We talked to him. He cried and admitted to feeling... void. Life sucks. I don't know what I'm doing here.

Annnd... I've been there. It does suck. But we're getting frustrated, and we don't know how to help. Resentment is building up, and he has to feel it too, and that isn't helpful at all. We're plotting a trip to Spokane for the sole purpose of having some time alone, and we can't afford it, but we also can't afford not to do it.

It's just... I don't know. At least we have a therapy appointment tomorrow morning.