J
just me here
It seems to me that unless I satisfy a need for someone, I get nothing coming my way in the relationship.
My wife thinks I am here to do the hard stuff and pay the bills (just fill the wood box, light the fire then go away please). She doesn't get it that although she works, I earn 3 to 1 what she does and only because of that can she keep the low paying job she has and still drive the vehicle and live in the house she does. No way she could even make the payments, let alone maintain or insure any of this.
Kids get a free ride on car insurance, health insurance, car maintenance and the use of our house for laundry and free food, any time they want it. The youngest is 7 years older than I was when I got my last bits of support from my own father, the oldest is working on his 11th year of support beyond what I got.
I throw weddings, spend generously at Christmas and birthdays, tolerate their friends and in laws, everything I am supposed to do as a father. But I get no joy from it.
If I am unhappy all the time and the only reason I do anything is for my family but my family gives me no joy anymore, what keeps me from spiraling to a place where I will feel un missed in any way but monetarily?
I always thought that as long as I kept my mind clear and objectively looked at suicide, all the drawbacks and suffering vs. the selfishness of just being done, I would never do it.
Now I am afraid to think about it because I am just tired of giving and giving and giving to these people and getting no joy from it. If I am just a paycheck, they can find a way to replace it. Social security and my retirement fund and maybe even my life insurance will more than replace me. There are lots of guys out there trying to make a living doing odd jobs, splitting wood and fixing cars and cleaning the clogged drains, I could be replaced by just dialing a few numbers and writing a check.
No more thanks dad, I love you. No more I did something nice for you today. No more thanks for fixing the car, can I buy dinner tonight?
I wake up in the morning, grab a towel and washcloth and shower for work, and come home to a house that's empty and alone and I often have no idea if I should wait for someone else to come home and make dinner or just turn around and go fend for myself at Burger King. I go to bed early so I can sleep enough to get up in the morning and grab another towel.
I had 5 days off at thanksgiving, but it was a stress fest from a medical situation (mine) and the lack of support while I dealt with it alone until I could get to my doctor on the following Monday.
Christmas was also a nice long weekend but my daughters boyfriend made an ass of himself here and pretty much stressed us all out, not just me.
The following weekend was new years and again, I wasn't even home from work yet and I was hit with some devastating news, caused by some bad choices made by my daughter and probably brought about by her jerk boyfriend.
today I woke up, cleaned the clogged drain, filled the wood box and lit the fire, and then got the text that said daughter has a car problem and I am her first call. Fine I will wait around till she gets here, and try to fix it on my Saturday night so she can drive it to work tomorrow.
But it is expected of me and I will get no pleasure or sense of meeting my obligations or any thanks or even an offer of payment for the parts, whatever they are. Just fix it and keep the insurance up to date. I maintain and insure 6 vehicles, give up day after day of my time, and suffer all the stresses they lay on me.
this morning I looked in the mirror and I see myself as a tired man, ready to be done with all of this. I can be replaced by a checking account, I am tired of being a checking account. I am starting to think in terms of "when" not "if", I see the end in my eyes, I feel it in my bones. They don't need me anymore, and I don't have anything left for myself.
Whats going to stop me if it isn't my family? how many more days do I get up and grab another towel and go earn some more money for the people that just don't care?
My wife thinks I am here to do the hard stuff and pay the bills (just fill the wood box, light the fire then go away please). She doesn't get it that although she works, I earn 3 to 1 what she does and only because of that can she keep the low paying job she has and still drive the vehicle and live in the house she does. No way she could even make the payments, let alone maintain or insure any of this.
Kids get a free ride on car insurance, health insurance, car maintenance and the use of our house for laundry and free food, any time they want it. The youngest is 7 years older than I was when I got my last bits of support from my own father, the oldest is working on his 11th year of support beyond what I got.
I throw weddings, spend generously at Christmas and birthdays, tolerate their friends and in laws, everything I am supposed to do as a father. But I get no joy from it.
If I am unhappy all the time and the only reason I do anything is for my family but my family gives me no joy anymore, what keeps me from spiraling to a place where I will feel un missed in any way but monetarily?
I always thought that as long as I kept my mind clear and objectively looked at suicide, all the drawbacks and suffering vs. the selfishness of just being done, I would never do it.
Now I am afraid to think about it because I am just tired of giving and giving and giving to these people and getting no joy from it. If I am just a paycheck, they can find a way to replace it. Social security and my retirement fund and maybe even my life insurance will more than replace me. There are lots of guys out there trying to make a living doing odd jobs, splitting wood and fixing cars and cleaning the clogged drains, I could be replaced by just dialing a few numbers and writing a check.
No more thanks dad, I love you. No more I did something nice for you today. No more thanks for fixing the car, can I buy dinner tonight?
I wake up in the morning, grab a towel and washcloth and shower for work, and come home to a house that's empty and alone and I often have no idea if I should wait for someone else to come home and make dinner or just turn around and go fend for myself at Burger King. I go to bed early so I can sleep enough to get up in the morning and grab another towel.
I had 5 days off at thanksgiving, but it was a stress fest from a medical situation (mine) and the lack of support while I dealt with it alone until I could get to my doctor on the following Monday.
Christmas was also a nice long weekend but my daughters boyfriend made an ass of himself here and pretty much stressed us all out, not just me.
The following weekend was new years and again, I wasn't even home from work yet and I was hit with some devastating news, caused by some bad choices made by my daughter and probably brought about by her jerk boyfriend.
today I woke up, cleaned the clogged drain, filled the wood box and lit the fire, and then got the text that said daughter has a car problem and I am her first call. Fine I will wait around till she gets here, and try to fix it on my Saturday night so she can drive it to work tomorrow.
But it is expected of me and I will get no pleasure or sense of meeting my obligations or any thanks or even an offer of payment for the parts, whatever they are. Just fix it and keep the insurance up to date. I maintain and insure 6 vehicles, give up day after day of my time, and suffer all the stresses they lay on me.
this morning I looked in the mirror and I see myself as a tired man, ready to be done with all of this. I can be replaced by a checking account, I am tired of being a checking account. I am starting to think in terms of "when" not "if", I see the end in my eyes, I feel it in my bones. They don't need me anymore, and I don't have anything left for myself.
Whats going to stop me if it isn't my family? how many more days do I get up and grab another towel and go earn some more money for the people that just don't care?