Hey I've got 49 years up this May plus a few years apprenticeship. I live with her diagnosed depression. Everyday is like walking on eggshells. And to add to the daily frustration, throw in onset of aging deafness (she hates and won't wear hearing aids). Sometimes it is just like a monty python skit.
But is all part of lifes ride which I enjoy and sometimes just have to sit back and roll with the blows.
I have been on the wagon now for two decades but I tell youse, there has been times when the devil's poison has tempted me. It's all 'her' fault
Alas painting is good for the soul.
Enjoy your life. We are all insignificant arseoles which nobody apart from family and a few friends gives a rats when we die. Example, you go to a funeral and everyone lines up and takes their Order of Service Brochure. Noice pics of the dearly parted.
Give it a week or two and where do the Order of Service brochures end up. Landfill via the local garbage service.
That's life.