I am incredibly depressed. I’m sitting here in my car in a park n’ ride while my wife and son sleep in their warm beds in my home. I feel like a loser. One of my best friends is dead. Died from suicide 10 months ago. Father died two years ago. 4 months before that, my uncle died. My aunt soon after that. I’ve had a lot of death. While I’ve reached out for people to respond, I’ve had many offers for help but I can’t tell them the truth. The silence would be deafening. I tried telling a therapist but they didn’t seem to want to give me much feedback and follow up impossible. I sit here in this car after a fake date from a woman I cuddled with once, turned into what I didn’t want and while I thought maybe she’d hear my soul, she laughs at my stories of heartache and torment at the most inappropriate times. I’m not home, after a long weekend vacation that was great. No, I’m not home because my wife cannot take care of my solace. She never asks, “Are you doing ok?” Even when I explicitly ask. No, she talks about it once and that’s it. She gets jealous of me planning my friends memorial with his widowed wife, our son’s Godmother whom my wife picked out. No, nothing’s good enough. If she wants me around, how come I feel so dejected at home? Why am I not home in bed with her? Because my best friend who came back from Sweden changed his plans to see me to do something else. I can’t afford a ticket to see him in Texas. He could totally get me one but I’m not begging. No, I’d rather pretend I’m happy and try to find something to do to forget my pain than stay home with my self pity. I miss everyone. I miss my dead friend. I miss my long distant friend. I miss my Uncle who I looked up to. I miss my Father who I adored and admired. I’m an incredibly sad and hurt human being. I’m not going to kill myself but I’m not sure how much I can take.
That’s enough pity for tonight. I’m going to end it all. My exploits I mean. I need to find happiness where I am. I cannot find it elsewhere. No one is going to hold more joy than the heartache I have and will bring on if I leave my family. It’s not possible to do. I love my son. I adore him. I have to live for him above all else. I don’t know why my friend couldn’t see that before he shot himself.
He had 4 kids. If I have just one and I’m scared for him then why didn’t his 4 do it even more for him to stay? Why didn’t all those profiteers see what they were doing? I hope they feel even half the pain I do in speeding up his demise. I’m so sick of this pain.