My Father was the enthusiastic one. My Mom was/is always sick and unmotivated. The first to say no, or stay at home.
Depressed, in a word. I've gotten some of that from her. Tonight was a VERY typical night for us. I urged her to get out of the house & see fireworks. I drove her to Lexington a few nights ago, she stayed in the car. Last night, I went alone. Tonight , we went back and forth about where to go, what to do. And she talked about Tony. And how her first AC didn't work because the walls were so hot in her first ATTIC apartment.
Complaining and telling old stories. I stay quiet. She even talked about the huge waste of money that fireworks are and how she wants to be far away from the people.
I have nothing to say. And I am the only person to listen to her.
She can be happy, Joe made her laugh a lot. Which I can appreciate now. Humor, simple, unsophisticated and repetitive, but excellent for the heart. I can't seem to wipe this frown off my face.
Depression is awful. And manifests itself in a refusal to enjoy life, and in not holding out hope for the people you love. We are in the middle of a heat wave, so everyone's grumpy.
Most times, I have a better time by myself than being with someone.
We all need to be kind to each other & not take each other for granted.
