I am 50 years old,I grew up in a angry dysfunctional home where I was emotionally abused and physically abused and scapegoated by parents and siblings my behaviour was modified I believe to invite their abuse.At 17 I found my Father dead on the living room couch after suffering a coronary in the night,he'd been dead for 5 hours and was not a "Hollywood corpse",something changed me that day I became unable to feel strong positive emotions.This was during the recession of the 80 unemployment was a record levels and my town was the top in the country.I was stressed trapped lonely and neglected by my lost narcissistic mother who saw her job was over where I was concerned.This period was the forming of behaviours which have led it to be completely destroyed.After searching unsuccessfully for years for happiness.I crashed at 30 drinking heavily and in terrible relationships.I got myself together enough to get to university to study design.The course was disappointing and the stress of eviction and work while study made me depressed and anxious,my health stared to fail even though I went to the gym 3 ties a week.I was on a boys night out in Manchester and I met My now wife she was" all over me" and tried to take me to the toilets for sex(alarm bells should have rung)but I am needy and the attention was welcome.The relationship continued and she fell pregnant in my final year semester,her behaviour changed over night,It took years to figure out I had married a narcissist who found my frailties and sadistically exploited them I became increasingly unstable and after 15 years of narcissistic abuse had to fled the relationship to a refuge,this is where I am now,lonely ,desperate, penniless,and deeply messed up,I think about suicide all the time and have planned it out,I have no one person who cares apart from my children who cant and will not speak to me,because of the state I was in when I left they are angry and I believe my wife may have a new supply(man,if people don't know the M.O of a narc). I was going to buy the meant at which to end my life but there was a card from my counsellor who said she missed me and wants to see me.This made me cry just any compassion makes me cry, Im in so much pain,and the refuge workers are un professional and manipulative.It all points to the end for me cant at the minute see any way forward,just f*cking horrendous pain.