That black dog is back again. I can feel its presence and sense its low growls filling my head, and all because I allow it. I let it come close because I know that it is part of me. That mutt has been with me since early high school.
I am 40 now and still on a low income job. Wife pestering me to get more money, my kids are relying on me to get them good education and support and every day i find it hard to support myself in this struggle.
The thought of eternal rest is always lingering and knowing that option is always there is somewhat comforting.
I am miserable and stuck in this place where I cannot just vanish and hurt those i love deeply. | |
"I have no wife, no kids, I'm 45, and I have no job I still lived with my parents who's 63 who still goes to work because I can't support them. "
Now... that's a sad/suck life.
So for that, you need to tell your wife to get a job, if your kids are legal to work, tell them to get jobs. Let them pay for their own education!
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