Well, I had it out with dh (Eeyore) today. I landed the job I wanted, but he still hasn't gotten a position he's happy with yet. My parents are taking us to dinner to celebrate, and he starts guilting me and whining about how he doesn't have a reason to celebrate and blah, blah, blah. I went the fuck off. He has no right to make me feel like shit just because he does. Last year, I was literally ready to put my head in the oven. I was the most depressed and suicidal that I've ever been, but I sure as hell didn't try to bring him, or anyone else, down with me. I don't ever want to make anyone feel the way I felt, and I'm not going to allow him to steal my happiness anymore. He apologized profusely, but I'm not sold. It'll happen again, I'm sure. I gave him a month to get help for his depression. If not, I'm out.