I retired almost a year ago and my wife and I split our time between the Northwest and the desert. I am miserable in my marriage. I don’t think she is happy either but I also don’t think she cares.
I’ve been married four years (together 6) and it’s the second marriage for us both (I’m 54, he’s 53).
My husband Jerry and I usually take two vacations together every year but suddenly he thinks we should vacation separately.
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I am a 33-year-old professional, never married, no kids. My hope is to get married and have a family someday but I’m not in a rush and that might be because I suffer from intermittent depression and sometimes it can be pretty awful. My childhood was not the best but I’ve been working with a therapist for the past 18 months and we are really making strides.
My problem is I met a man I like a lot a few months ago. He knows about my depression and has been supportive up until a few weeks ago when I told him my doctor and therapist were recommending I try an antidepressant to alleviate the onslaught of depression and maybe even stave it off.