The Price of My Depression
Language: en
For five years, my husband gave up his dream of becoming a researcher for my sake, struggling with my depression. And today, his childhood sweetheart won the Nobel Prize. The woman on the TV screen was radiant and spirited, while Arthur had dark circles under his eyes and looked utterly haggard. To take care of me, since I could be suicidal at any moment, he could only do night-shift package sorting after I fell asleep. Even when he came back, he couldn't sleep well, terrified that I might do something drastic while he wasn't watching. The trophy on the TV was glittering gold. I knew…