Bad_Bad_LB
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Before the divorce my ex-wife had me go to her psychatrist because she believed that I was depressed. I'm not happy and haven't been for a long time, but I don't believe I'm depressed. I believe I have a realistic grasp of my situation, and although there are some positives, or at least situations that aren't extreme, I'm not at all happy with my situation. He didn't think I was depressed, he thought I had a realistic grasp of my situation.
So it's a rant, I'm hurting, I'm not happy, and I don't have much hope.
Am I depressed?
I don't think a "Happy Pill" from a psychatrist will help my situation, nor do I believe sitting around in a "pitty party" in group therapy will be beneficial either.
I had a good paying job, but it kept me from my family, my ex-wife who was my wife at the time spent the money faster than I could earn it, and to try to keep her happy I kept my nose to the grindstone. It didn't work, it made me miserable because for all the hard work I felt my wife didn't even like me. I tried so hard to please her, yet it seemed that everything I did only made her dislike me more.
I lost that job after 9/11 and was out of work for awhile, when I got what I felt was a job I had wanted for years, they were even going to pay for college. I got contacted by the IBEW for a Union Job, but I would take a pay cut and have to drive about an hour to Detroit everyday. She told me if I didn't quit my dream job and take the IBEW job she would divorce me.
Finances still in disarray, she bought a new-used car that we couldn't afford, when I didn't have the money to pay a debt she created, she told me she wanted a divorce (over the years she had told me she planned to divorce me about eight time.) I had no hope for our relationship as she seemed to care not a wit about any stress she put on me.
Now I have a low paying job (it's not miserably low paying) but with child support I can't afford my own place to live, can't even afford car repairs if my car dies. I'm 41 and forced to live with my parents, I only see my kids on Wednsday evenings and every other weekend.
I don't have money to go out, I'm not happy, I'm lonely.
I still don't think I'm depressed.
But I could be.
I hope ranting about it some helps me feel better.
I still have a job, I still have a place to live, I love my children, I still get to eat, my house wasn't destroyed in a natural disater, I have an internet connection.
I know you can't make someone happy, but I thought that I would do things that my ex-wife would appreciate, she would smile and know that I was doing for her everything I could. Apparently she was so selfish that she didn't care about me at all. I finally realized that there was no point in doing so much for her that I was suffering and taking an improportional amount of the burden that she kept heaping on my shoulders.
I think relationships require work to work, but both sides have to work for it, I feel very much she didn't care one iota about me. Now I'm so snakebit that I'm afraid that I'll react negatively to a woman, even if she's the least bit needy.
I don't want to wait till I'm 50 for the burdern from my relationship with my ex-wife to be lifted, I think I've paid to high a price for trying to be a honest, caring, loving, responsible person.
I'm not happy, but I don't think I'm depressed.
I feel like the only thing I have to look forward to is a terminal desease.
I don't think I'm depressed, I think I have a realistic grasp of my situation.
So it's a rant, I'm hurting, I'm not happy, and I don't have much hope.
Am I depressed?
I don't think a "Happy Pill" from a psychatrist will help my situation, nor do I believe sitting around in a "pitty party" in group therapy will be beneficial either.
I had a good paying job, but it kept me from my family, my ex-wife who was my wife at the time spent the money faster than I could earn it, and to try to keep her happy I kept my nose to the grindstone. It didn't work, it made me miserable because for all the hard work I felt my wife didn't even like me. I tried so hard to please her, yet it seemed that everything I did only made her dislike me more.
I lost that job after 9/11 and was out of work for awhile, when I got what I felt was a job I had wanted for years, they were even going to pay for college. I got contacted by the IBEW for a Union Job, but I would take a pay cut and have to drive about an hour to Detroit everyday. She told me if I didn't quit my dream job and take the IBEW job she would divorce me.
Finances still in disarray, she bought a new-used car that we couldn't afford, when I didn't have the money to pay a debt she created, she told me she wanted a divorce (over the years she had told me she planned to divorce me about eight time.) I had no hope for our relationship as she seemed to care not a wit about any stress she put on me.
Now I have a low paying job (it's not miserably low paying) but with child support I can't afford my own place to live, can't even afford car repairs if my car dies. I'm 41 and forced to live with my parents, I only see my kids on Wednsday evenings and every other weekend.
I don't have money to go out, I'm not happy, I'm lonely.
I still don't think I'm depressed.
But I could be.
I hope ranting about it some helps me feel better.
I still have a job, I still have a place to live, I love my children, I still get to eat, my house wasn't destroyed in a natural disater, I have an internet connection.
I know you can't make someone happy, but I thought that I would do things that my ex-wife would appreciate, she would smile and know that I was doing for her everything I could. Apparently she was so selfish that she didn't care about me at all. I finally realized that there was no point in doing so much for her that I was suffering and taking an improportional amount of the burden that she kept heaping on my shoulders.
I think relationships require work to work, but both sides have to work for it, I feel very much she didn't care one iota about me. Now I'm so snakebit that I'm afraid that I'll react negatively to a woman, even if she's the least bit needy.
I don't want to wait till I'm 50 for the burdern from my relationship with my ex-wife to be lifted, I think I've paid to high a price for trying to be a honest, caring, loving, responsible person.
I'm not happy, but I don't think I'm depressed.
I feel like the only thing I have to look forward to is a terminal desease.
I don't think I'm depressed, I think I have a realistic grasp of my situation.