It's one of those times when no matter what I say or do it's not right. Hubby is in such a fowl mood, he's now refusing to take his meds because yesterday I mentioned he should go easy on the Benydryl. He wants an agrument and I am not going to accommodate. Lately it's like we are strangers living in the same house. I tip toe around like I'm walking on egg shells but he still finds a reason to natter at me.
I have no control over the doctor's yet he won't start making calls to the government officials. He'd rather feel sorry for himself and take it out on me.
I laid awake most of the night thinking of what to do but everytime I suggest something he flies off the handle. I know he is suffering from depression but he won't even talk about it.
Yesterday I still believed in GOD, today I'm not so sure anymore.