The conversation went over very well about marriage. He made that shift super well. I am surprised. I forgot the obsessing about depression. Oops. It's been a new torrent of "I am struggling. In bed crying. God help us all." texts and if we talk, it's all about "this pain is too great. I am in bed crying."
He went back to the depression obsession, and I texted, out of curiosity, "Did your doctor and therapist give other options to find relief from the pain other than staying in bed all day?"
Radio silence for a bit. He's got the ability to set and keep boundaries. He can tell me talking about treatment is off the table.
Then the next day, it all happened again, so I repeated the question again. Same pattern. Only this time he explained the long list of treatment options he was refusing because he isn't that depressed. Riiiight. Ok dude. Do you read what you write?! (I didn't say that.)
Today he texted again, same things about wanting life to end and he is so depressed and now can't sleep and the depression itself means it's hopeless... so I replied, "I mean I hear ya. You are really dealing with a lot. I can't just watch you torture yourself anymore. If you want to talk, we gotta learn to shift to other subjects for a few weeks. Lunch? What did you have for lunch today?"
He had eaten nothing but got lunch and got out the door after that.
I think it's going to be a process for me to learn to keep this boundary down well, but I think I'm on my way to changing how I handle it. :)