realitybites2022
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First, let me say I'm not looking for sympathy. I just need a place to express how I feel anonymously. I need someone in the world to know what I've written. I don't expect or need a response. I just need to get this out of my private thoughts.
I have a wife and children. I always dreamed of having a family. I've come to the conclusion that they, and people in general, don't care about me at all. They see me as a resource, someone who pays for what they need or drives them to where they need to go or gives them what they want. If I can't pay, or drive, or give, then I am of no use to them.
In the past I have gone to the hospital in an ambulance and they have gone on with their lives, didn't skip a beat, went to an event that very night while I took an Uber home from the hospital. There are other instances just like that.
My wife doesn't work and refuses to always stringing me along with new ideas or gimmicks that never lead to income. If she does make money she just keeps it. I'm expect to pay for everything, private school, college funding, retirement, trips, everything and then on top of that, give her money to spend and she has made it clear it's not enough.
My extended family knows of certain pain I have gone through in the past, heartbreaking pain, and never took the time to check in on me. During my darkest hours, they were not there, so I climbed out of the hole with a counselor and prayer.
I'm standing above ground today, taking on a new and exciting job, but knowing fully that my family isn't really interested in what I do. When I tell them about it, their eyes gloss over. They don't care. They only care about what I give them.
I've become stoic. I feel like a cog in a wheel, helping to produce, and then I will eventually just wear out, grow old, and die. Any everyone will be a bit happier because I gave them the greatest gift I could give them, my life insurance policy.
I have a wife and children. I always dreamed of having a family. I've come to the conclusion that they, and people in general, don't care about me at all. They see me as a resource, someone who pays for what they need or drives them to where they need to go or gives them what they want. If I can't pay, or drive, or give, then I am of no use to them.
In the past I have gone to the hospital in an ambulance and they have gone on with their lives, didn't skip a beat, went to an event that very night while I took an Uber home from the hospital. There are other instances just like that.
My wife doesn't work and refuses to always stringing me along with new ideas or gimmicks that never lead to income. If she does make money she just keeps it. I'm expect to pay for everything, private school, college funding, retirement, trips, everything and then on top of that, give her money to spend and she has made it clear it's not enough.
My extended family knows of certain pain I have gone through in the past, heartbreaking pain, and never took the time to check in on me. During my darkest hours, they were not there, so I climbed out of the hole with a counselor and prayer.
I'm standing above ground today, taking on a new and exciting job, but knowing fully that my family isn't really interested in what I do. When I tell them about it, their eyes gloss over. They don't care. They only care about what I give them.
I've become stoic. I feel like a cog in a wheel, helping to produce, and then I will eventually just wear out, grow old, and die. Any everyone will be a bit happier because I gave them the greatest gift I could give them, my life insurance policy.