I've ended up in the hospital for suicide attempts before and I've had lots of other times I didn't go. I was prescribed a sedative but it doesn't work anymore. Soon I'll be trying my fourth anti-depressant. My husband doesn't care. He doesn't care if I'm laying in my bathtub bleeding, he just calls me pathetic and walks out. He says I should just grow up. He'll just change the subject when I try to talk about how I feel. He'll make farting noises or start singing some goofy made-up song. He doesn't care.