Nothing has changed, we go back to the same pain and indecision, after the screaming, we start over. We wait, be patient, be supportive, go through the daily tasks and routines...knowing it will definitely blow up again sooner or later. My family are worried that I will go into depression myself... but no, I think I will take all of your advice. Look after myself, do things for me, look at the stars, keep smiling, blow up when I need to...I guess I need to accept that this may well be the life I'm dealt with. No one ever plan on these things when they are young and in love, but it happens to lots of pple, we just happen to be the ones that it happens to. Looks like we may make a change and move into a unit in the city from the suburbs. It will take us away from our current routines, I will have to find new work, but its closer to his work and so we are hoping that will have a positive impact on his well being. I have always liked the city and maybe this change is just what we need. I tell my family this is better than moving to England or Japan where we dont know anyone or even speak japanese. I'm new to this. My husband and i are only young, 24. We've been married for 2 and a half years and together for almost 5. A month ago my