At first I was anxious about my wife finding a means to force her way back home but recently she told her care team, with me present, that she knows she will never go home. Having been afraid she was going to come back I should have been grateful to hear this but all it did was make me sad. Now I really am going to be alone, again. My friends, pretty much all women and pretty much all people I've known for years and shared my problems with or listened to their problems, are sympathetic but there isn't anything they really can do that will rid me of the sadness I feel most of the time. I have interests, activities, mundane chores and daily needs I can tend to but none of them do more than just distract me for short periods of time before the depression comes roaring back into my life like a storm. The idea of being alone with only this as company is not pleasant.