Okay, not really “ever,” but in the past 48 hours.
Her: *comes into my room* What’s wrong?
Me: Just feeling a little down (she knows I have depression).
Her: Nothing I can do about that *closes door behind her as she leaves*.
Hours later . . .
Her: Why are you looking so down?
Me: I just wish I didn’t constantly feel like this. Everything I do feel like I’m trying to move a mountain.
Her: What, are you gonna go kill yourself now?
Gonna be really fun when I take her out to lunch for her birthday next weekend. Her words: I can’t wait until my birthday. I hope my gift is you not talking back to me.
Me (in my mind): No, your gift was earrings, but if you’re gonna be such a bitch about everything, I can just return them.