You know, just thinking, there was a time when I had a nice house and the stbx earned enough for me to stay home with the kids and pursue my own (solitary) interests. (He was never happy when I got involved with other people) From the outside we looked happy...
What I'm trying to say is it may look like this person has it all, but, well, a lot of things cause depression, not least among them keeping up appearances.
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At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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