So, in seven weeks, I'm getting married. My fiancé is amazing: one of those insufferably happy people who never stop talking and make you smile so much your face hurts. He's honest with me, listens to me, holds me when I cry, and doesn't let my depression drive a wedge between us. I've never seen him get angry, and he's always there to calm me out of a depressive rage. No matter what new things I confess about the thorny maze that is my mind, he assures me that it's okay, and he still loves me. We both feel like we can tell each other anything. I really couldn't ask for someone better.
Logically, I know he's far from perfect. We would have been dating years earlier except, due to addiction problems, he thought he wasn't good enough for me, and started distancing himself. He forgets things, like to tell me when he nearly goes to the ER. He does things on his own that I thought we were going to do together.
But his emotional damage is negligible, it seems. Sure, he didn't have a perfect childhood, but it seems he escaped unscathed, whereas an abusive family has left me with a score of issues I'm trying to resolve. I depend on him so much, but it feels like he doesn't need me for anything. I just make his life a little bit happier. And not feeling needed, no matter how much I feel wanted, is an issue that's caused depression to rear its ugly head multiple times.
Maybe I just need to try to get to know him better--find out more about how his mind works. Maybe that's the way it is, and I just need to accept it. Maybe he does need help, and neither one of us even realizes it.
If you have any thoughts or advice on this situation, please feel free to give them.
Thank you, and I hope you have an amazing day.