Talked to husband. He IS depressed/anxious/stressed. I was all like, "If I died I wouldn't want you to be a lonely old man! I wouldn't want that for you!" And I started crying, and he was all like, "Come here, don't cry!"

I couldn't help it. I love him so, SO much. I hate to see him so depressed and stressed out and at odds with himself and the world in general. I asked him if he wanted to see a therapist, and he said no because he feels awful afterwards when he lets his guard down for anyone but me. Right now he's sleeping and I'm wide awake which is really unfortunate because we're leaving for our trip early tomorrow morning and I still have to pack and everything. Hopefully a nice, family getaway will be good for Husband and he'll come home feeling a bit better.

I just feel so helpless. I don't know how to help him. He thinks I'm going to crash soon. I don't think so. I think I would have already.