own soul; I still feel the vibrations of his.
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