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After reading these long self-pitying epistles penned by a certain Anonymous (summary: he's not getting any and he's bummed that his wife, who once wore high heels and mini-skirts, now dresses in practical but frumpy clothes), it has struck me that there seems to be in all of his voluminous postings not one tiny shred of expression of love, or even concern, for the poor woman. If things with her are as bad as he describes, those sound like classic symptoms of depression -- either the more common kind that strikes overworked, overtired and overwhelmed mothers or the more serious, prolonged postpartum variety. From the evidence I've seen (a self-absorbed husband who seems to be saying he has buyer's remorse about his wife and child), I have to say I can't blame her for being depressed. And I wonder: Was Andrea Yates' husband this dense?
-- another mom
