Julian is under a lot of pressure right now. Well, we both are, but this is about him. And while I am still not sure he is a true believer in clinical depression, he has admitted that Gage seems blue. A little off. Not quite himself.

I pointed out to Julian that he himself is much the same, less the drop kicks and disrespectful behavior. So I’ve been coming out of a funk lately and been offering lots of good, wifely support. You’d be amazed at the amount of wifely support. Once recently, I patted him on the arm and said “Why don’t you go to bed, and I will unload the dishwasher.”

Below speaks to the need for clarification; and the trouble texting on the blackberry.

Early marital conversation during a morning while I was at the hospital for labs with Gage…

Julia: “I am very worried about you and I think you should talk to someone to work some things through. I understand why you feel like you do and if I can help I will.”

Julian: “Thanks. I probably need to come to terms with some things.”

Julia: “Like what?”

“Like if we should be married?”

(I’m thinking HAHAHAHA, we’re so funny, we can even joke around when things are THIS serious! We’re such a funny couple…he will get it! HAHAHAHA)

Julian: “Not sure. Just need to prioritize. Not sure if I can give you any clear answers.”

Julia: “Not sure if we should be married? Hummm, maybe it is time for marriage counseling.”

Julian: “No. This is not in question. Our marriage is pretty safe.”

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When I get back to the office, he comes in my office and closes the door. He says we’re fine, in fact, that is the only thing that is solid right now. “Then why did you say that? I ask, and he replies “Say what?”

When I show him the text on the blackberry, he says he didn’t scroll down and only saw “Like what?” and then he breaks out in hysterical laughter.

Glad I could cheer him up.