It's Christmas Eve. Just about 8pm.I'm so angry that I can't cry even though I'm needing to cry.

I'd like to go in and talk to my husband but he's so mad that it wouldn't do any good to try to talk to him. This depression stinks. I don't even feel like celebrating the holidays

If I wasn't so depressed his life would be so much better (I'm sure that's what he's thinking).

So now I have to go to bed feeling like crap hoping that tomorrow won't be the disaster that tonight has been.

I have to say though that I'm relieved that there is a place that I can express these things, especially on Christmas Eve. I'd feel even worse if I had no place to share. Thanks for being there, PC.