Hi, I am new here and I wanted to share how I got there any maybe people will see themselves in these lines and if it can help someone to relate, I am sure it can help me too.
I live in Switzerland. I am dangerously close to being 50. And I succeeded in everything I did for the major part of this life. It took a lot of work. And I am not ashamed of what I have accomplished, being the humble son of a car mechanic and a stay at home mom. I succeeded in studies, I had a good career, I am an executive now. I make decent pay, I have 2 wonderful kids… And in 2020, my life was shattered. I failed. You see, after 22 years with the love of my life, she declared one day, out of the blue, that she did not love me anymore. And that was the end of it. And there was nothing I could do to fix that. I was done, she moved to the next guy. And it was not me.
We all know here how to cope with substance on such emptiness and sense of obliteration. Everything we built. Gone. Every sacrifice. In vain. I was just discarded. Trashed, at 50.
It has been 4 years now. 4 years of nothing. Without projects, without future. The daily grind, the daily emptiness. Yes I have my kids every other weeks and I take care of them and I love them. And I do everything I am supposed to do for them. That’s something.
But that’s not enough. Every time I see them, I am reminded of my failure. I failed at keeping my family. I failed at staying meaningful to my beloved wife. I did not do anything wrong, I did my best, I am not guilty of anything but still, it was not good enough.
The grotesque part of it is that I am stuck. You see, I live in rural area. My kids go to school at 2 places, 15kms apart. We settled there because I wanted to fullfil my wife’s dream of living in the wonderful swiss Alps. But now, I can’t move. I can’t relocate without losing my kids. And God knows I am miserable in this place I chose for her.
After 4 years of not taking care of things, of abusing what I should not, I have decided to take a step and at least regain some control over this life. What’s left of it. It has been a week. It’s not much. But that’s something, right? I hope it is.
Take care of yourselves.