Yup, you guessed it, STILL HERE.
I chickened out. I bailed on bailing out.
Why do I keep giving life a chance?
I'm not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to live either, I just know that I do not want to.
So why didn't I go through with it? I wish I knew, I really do.
Maybe trying to exit around the holidays was a bad idea? Perhaps, I used to LOVE the holidays (and not only because Christmas is my birthday) but after this Christmas, I regretted the decision to stick around more than ever.
So, with that, I am back "on track." Let's see if the third time (or 4th, I've lost track) will be the charm.
So what's driven me back to wanting to exit this time?
- Still at the same job, which believe it or not has somewhat stabilized. It's not that bad, and I'm so busy and spend so much time doing IT and marketing that it keeps me busy and my boss seems to like what I do, even if she gets a bit much sometimes.
- Still losing weight, now down to 136 from a near all-time high of 260 or so in late 2018. I eat from time to time but do not have the appetite that I used to, and so much food disagrees with me I'm too scared to eat anyway.
- Health is starting to slip more and more. Asthma-like whatever I have is worse and worse and starting to notice blood in my pee too.
- Still with the same girlfriend, who I am stuck and trapped with owing to the same old same old: my credit is so shitty and my finances are such that I wouldn't get an apartment on my own. Car, phone, it's all in her name owing to the stupidity of my youth. This month is now four full years since we've been intimate in any way, shape or form. She has no interest, and when I bring it up and bring up how bad it makes me feel, I get the same exact story each time: "I'm sorry, I just have no interest. No, I don't know why. I can't explain it, I just don't want to do that anymore." I lost HALF MY FUCKING BODY WEIGHT and she still has no interest. She looks at me, shrugs, and goes back to reading her book or playing on her phone. That's what really gets to me. Knowing it bothers me and still no reaction out of her. We've slept in separate rooms for 2 years now, and nearly broke up this past Monday owing to a massive argument we had over the following:
- I was upset that she didn't even wish me a happy valentine's day, to say nothing about even one small card. She didn't care.
- She's so upset that I, on occasion, buy the odd movie or two on iTunes that she thinks I'm using her for her credit.
- I'm mean because I like things neat and get annoyed when she and her stepson (who is a good kid) makes a mess or forgets to put things away.
- She refuses to make any effort to even try and be intimate with me. By that I don't mean only sex: she won't even hold my hand, look at me, or kiss me.
- She spends most of the weekend out "running errands" that I am convinced is actually another man. She denies this, of course, but I've caught her in lies before, so I don't believe this. Such as she shares screenshots of our texts with her cousin that she is close with. Thank you echo show photo album for proving me right on that one.
So, here I am. After Monday's blow up, which ended in the same vow of "yes, I'll work on figuring out why I'm not interested in you" and right back to the same routine.
Monday night's argument killed me, pardon the pun. I feel old, ugly, fat (despite being the thinnest I've been in decades) and completely unwanted and useless.
Sure, I can break up with her and struggle. Sure I can do that, or find some roommates.
I'd rather, for real, make this the time I go where I want to go. To the beyond. To what lies beyond this world.
I'd rather go where my first 3 cats went when they crossed the rainbow bridge, wherever that might be.
I'd rather be out of my misery and with them.
Same plan, same closet door.
Final exit date: Friday, 3/4/21.
I shall plan, practice, rehearse, plan again, and then, when I have the place to myself.......I'll be on my way.
Until then, I shall use this forum as a way to talk to people who GET THIS.
Thanks for reading and bearing with my cowardice.
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