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When I'm depressed I compare it to being in the most dense fog imaginable waiting for a little sun to penetrate it. Nothing saps my energy more than being depressed. A chore just to get out of bed, take a shower, and cook food. And I just want to play like a child to escape. Out comes my boxes of Lego until the sun appears.
One must always bear in mind the potential for violence. How many stories have we read in the past year of a husband shooting his wife and whole family? Blessed are the deluded who think: Oh, my husband? Never!
He would never do something like that, I've lived with this man for X number of years and I know him like the back of my hand!
We can live with someone for 20,30, 40 years and there's always going to be a part of him you'll never know.
Who knows, what is going on in that mind of his, having lost his job. One day you might end up pushing the wrong button.
I would treat this situation as a delicate situation.