Chili and Cornbread

Sometimes we can't do anything for a person especially when they have depression. One thing I can do is give them comfort food. Today I started a big pot of chili in my old cast iron dutch oven. My husband took notice and started to help me. I thought it was a good sign but it was just a glimmer. He went back upstairs to his computer. So I threw together homemade cornbread with jalapenos and Mexican cheese melted until nice and brown on top. I guess the smell of it brought him downstairs. Comfort food is good medicine but not a miracle. Right now I'm at a loss as to how to help. I am frustrated and yes a bit angry which I guess is a human response. I want to yell "Why the hell do you feel this way when you have so much in your life?" But that won't help and it might do more harm. Sometimes I wonder if my youngest son didn't choose to be a psychologist because of how dysfunctional his family is. We definitely do NOT put the FUN in dysfunctional. Between his "blood" family and his "step" family there are enough nuts in the family to start an orchard. So what do I do about it, not much. Long ago I was a flaming co-dependent but no more. I learned you can't change people, places or things and you certainly have no control over them.