I have depression, and don't have medicine for it yet. I'm on the waiting list to see a psychologist but they haven't called me for an appt. Tonight is one of my bad nights, I just want to curl up in a ball in the dark and cry till I fall asleep. I was texting my sister and she texted my husband to let him know that I needed him so I wouldn't be alone being this depressed and instead of coming to talk with me he is at a friend's house, whom he goes to every single night from the time he gets off work till 10p.m-2a.m playing cards knowing I'm home alone and upset. Yes im a big girl and don't need my husband to hold my hand every second, it just would've been nice to know that he cared a little enough to at least check on me. He tells me anytime I'm upset and don't tell him that if I would've told him he'd be there for me, but when I need him he's never there when I do tell him. I guess I'm just left to sit alone until he comes home, gotta love depression.