Well, my wife has still been calling my work supervisor, trying to convince him that I am a danger to my co-workers or somebody. Luckily, he's enough of a friend and I've kept him up to date on my situation.
But that, and work-related depression have been getting me down, today. For the first time in months, I've been fantasizing running away, google-mapping places like the Grand Canyon, Key West, and the Bahamas, to go to. Sounds great, huh? Except, what would I do afterwards? Those escapes are just one step away from suicide fantasies, for me.
And the things that have worked for me in the past, especially working on accepting that I can't change her problems, so far haven't helped. Granted, it might take time. But it feels like, if she's going to keep making her problems into my problems, what good does it do to accept them?