Ill keep it to short bullet-points.
- Im 32.
- Got married May 15th 2009. Had been together 2-3 years prior. Mid 2010 we start fighting quite a bit, ending with me moving out a week before Christmas because she fucked someone else.
- I lot of things led to that so while it was still a shit thing to do, after time I let it go, we stayed friends, and I saw why we got married in the first place.
- She spent the entire month of September at two mental health facilties. Diagnosed with general anxiety disorder, borderline personality disorder, and a few others.
- During that time, I had left my job of 5 years to take a "better job", a place that hasnt hired in almost a decade. Turns out, new hires come in with WAY less, and top out WAY less. Bummed, not nearly the trade I thought I was making, but it was done, it wasnt TERRIBLE, so on with the show.
- I get my first kidney stones. Since I didnt have insurance yet, gathered up almost $5000 dollars in doctors and hospital bills in doctor/hospital bills.
- Due to missing days in the first 90 at work (had to, it was working with large, dangerous machinary at an automotive transmission plant while it was well over 100 degrees in there, and every shift was 5pm to 5am), I was let go. With the meds and pain I was in, no fucking way I could have work. Too dangerous for everyone including myself, and I couldnt focus on TV or anything I was in so much pain. And I have a high threshold for physical pain. But they didnt care. So now unemployed.
- This past year, things have went really well, and we had taken a trip Charlotteville at the end of October. I paid for it to see her favorite band, as she has no money and was in the hospital when tix went on sale. Seeing this band is her favorite thing in the world, very literally. Get back, find out she's with some dude from her work.
- I share everything, open up, tell her we are still married (just never got around to it, we have been in no rush for no particular reason other than maybe laziness) she tells me she still loves me, needs time to think.
- Find out yesterday that the dude has moved in.
So now, Im 32, my wife who Im not with is fucking yet another dude, Im unemployed and despite some GREAT interviews, haven't had any luck finding a new one. Ive been living with my mother. All my friends have moved away and/or have families. And the two that haven't/don't, I just feel depressed hanging out with them. The thought of dating seems impossible. Literally. I dont like clubs or bars, online dating is a waste of time (girls think they're Angelina Jolie looking for Brad Pitt, and it works the other way around). I want a family, but even if all the cards fell perfectly, all the planets aligned, I would be looking at 35ish before I would be a father.
On the job front, every job thats worth anything, you need to know someone on the inside. And I dont know anyone that cant pull me in. I dont want to work at Wendy's at this stage of my life.
And when my wife and I split, I gained a LOT of weight. Ive spent the last month dieting and exercising, but now Im just in why bother mode. Hell, I love eating. Maybe thats it, eating myself to death. That way, everyone thinks "Well, he ate poorly, and died young" instead of some grimmer alternative.
I just... I FEEL done. Im not interested in what today, tomorrow, or the next day will bring, because it's never good and has been so long since Ive had a good day, I probably wouldn't even recognize it.