I am 44 years old and fighting depression again. It seems that I will do well for awhile and then bam here it is again. I am so tired of dealing with this. I have been left by yet another guy and of course we are still "friends." They always seem to find someone else or go back to an ex and I am left being the buddy that helped them through some drama. What I would love to know is when is it my turn to be happy and loved? I know that I am having a pity party for myself right now but between raising kids, work and school there never seems to be time for me. I really miss the guy that I was seeing for 7 months. He and I got along amazing, better than any other guy I've ever been with and I don't know why he doesn't see this. He is helping an ex through her own depression and has agreed to go to therapy with her. Very noble of him but when does my hurt matter? What really makes me mad is he knew that I had really been hurt before and I feel like he led me on because for the longest time I didn't even know he was still talking to her. I just want to lay in bed and sleep and not deal with anything. I can feel the depression coming over me like a blanket and I feel unable to stop it. Well, enough of my whining, what do you think?
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