I guess my story starts where everybody else's does. I grew up with absentee parents who were either extremely overbearing or extremely pushover-able when they were present. I was a shy, straight-A student all thru school, but then I started a terribly long bad decision-making process and ended up trying to make up for lost time in my late-twenties. After a stint in rehab for an addiction to pain killers after finding out my fiance was pregnant, I re-entered a community college in the hopes of turning my life around with the help of family and the absence of "friends" from my past. Things went great for the first couple of years, but then I relapsed and created a huge gaping hole in the relationship between myself and my wife, whom I had married in the meantime. Because of this, any semblance of trust has vanished from what we had, and we just stay together because I don't to leave my son with a woman that I don't feel can take care of him the way I feel he should be taken care of. There is no such thing as support, compassion, trust, contentment; anything good at all for that matter. I love my wife for what we used to have, but we are not in love at all anymore. There are so many other bad things that I really should include in this little narrative but just honestly don't have the will or energy to explain. Yeah, life fucking sucks, and it never gets any better. | |
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