I don't understand my husband's thinking. So far lately he is spending 1-3 hours a day on the job hunt. Then napping for 2-4 hours. He claims to be keeping the kitchen clean but there are PILES of dishes. He has a screaming FIT about the cat box. He has big heavy plastic totes crammed with 3-4 loads of laundry each all lined up from the dryer on out of the laundry room. If we need something from the freezer we can only open it 12 inches, MAX. So the cat box is very hard to scoop because we cannot get to it. Neither jessie nor I can move the laundry. husband swears thank you can't do it. Any time husband does a load he does about 1/2 a load because it is "too hard" to get clothes into the dryer because of all the baskets in the way. I helped him map out a plan to take care of it. Did he? No. What do I need to do to make him realize that until that room is cleared out and kept cleared out the cats won't be able to get to their box and/or the box will be nasty and they will poop on the floor? It seems so clear to me. What is he thinking? How do I get through to him? Our money is going to run out soon. Jess and I NEED medical care. I am getting very very very scared. I do realize that there is depression, but HE won't talk to his doctor - "All that is is a racket to steal your money. You go to the doctor and then have to go pay for tests and then pay for medications and then it is just a waste because the medications don't work anyway." Direct quote. Word for word. He is on lexapro and won't even talk about a higher dose. Thanks for letting me vent, and for any ideas to help get through to him or help him see why things are not working.