So DH's depression has reared its ugly head again and wrecked today's plans. My birthday.
I know I should suck it up, I've lived with it for a decade but it's the way it hides in the shadows and you think everything is going to be alright - not great but ok, and suddenly he gets this look in his eye, his shoulders sag and you just know you shouldn't have bothered planning where to go for lunch, and the lie in isn't going to happen because he doesn't have the power to get up and dressed and do today.
Then he sees my disappointment and he sags more. And now I've made him worse. And I'm tired. And I was looking forward to something nice. And I can rearrange but I didn't want to stamps puny foot
I know I'm being unreasonable. He tries god help him. But it still sucks.