I think I have/had depression. I have read through every articles about the symptoms of depression and it hit me right in the feels. It's pretty obvious, the way I treated Joe, that when he gets home from work or on weekends when he's home, I keep pointing fingers at almost everything he did or did not do, what's worse, I also throw tantrums for no reason at all. After one whole month when I finally took the guts to speak to him, only he realised I actually had a problem wtf. Anyway, we're now back to lovey dovey family of 3, cracking stupid jokes, laughing at Alyssa's funny faces and actions while watching shows together at night.