I was a stay at home mom, Steve worked very hard as a machinist, a job he loved.
We moved to Michigan to live in the country.
We had some of the very best of family times there.
Playing outside,long walks, we had bon-fires almost every weekend..
Then something happened, I still to this day do not know what it was..
Steve up and quit his job, we moved in with his mom.
Things just went downhill from there.We had to move out of his moms.
He was sorta working when he could. He was very depressed,he never wanted to talk about anything except to say his past was haunting him.
Deeper and deeper he sank. I took him to some clinics and all they did was put him on anti depressants.He had mood swings from heck. He couldnt work, his hands shook so bad from the meds. I began working but I didnt bring home enough to take care of everything. I had finally got a second job. Steve stayed home with the boys. Still deeper he sunk, I just continued to work and be as supportive as I could. My stress levels were pretty high I must say.I just didnt understand how his past could affect him this way. I just didnt understand, try as I might.