After accidentally losing my anti-depression medication (long story), my new wife did not realize the danger I was in. Eventually I fell into a suicidal state and was hospitalized in the mental ward for a week. I get out and begin the arduous task of quitting drinking after 25 years of daily alcohol intake. Right now, I’m on day 14 of sobriety and my medications have not kicked in yet. Depressed and sober. Well my grouchy mood has pissed off my wife who will now not touch me and will barely talk to me. (Well, she said “You’re selfish,” and “I’m learning a lot about how you really are.”–ouch) On top of that I’m in the middle of a move that should have been completed in November but has dragged on with no end in sight (it’s a military move–she’s in the Army). Due to that, most of my meager possessions are 1,000 miles away. These include two of the best therapeutic things I own, my guitar and my exercise machine. Also my driver’s license is there so I can’t drive. I’ve been unemployed for months pending completion of the move (because once my stuff gets moved I’m overseeing an interior remodel and putting the house up for sale and I can’t start a job and then take 3 weeks off after my first week). So I sit in this apartment and have to rely on my wife for everything, which just pisses her off. I unwound a successful law practice to follow her, so I’m in this position for, and due to, her. But I just sit helpless, and that just pisses her off more.
I try to count my blessings, and I’m not all that miserable, (I know some people have it worse), but damn if it isn’t all hitting at once.