FGL
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Location: Irving, TX
I think I am going to just quit.
I think I might be a bit depressed.
Seriously thinking about chunking it all and lying on the railroad tracks.
Been there, thought about that...at the age of 38.....In 1983 I found out my X had never, ever been the saint I thought she was. My true blue friends hadn't been as true to me as I had been to them. All alone without a friend in the world, lifetime savings gone, half of what I owned went to her and I was left with all the debts....it hurt like HELL.....the darkest hours of my life.
Tired, tired, tired.... always tired....It was hard to do but I got up every morning and forced myself to put one foot in front of the other one. A few months passed and things brightened just a little....a year later and the hurt began to ease....2 years later and things were getting much better.....5 years later I had the world by the tail, doing great in every way .....and she regretted everything.
If your problem is something along these lines....Carrying on with life and being better off for it is the best revenge and healer of the pain.
Same here, except it happened to me at 41....
Back in 2001, after 22 years of marriage, I found out my ex spent the weekend in a hotel with a male co-worker. She just started this job barely 6 months prior, and decided to leave me and our 2 sons for this looser. In the meantime, I was a textbook manic-depressive, with my moods swinging from euphuric to depression in a matter of seconds, no "in between", just like a light switch, either on or off....
Work was something I did between eating and sleeping, and one day was just like the last one, just as shitty, just as dark....
About 3 months after the ex moved out, I met a woman with 3 sons whose life in the past year paralleled mine, her husband left her after 21 years of marriage....
January 2, 2003, we got married, and it's been the best 6 years of my life! Ex's boyfriend died in a car crash in June, 2003, and from what I heard after he died, she more or less went crazy and slept with anything that was male and could walk upright without dragging it's knuckles. Wife's ex started popping pain pills like Pez candy for a back problem, drinking heavily, and has since lost his job. Both our ex's have married and divorced since then, both are miserable, and both look like they are pushing 60, even though they are barely 50....
Some say that time heals all wounds, which is true.
But I like to say that time wounds all heels, and what goes around, comes around....
