The wife is depressed. It's one of those things. You think you're going to be terribly sympathetic and understanding when confronted with someone's supposed mental illness, but then there you are, calling someone's mental illness "supposed."
Being around a depressed person is a lot like being around a sad person, except a sad person still has to go to work and show up places where they said they'd be. For a depressed person, it's just too much to ask. They have to do exactly what they want to do at any given moment. This is the only way they can survive and fuck you for not understanding.
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