*frowning cuz I don't get it*

So--he tells me he thinks he's depressed.
Being the caring, inquisitive sort, I ask where that was coming from.
His job, his worries about money... he THINKS.
"And......?"

His job. His worries about money... he thinks.

Frankly, I can't quite figure out where this 'worry about money' comes from. 'xactly what money is he worried about?!
I asked if he was fearful because of MY uncertainty around 'my job vs. my mission'--if some of this was coming from my lack of clarity about what I was going to do with the position the worksite is trying to get me to take.

A bit.

In my world, it either is or it isn't.
There's no 'I'm a bit pregnant'.....you either are or you're not.
I can kinda be a bit 'black and white' in my thinking, huh?

So, he's 'depressed'.
Which equals to he didn't venture outside today--'cept to wash a part of the house.....the part of the house I was washing off which he took over doing. And only a 'part' got washed-- 'cuz the other part's going to wait. NOT that I couldn't finish it--'cept he didn't want me to and opting to do that after he'd already set in his mind how it needed to happen woulda been futile and would have resulted in him finishing what he wasn't wanting to finish simply out of a need to make sure *I* wasn't doing it. (I think it had to do with keeping me from climbing a ladder--he has this THING about me climbing a ladder.......weird but true.)
It also equates to him not saying a whole heck of a lot today--about anything. No pokes in good fun about anything.
Unusually quiet, I might add.
He's just not talking.

He did tell me he needed to stop feeling sorry for himself--near 8pm he popped off with that one outta the blue.

"Ya know......you can just be sad 'cuz you're sad--there's a grave difference between self pity and sadness".
*sigh*

I'm thinkin' I shoulda just hugged him instead.