So yesterday we had a talk at dinner. We started looking at why we behave the way we do and talking about how our childhoods have moulded us.
I started feeling a bit more of a connection and ended up pushing too hard and made it all about myself.
It didn't end well.
I went to bed really analysing myself and have realised that my depression is much deeper than I had originally thought. I'm not the man I used to be. I've become grumpy, angry and am blaming everyone but myself.
And then I realised how much she had been doing over the last few years to try and pull me out of it. I felt so guilty.
I spoke to her about it this morning. As honestly as I could. We both broke down crying, she held my hand (first sign off any form of affection in months).
She's still planning on leaving and I understand why. I've got a lot of work to do, starting with a GP appointment today (and I think I'm going to start surfing).
I'm emotionally drained, petrified of what's around the corner but feel like I'm starting to see the real issues now.