So my husband has always done the best he could to manage my depression along side me. He suffers from depression but doesn’t ever want to really talk about it. I don’t push him when he says he doesn’t want to talk so that I don’t create distance between us. 

Recently we have had to have these conversations about his random horrible moods that ruin whatever the day we are having is. He acknowledged that he could tell and agreed to do better. 

We work for the same manufacturing plant in different buildings. We each have a good friend at work. I’ve been telling him lately how I’ve been depressed and all I get from him is “I’m sorry babe” and distance. Little to no conversation. But on our ride home from work 
(We work the same shift), he is always talking about his work bestie. In his own words, he goes out of his way to make her laugh and smile when she is feeling down. He takes the blame for stuff or have whatever conversations with people to take away her anxiety. He goes all out emotionally for this girl but once he gets in the car and goes over his whole day, all he has left for me is silence. He barely pays attention when I am speaking.

I’m not jealous of Candace. I’m jealous of the energy he is willing to put in to help her whenever she is in need but all he has left to bring home is frustration, exhaustion, and negativity. 


I cannot deal with spending 70% of our time alone together feeling as if I did something wrong even though I know I gave him 150% of myself. When I try to talk to him about it, he says he understands and then it still happens over and over again.

I’m super depressed and he came home in a bad mood so now I’ve been in a bad mood. He won’t even speak to me even though he knows something is wrong.