In the 7 or so years I've been dealing with DH's depression I've come to realize I don't know who I am anymore. If someone were to ask me what I like to do for fun, I wouldn't know how to answer. If someone asked me what my hobbies were, I can sincerely say I don't have any. Sometimes when its quiet my son is doing something on his own and DH is out or sleeping on the couch and I have absolutely nothing to do I find myself standing in the kitchen at a loss for what to do with myself. The only thing I know how to do is read. Its been my source of escape, but other than that. I don't know how to have fun for myself anymore. I don't recall what I used to enjoy when I was much younger. I think to myself, if we were to divorce, what would I ever do with myself when my son was with his father. I can't just sit around and read all weekend.