I dunno or remember if I've posted here before, so let's say I didn't.
Alright, several things have been bugging me for awhile, and when I say awhile I mean several years, let's go.
First off, I'm getting ready to be 37 in less than a month, I don't consider myself a failure, but I could've been better off.
My mom died a few months ago from complications from metastatic cancer, and since she transitioned I found myself not caring much about life as far as I'm concerned. My children and my ol'lady were close to her, me and my ol' lady been together almost 20 years so it was hard on them, and I am here for them, but I didn't feel a whole lot, and me and my mom were close, real close. But I she'd not one tear, at all, I felt weird about it, but overall I'm not even an emotional dude so I thought it was normal, not sure.
I remember that when I was in the hospice with her thinking " ah yes!, her room has wi-fi and the Knicks are playing, but they lost to Orlando, I held out hope, but then I realized hope is not a method. She passed 23 Feb 2014, three days after her 70th b- day. My sister and brother, not to mention my wife and my kids were tore up about it, I was to, but I wasn't crying or anything, because I had been with her the whole week as she was going "home", and I was at peace with her being at peace. I'm still not emotional about it, but it does suck. I feel bad because I shed no year, and even at the eulogy I spoke and tried to lighten the mood, cracked some jokes and told funny stories about her, real talk I'm scared that one day I will become a emotional wreck, but at the same time I feel resolute in my belief that life will not stop because she is gone, I don't know, I feel bad, I showed no emotion, thinking I'm heartless.
I'm married, been with the same women for almost 20 years, 20 years. I haven't cheated one time, not once, and there have been chances, but I love my wife, but sometimes I fell it's forced and I'm not getting 100%, and I've been wondering what it would be like to experience other women, like I find all kinds of different women attractive and I think about them way too much. Starting to feel like a creep because I love my wife, we've been through more than I could possibly have ever imagined, but I wonder about other women that I've interacted with.
My other fam, my dad is cool, my stepmom is cool, everyone else not my wife, daughter, and son, I could and sometimes wish I did have to put up with their existence. I have a older sister and a older brother, I am the youngest, but I consider them useless at times. I dunno, sometimes I don't even care about my own life and sometimes I get see it getting better, at least not for me. It's just a repeating cycle day in and day out that would continue without me.