I guess I was wrong, this is the last of the Psyche Ward sketches.

Anyway, I tried to end it on a high note, because the relationship was my high note. I had a lot of depression periods sure, but he was there to make it better. And maybe I couldn't appreciate it enough, assuming he'd always be there? I don't know. Maybe if I appreciated it more, he'd still be here. Because I wouldn't be stressing him out being suicidally depressed all the goddamn time. idk. He didn't handle stress well, and I'm positive that's what killed him. And it wasn't just the ol, worried his wife would end her life issue either. We lost our apartment. His dad has aggressive dementia. We had bedbugs all the time. We lost most of our shit 3 times. His job was impossibly bad to him. But he endured as much as he could... for me. And maybe I didn't appreciate that as much as I should... or find a way to ease his stress more somehow. But my god, he did what he "had to" because every decision he made was for the greater good of me and our marriage. Everything we did was all for us.

I'm not done. He died, but I'm still married to him. I have a cheap shitty locket, but I plan on getting a better quality one eventually. It's hard black plastic but I want a sturdy metal one.