I wish....

I wish to make as many people as possible a little bit happier today than they would otherwise be. :)
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I wish my father was still here.

I wish events didn't happen and everyone could still be friends.

I wish I could be happy again.
 
I wish just once when people find out who my friends are they didn't suddenly go "ooohhhh" and get all googly eyed. :rolleyes:
 
I wish I could figure out when it's okay to ask a woman whether she's interested in playing with me (in a kink context).

An unintended consequence of recent events is that some are suggesting that the mere act of a man doing so might be some kind of violation to a woman in itself. I always ask politely, respectfully, leaving an easy escape route and accepting "no" immediately as an answer. I wish that more women would understand the art of turning me down in a way that reassures me that it was okay to ask. That means a lot to me.
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I wish my wife could deal with her depression.

I wish she could take control like she has before.

I wish it wasn't damaging the kids.

I wish I didn't have to hide my own unhappiness, being stoic is starting to become exhausting.
 
I wish my wife could deal with her depression.

I wish she could take control like she has before.

I wish it wasn't damaging the kids.

I wish I didn't have to hide my own unhappiness, being stoic is starting to become exhausting.

Im so sorry...depression is so unkind to all...

I wish you well...:rose:
 
I wish my wife could deal with her depression.

I wish she could take control like she has before.

I wish it wasn't damaging the kids.

I wish I didn't have to hide my own unhappiness, being stoic is starting to become exhausting.

*hugs*

It's always hard to be the pillar everyone leans on. Hang in there.

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Thanks, didn't post to "attention whore", just a safe place to vent.

Been together over a decade, it's been a recurrent theme. However, normally she's self aware, and ultimately gets help. However, this started as PND, and she's refusing all help, or to even admit that it's depression.

He mother doesn't help, excusing her behaviour, denying the problem exists, blaming me due to previous bad blood.


Either way, it sucks.


Depression is an utter cunt of an illness for all involved. Being the rock of the family is unrelenting and exhausting.


Not being allowed to show emotions myself, even more so. If I show any singn of fatigue or stress, I'm laced into, accused of being unsupportive etc.
 
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