My marriage is a happy one. I have everything a girl could dream about. My house is beautiful. My husband is perfect. Everyone would be jealous.

Lately, though my husband has been acting strangely. He is quiet when we are in the same room. He won't even look me in the eye. I have tried time and time again to cheer him up. Clearly, something is a matter.

Days pass and I began to worry more. What first started in depression from him turned to worry. His hands would shake. He would sit down and his leg would bounce. He didn't enjoy things like he used to.

I made him coffee this morning. I placed my hand on him with a smile. I was trying to give him the reassurance of knowing I am here no matter what he is going through.

Usually, he talks to me. I can give him security and delete his worries. Though, this past week his attitude went from depressed to anxious. Whatever it is it must be serious.

That night, he would not hold me as he used to. Beside me, he covered his eyes and cried. I looked at my husband and smiled. "Mikhael," I asked calmly and quietly, "What is wrong, my love?" Through tears, he looked at me and replied, "No matter how many times I kill you, you won't stay dead."