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My ex was like my little brother when we first met, he was early 20's I was mid-20's. We were buddies for years, he was best friends with my ex-before-last (I know, Jerry Springerish.) Anyway, we became best friends cause he was around so much, and after my hubby split it just sorta devoloped into more.

We remained best friends for the first 8 or 9 years or so, but then things started changing. He'd always been moody at times, and he'd never talk about it, if I tried it would turn into an argument, so I learned to leave him alone when he was down like that. The down moods became more and more till it was constant, and I just couldn't deal with the misery. I am a happy person by nature, and living in constant negativity just about drove me crazy. He stopped working much at all, he had been self-employed, was a fantastic woodworker, but all he would do was odd jobs when he felt like it. He was depressed and drinking constantly. He wouldn't talk about it or do anything about it. He became a stranger to me.

I spent another 8 years watching him slide downhill, till I decided I wasn't going gown with him. It was really hard seeing someone I was once best friends with turn into a brooding basket case. But there was nothing I could do to help him, so I had to help myself. I left, and made a happy life for myself on my own. That was two and a half years ago.

He died the first of this year. He was 45 years old. Depression kills people. There is help for it if they aren't too proud to ask. I would give anything to have my best bud back, but that person died long before the body did.

Sweetie, that must have been so very hard for you.

My ex was like my little brother when we first met, he was early 20's I was mid-20's. We were buddies for years, he was best friends with my ex-before-last (I know, Jerry Springerish.) Anyway, we became best friends cause he was around so much, and after my hubby split it just sorta devoloped into more.

We remained best friends for the first 8 or 9 years or so, but then things started changing. He'd always been moody at times, and he'd never talk about it, if I tried it would turn into an argument, so I learned to leave him alone when he was down like that. The down moods became more and more till it was constant, and I just couldn't deal with the misery. I am a happy person by nature, and living in constant negativity just about drove me crazy. He stopped working much at all, he had been self-employed, was a fantastic woodworker, but all he would do was odd jobs when he felt like it. He was depressed and drinking constantly. He wouldn't talk about it or do anything about it. He became a stranger to me.

I spent another 8 years watching him slide downhill, till I decided I wasn't going gown with him. It was really hard seeing someone I was once best friends with turn into a brooding basket case. But there was nothing I could do to help him, so I had to help myself. I left, and made a happy life for myself on my own. That was two and a half years ago.

He died the first of this year. He was 45 years old. Depression kills people. There is help for it if they aren't too proud to ask. I would give anything to have my best bud back, but that person died long before the body did.