“My advice, don’t marry her.” he told his son.
“I know depression. I have been there. All this talk of asking them to talk you, being compassionate, being present is bullshit. It’s a illness. A complex illness.”
The son sighed, “But i love her dad, deeply.”
The father shook his head, “She will make it very hard for you to love her, believe me.”
The son looked at the rain falling outside.
What kind of illness was this that made a person feel they did not deserve love?
At that moment he decided to beat her illness with his love.