Life is not worth living
Ok, first of all, I hate sharing, but I am a mess right now. I am in my late 40's and unemployed. I also have an incurable form of cancer. Actually I have had cancer 3 times in the past 16 years and it has sucked, surgery, chemo, radiation, all of it. However, through all of it I was blessed with the love of my life, a better woman a man could not have asked for as a partner.
Then, one day a month ago, I came home and found a dozen boxes and a forwarding address in my living room. The note said she could no longer take the grind of my dying, that she had found "the love of her life", some egocentric douchebag, from H.S. on Facebook and was gone. Nice eh?
Anyhow, I have been ruined since then. I have no purpose, no energy, no reason to live, in spite of it all I still love her. Of course she professes the same thing but you don't leave a guy after 22 years without a word to commit adultery and still love him.
My friends and therapist say I have to stop wallowing. I have to get on with life. I need to find a job, etc. Well thank you Captain Obvious! My point is, what is the sense of doing all of this if I see no purpose to living anymore?
I will never be with another woman, I met the woman for me and it is over.
So now what, I die alone in a hospital bed in another 10-20 years? God no! Please let it be 10-20 days.
Anyhow, that is my sad ass story. I was looking at this site and it is all so much happy, crappy nonsense it makes me want to puke. How can you be happy when your life blows? Yes, I am Eyore!
WTF?! What is the sense of anything anymore?