Oh, it could always be worse, but I have to vent.
My marriage isn’t quite dead but it’s at the Terry Schiavo stage. My wife last year went through a sort of midlife crisis/reversion to being a teenager thing and has pretty much sunk the entire works. If you go back long enough I’m sure I could have done X, Y and Z to add spice to the marriage or some damned thing, but she was the one who started having sex with other guys, engaging in self destructive behaviour, and just generally being a horrible person four days out of seven, a total reversal of eleven years of the way she’d acted before. I do have some self respect, so I’ve had enough of that. But when you’re 38 years old and have spent a life building a family and a career and security and are suddenly stuck living in a rented condo on a super thrifty budget and you’re shutting your kid back and forth, well, you sure don’t feel like you’re making a lot of progress.
I’m willing to move on but my carefully crafted online dating profiles are sunk, I would assume, by the fact that I have a kid, an instant klaxon horn run-away signal to most women. So that’s not working well.
My parents are getting older at a rate of a year every two months and now THEY’RE on the verge of splitting up, which frankly I would not have a problem with because they’ve hated each other for as long as I can remember but getting six phone calls a day of them complaining about each other to me is really, really getting on my nerves.
I’d talk to my friends about this but by the most bizarre of circumstances all of them are simultaneously in the late stages of their wives being pregnant and are struggling enough with that and their jobs as it is, or else their marriages are falling apart, too.
Oh, and because of all this I’m fighting off wild mood swings that reduce my productivity at work and that’s adding to my stress as well.
And my softball team is 6-17 and I’m hitting for shit so even that’s not as fun as it could be.
Like I said, it could be worse, but it’s all happening at once and I can say with total sincerity that I did not fucking deserve any of it. I am one of the most standup guys I know, a devoted husband and father - well, I was devoted on the husband bit but I’ve had enough - and a good friend and not THIS bad a ballplayer and everything’s going to shit anyway.
So, I had to complain. Carry on. And if you know any single ladies around 30-38 in the west GTA, I’m a hell of a catch.