10 March 2015

My relationship with this ex was hard, not the least because we were both rather severely depressed at the time and the depression would come out in ways uncomplimentary to a relationship. I made him low glycemic index soup when he wanted cocaine and he was there, across the country, when I was freaking out in the early morning hours, having become psychotic. He wrote me on my birthday to share thoughts about babies, the one my sister is carrying and the one he hopes to make with his wife, despite his depression, and I had nothing but kind and encouraging words. This is different from you and me, I told him, she brings out the best in you and I always love to hear about it.

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