One of the things I told my MD about when I saw him on Tuesday was about the depression. I'd known for a while that the 20 mg of Celexa wasn't cutting it. He upped it to 30 mg. It's not working yet! Ok, so it's only been two days...

Hubby has calmed down since I told him he could leave anytime he wanted to but he's distant and disturbs me with his loud TV, loud radio and not much help at all. If I manage to get him to do something for me, he half-asses it. There's no inclination on my part to say any more to him about it.

Tuesday, when we came home from the doctor, one of the neighbors across the street walked over and told us that the Ugly Neighbor's dog had gotten his neck wound around one of the blind cords and she'd called the cops. Animal Control came over but she wouldn't stick her hand through the window to pull the dog out. I guess there's a legal proceedure to follow. Animal Control called the cops. They came over and talked to me because I was blatantly sitting on my front deck to see it all play out. I told the cops that the Ugly Neighbor's place had been spookily quiet for about a week, but that I had heard $hitForBrains talk on Monday morning. Soon the Fire Dept. showed up and so did an ambulance because despite people calling for "him" and knocking on doors and windows, there was no answer. The Fire Dept. opened the door, took the dog out, who was dead by this time, and searched the house. No Ugly Neighbor!

Practically the whole neighborhood was out front waiting to see what happened. When the Fire Capt. came out and announced that there wasn't anyone inside, there was a groan rise up from the crowd. We were all hoping to see the Ugly Neighbor getting dragged out in a body bag. That's how UGLY he is!

Yesterday, I heard his woman saying "I hold you completely responsible" but that was all. This morning I heard someone hosing off a wall and no one does that but "him." I asked hubby to take an innocent stroll out front to see if it was "him." It was! The idiot talks to Jerry and Jerry answers back in a FRIENDLY MANNER! What the heck is wrong with him?? We just filed a Restraining Order on him but obviously "he" hasn't been served yet.

Anyway... just knowing that "he" is still alive and still living across the street from me has me depressed, not to mention that hubby's presence hasn't been good. In so many ways, I can't wait for him to resume his vacation to Canada.

Then I found a piece of paper with the old email address of a gal that used to be our friend. I think I mentioned her before. When we were friends, she respected the fact that Jerry and I were married, but I had the distinct impression that she has/had round heels. Jerry tried to get in touch with her before he left, and he's tried it again... despite the fact that he knows how I feel about it. Before he left I told him that I was in no way going to help him find that gal! GGGRRRRRR Now ask me why I care. I couldn't tell you!

Like I said in a thread in Relationships... WHAT'S THE USE?!?! (No, I'm not suicidal, just FED UP!)

C'mon Celexa!!