I can certainly see how this would appear to on-lookers (as him being disinterested) and truly value the advice.

Later in the evening, he called me back - as if everything was perfect; even had an excitement to his voice. Naturally, I just chose to roll with it, and not bring up whatever weirdness had happened earlier. I again reiterated my decision to move back (just to make sure he knew I wasn't flip flopping) based on missing those closest to me, period; and that I was really excited about it. He seemed the same.

I asked how his meds were going and he opened up...alot. And, somehow, I did, too. I told him of how I'd been struggling with my own depression this week. He said that it was strange for him to hear me talk like that - to basically echo his feelings of doom sometimes. I even heard him sniffle a bit! Shortly after, the subject turned lighter, but it was with some sense of appreciation for each other. I think I've been so wrapped up in trying to be this stable, perfect person that it's begun to frustrate him - he can't relate - and me - I can't keep up with my own facade. Most people would never know (from meeting me) that I have a difficult time even wanting to wake up some days. I finally shared it with a man in my life - aside from a doctor - and it seems to have made things better.

I just hope it all stays good for a while...