I'm in the unusual position of being the one in the family to hold the shit together.  Normally, I can let my crazy shine, but DH is dealing with some heavy stuff right now and I know the last thing he needs it any extra to deal with from me.

DH is usually the calm person around here.  And what he's having to work through right now is seriously fucking with his personality.  I know what he's dealing with but there is not a thing I can do to help and I hate that.

Last night was pretty horrible here and today I'm wondering if he's really as okay as he says he is now or what.  I know and he knows that it's just going to take time for him to feel like his old self again but this is really fucking hard.