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Dave stayed home sick from school today.

I get really frustrated when that happens, sometimes.  I really hate coming home at noon, having exercised, done homework, gone to class, gone grocery shopping, and finding Dave still asleep in bed.  Sometimes I get angry on the drive home, knowing what I will find.

And I shouldn't be angry at him for being sick.  I'm happy that he takes care of himself, and I want him to feel better.  But I feel like on occasion, he's not really sick, just depressed and really doesn't want to go to class, and so he gets worked up and starts feeling sick.  I don't know if that suspicion is driven by fear or anger or if it's true, but Dave thinks it might be true sometimes.

I think that when Dave stays home from class in bed, it makes me feel A) completely alone and B) afraid.  I'm afraid that his depression is getting bad, and I'm afraid that if he does miss class he'll do poorly in his classes and then his depression will spiral downwards.  And when he stays home in bed, I feel more alone than usual in my responsibilities.  I know sometimes he feels bad about playing video games during the day, but...

I am stopping this post in the middle.  It seems inconsequential now.