I'm glad you all understand.
I do believe he is depressed. When I met him he was on medication but switched to another one because of sexual side-effects. I don't think the one he switched to ever really worked. And now he takes so many meds he's got to be compromised some way. Maybe he just can't see that it isn't working.
Yes, he's just like Eyore. It's like "how was your day?" I say great. He just sighs with his head hanging and his shoulders drooping.
Oh well. I guess I'll just keep working away at my own life. I don't know how much more I can take. I was hoping not to take the full-time job if possible, so I could work on my freelancing, but I'm thinking now I might need a way out soon, a back-up plan. Although, I think I might be ready to move to a new town if that happened. I've lived where I am all my life.
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