"I really don't want to talk about it," Shaun said in a voice that i could tell was full of hidden hurt.
"Is there anything i can do?"
"Shaun, hun, please, just work with me here. I'm depressed too, but i'm trying my damndest not to let it get to me, and i'm trying to help you."
"I'm sorry," was his only answer.
I sat there clutching the phone receiver in silence, wishing for words to come out of it, but none came. "Ok, bye," i said. I hung up the phone and then turned it off. I was tired of trying. How was i supposed to deal with his depression when i was still struggling with my own?
"That was the wrong thing to do," Ana pointed out.
I nodded and burst into tears.
"There, there, sweetie," Ana crooned and put her arms around me. "It'll all get better in time."
"If i hadn't let myself go and get so damn fat, he wouldn't be depressed," i managed between sobs. "It's my fault he's there, and now i can't even fix it."
"Shhhh..." she whispered. "You're gonna be skinny soon."
I clung to Ana like she was my last breath, and in reality, she was my last hope.