My wife threatened me with not eating anymore. And she can do it too.
We were down to the last piece of bread. She's not going to the supermarket anymore, she said. Something that was one of my chores before my depression.
I wasn't dressed like to go out. It was raining. Good excuse to look trashy.
Never thought I could do it. Got a windbreaker and walked to her car. In the rain, mind you.
Started the car still thinking I couldn't do it. Drove away looking for an excuse. A flat tire.
Maybe even a skid. Nothing. I got to the supermarket still thinking of calling her. But no excuse. The supermarket was almost empty. With the rain and all.

Got down. Went in. Started picking up things. One thing leads to another.
After an hour and a half, she call me to know where I was. "I'm buying the groceries."
That felt good. Like a human being should feel. The rest is history. Supermarket history.