Chapter 9 - Depression, Disappearance and Rekindling
Dave laid behind Leroy and snuggled up to him. "I love you, Leroy." He could feel Leroy tense, Dave knew Leroy was retreating, plain and simple. He could also tell Leroy was falling deeper and deeper into depression, anything Dave did to help pull him out just cause Leroy to fall in further. It didn't help that the holidays were coming up fast. "Leroy, please look at me." Leroy slowly turned over, Dave held Leroy's head so he could look him in the eyes. "Leroy, do you still love me?"
"Yes, Dave, I do, I just don't love myself right now. I'm so tired, Dave, I'm tired of just being here, day after day. I can't stand it anymore."
"Babe, once we can get a handle on the seizures then you will be able to do more. The doctors even told you this. Honey, just give it another month. You haven't had a seizure in a few weeks, and hopefully, this will all be behind us soon."
"I know, but I want my old life back, and I will never have it."
"Leroy?" Dave looked at him and held his face in my hands again. Dave wanted him to look at him. "Babe, will you do me a favor, please?"
"What is it, Dave?"
"Come with me to see a counselor, please. He works with couples, I believe we need some help too. This didn't just change you, Babe, it changed us. I love you, and I want to help you."
"Can I think about it?" Leroy asked.
"Yes."
That discussion happened earlier in the week, Dave was worried about Leroy. He never knew what he was going to come home to. Leroy was either angry, crying or sleeping, every once in a blue moon he would come home to HIS Leroy, the one he loved so much and missed.
One night Dave came in from work and found Leroy sleeping in one of the spare rooms, which shocked Dave to see him there. He didn't say anything, just climbed into bed and cuddled up next to him and Leroy woke up, "Hi, babe."
"I love you, Leroy."
"I know, Dave, I love you too."
"Why are you here, Leroy?"
"I just felt like lying down in this room, and then I thought about it." Leroy grinned a devilish smile. "We've not once in all our years in this house, fucked in this room."
"Oh no you don't." Dave laughed.
"What?"
"You try to fix everything with sex, Leroy. I love you, but I would like us to go see a counselor."
"Why? I'm fine, just a little off that's all."
"Leroy, you think you are a burden to me, as much as I keep telling you that you're not. You keep dropping deeper into depression. I love you, Hon. Please, we've been through too much for anything to come between us now. Please, will you come to see one with me?"
Leroy looked at Dave for a few minutes, he knew he needed help, but he didn't want to admit it. "I know, I have to find something to do Dave, I feel useless. Dave, it's killing me just sitting here day after day, losing time when I have a damn seizure, scaring the hell out of everyone that I love, including you. I see how you look at me when I come out of the fuzz of a seizure, Dave. I see the torment in your eyes. I hate it, I hate all of it. I want my life back. I wish I never had the tumor, I hate everything now." Leroy started crying, and Dave held him.
"It's okay, Babe, it's okay." Dave was trying to soothe Leroy. "Leroy, Honey, I'm always here, you can talk to me, share your feelings with me, I know you have been through a lot this year. Are you willing to go with me?"
"I'm not ready to open up to anyone, Dave, will you give me some time?"
"Yes, Leroy, I will."
Dave could see an improvement in Leroy, at least he hopes he saw an improvement. He came home one night from work, and Leroy was sitting in the living room waiting for him. "Hey, Babe, you're up and waiting for me?"
"I wanted to talk to you, Dave, please sit down." Dave sat down. The look in Leroy's eyes scared him. "Dave, I love you."
"And I love you, Leroy."
"Dave, I'm going to be straight to the point, I need to leave for a while. I need to work on myself, I need to find myself if you will. I'm miserable right now. I hate how I am towards you, towards my family and to myself. Please, will you let me go for a while?"
"Where will you go?"
"I don't know, just please let me."
Dave sat stunned for a few minutes, not thinking that Leroy would really leave, just thinking he needed some knowledge or something that he could. Hoping Leroy just felt trapped, and this was how he was dealing with it. "Okay, Leroy, I don't like it, but I love you, and I know you need to do this."