So I found a gastroenterologist for end of November. Me and H fought this morning, I knew it was coming. He's disappointed and I'm making him into a liar by not making good choices. This was because I waited him out to cook breakfast. IDK what to do. I'm failing at this whole normal thing. I can't stand fighting but I don't know how to stop. It's not like he doesn't win. How do you know when you're getting depressed and when it's just situational? I can't fight all summer.