I turned 46 last Feb.
Things went sour in my life back in 2015 when my 19 year old nephew died of a fentanyl overdose. They found him in bed at home dead holding his crying baby boy.
It destroyed my older brother, who is a cop, and also changed and deeply affected my mom and dad.
Then in Feb 2018 my wife kicked me out of the house. My daughter was only 7 and was my entire life at the time. My time with her was immediately cut in half and that hurt bad.
Then in May of 2018 after mother's day my mom revealed she had stage 4 ovarian cancer.
I proceeded to watch her die over the course of 2 years while dealing with the loss of my own family.
My mom died in Dec of 2020 in her own bed in the family home. I literally watched her die and gasp her last breath in front of me.
Not a month later, my dad was diagnosed with colon rectal cancer. I supported him while he grieved and had to deal with cancer at the same time. He had surgery and they got it all but he has a cbag now which was another difficult experience.
All that time I had been throwing my money away on rent in a small apartment so at 43 I moved back home to help my Dad and save money. So now I sleep in my old basement bedroom underneath the very bed and room I watched my mom die in.
Things are ok now. Divorce has been finalized and my debt has been paid off. But I'm still without my own place or any real future to look forward to. Daughter is now 15 turning 16 soon so needs me even less now. But our relationship is great and I stil get her half time.
Thank God for my hobbies otherwise I don't know where I'd be. My physical health is also good. Less stamina but no issues that hinder my guitar playing or outdoor activities. Knock on wood.
Brother!!!
That's a lot!
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The worst thing that happened in my life (up to this point!) was separation/divorce. Not so much
because of the wife, but the kids. That half-time business sucked. Worse yet was the Ex wanting
me to take the kids extra time, and at her convenience, just so she could shag her new BF! That
she ended up marrying and is now divorced again from.
But yeah, we had just built a new house from the ground up in 2007, and knowing that some dipshit was
sleeping in my bed made me homicidal. And I am a pretty chill guy. I even called a friend in the
middle of the night once upon a time to talk me down. "Keep me from doing something really crazy!"
Anywho, this is not about me. Just wanted to share a note from the Other Side and say it just keeps getting
better and better. I wouldn't touch my Ex with a ten foot pole. And she is struggling with failed relationships
and her own children while I am not. There is some Redemption and Karma, but it takes some time.
Now 17 years later I have my own home, the kids are well and mostly thriving, and I am not homocidal.
But yeah, I hope I never have to relive those days.
Congrats to you for not sinking.
