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I don’t want to burden people I know with what is going through my mind.
27 years ago, I gave up my promising and growing career so I wouldn't lose my wife and 3 kids. When I was young on a family farm, I was molded by my father to become what he wanted me to be. I would have been most happy as a middle school science teacher.
After a few years in college and a super growth-oriented career in Kentucky, my wife and I were making over $55,000 a year together in 1997 at 32 years old in a growing genetics company. She wasn’t happy making easy customer service money, taking care of 3 kids while I traveled for work 30% of the time, and not making her dreams of training ponies come true. When I was offered a $60,000/yr position in Raleigh, NC with Smithfield foods as the national training advisor, she threatened to take the 3 kids and move back to our hometown so she could pursue her dreams. I tried to reason with her, but she was determined to get what she wanted. I gave up and gave in, which I will regret for the rest of my life. I tried to make it work with a livestock nutrition company. But within a year, they wanted me to move to the corporate office in Iowa. When I turned down the promotion, they eliminated my district and destroyed my ability to find new careers in similar fields without getting more education. My wife was neglecting the kids and the house to pursue her dreams and travel to pony shows around the country, so I settled to do more manual labor for good enough pay. I was worn out all the time but around when my kids needed a parent. As she grew her pony training business and travelled more, the farm was getting worn out fast. She would come home and blame anyone but herself for the failing structures and grounds.
One day, I was lying face down in bed after work, stretching out my sore muscles and trying to rest, when suddenly there was someone on my back hitting the back of my head. I reached behind me with my right arm and said ‘Stop’. From what I was told, my wife’s front four teeth got knocked out by the base of the palm of my right hand. By the time I got out of bed and to the front door of the house, her truck was already halfway down the driveway. There was no blood on the bed or the floor of the bedroom or anywhere else in the house. When I got to her parents’ house, they were astounded that I would have beat their daughter.
The stories got around very quickly that I was a wife beater. My kids would not talk to me. I was suddenly alone. Everyone I turned to either already heard the story and believed her or told me everything would be fine because no one would believe that about me. Within a few days, my wife had filed for divorce and had a new love of her life (a woman who all I heard about was that she had more money than she could ever spend).
My kids were already living their own lives. I had no close friends. My immediate family was not much help mentally. I had no complete answers. I never spoke to my ex-wife again, nor have I ever met the woman she is with now. My children put stipulations that we never discuss mom. So, to not be a burden to my kids, I just don’t communicate with them at all. I had sent them presents for a few years, but never received a thank you.
I couldn’t tell you what brings me ‘joy’ because I don’t think I could define it anymore. There really are no activities that bring contentment or cause me to want more, just tasks to be completed.
My tethers to this earth are wearing very thin.
What do you want? What do you wish could change about this situation?
find peace with who I really am and have adult time with my children
What do you have the power and ability to change?
nothing, if I can't hope, how can I inspire hope in others
Who can you ask for help, and what do you want them to do?
god, take me home
What about this situation are you not able to change?
the past and all of the hate that was dropped on me
What do you need to say or do so you can let go of what you can’t change?
disintegrate and let my soul find a better match
022025
I have never committed to owning a single blade of grass. My life is not my own anymore. So I never have to worry about missing anything or anyone ever again, I have found a way in my mind to disconnect from emotion. In doing so, I don't have to make decisions regarding living healthy, cleaning house thoroughly, feeling loss, or caring if I live at all.
When I decide to walk away from earth, it will be clear of any commitment. Most people won't miss me and those who do won't feel grief for very long.
My undoing will be giving up on my own health. Those who never gave me the chance to connect my life to a job or land will be considered wise because if I lost those things, it would kill me. Those who never reciprocated the commitment I had for them will never know and therefore never miss committing to me.
My excessive commitment to those in my path will be considered commendable and I will be loved for being so generous.
The good feeling I get when someone calls me for the answer is wonderful because I either have the answer or a clear path towards finding it. That being said, I also feel good when a motion sensor finds me in the dark. It let's me know that even when I'm all alone, I can still be found.
Taking away what kept me tethered to caring about my life gives me the perfect alibi for walking away.
For the past year, my rest has been interrupted an hour before I'm supposed to wake up with dreams of all my failures, children included, or missed opportunities.
what will i do when my mental cage door falls open? Most of my nearly 60 years have been spent doing what others wanted me to do. There were 7 years where I went from possibly great to almost set for life. Most of my tyrants were under control or out of the direct picture. The life I was living was headed toward spectacular and my wife and 3 babies just had to stay in their comfortable positions. My career encounters created a place where my mind/intuition was enlightened to a point where all possibilities were available. When my success began to look unstoppable, my wife destroyed everything. I tried to keep hope going, but the tyrant from childhood came back into the picture and downhill became my newly reclaimed way of life. I tried to keep my inspired mind alive but the shattered pieces are too scrambled to come across as coherent. I am now divorced and my 3 babies don't care if I'm alive or not. I take care of my sweet dementia filled mother and my tyrant father everyday and work 40 hours at a job. I know it sounds whiny but alone with a mind full of great ideas becomes very overwhelming and makes me think that disintegrating as soon as my cage door falls open is the best option.
I will keep trying to find the escape door and it will either be back to normal or away for good.
Too much racing through my mind after 4.5 hours of sleep.
Damn end of my life dream (walking onto interstate behind the store) and no one to talk to.
I woke up with what may be a realization that Dollar Tree doesn't have faith in me anymore after 9 months of not missing a day of work and doing more than expected over 90% of the time.
Dollar tree doesn't want to pay me the agreed $20/hour, I've never been a retail store manager, I have been learning on my own what I can, so last week I was demoted and signed a paper to receive $19.50/hour and was given a deadline of two months to learn everything on my own. I know all of the processes and am confident that as a manager, I would do well.
My training manager has been helpful to a point, but we can't work together during store operating hours (mainly due to his commitment to train other assistant store managers). All training has been rushed due to him already being there most of the day and having so much to do in the store. He leaves an unwritten list of things he would like to have done and is out the door.
Since my mother requires more attention for her health, I have been trying to get her into a care facility. I am the only person concerned enough to find the care she needs for the last 20 months. I have not been able to move her into a home because dad won't commit to the cost. So, I sacrificed my own well-being for her, despite him.
Dollar tree has now made my decision for me. I am getting her into a home so I don't lose my job.
It is for the best. She would have someone watching over her and making sure she gets what she physically and physiologically needs. I am the only person so far who makes decisions for her care based on her physical and physiological needs, feelings, emotions, and responses.
I know that having some sense of home is important to her. She has never been around a lot of people, and she appreciates familiar faces.
I have already made dad sacrifice his cows, so I had the strength to take care of mom and work 40 hours a week at a dollar store 45 minutes from my house. So, 5 days a week, I drive up to 10 hours and work 40 hours, as well as take care of mom 10 to 15 hours a week every day.
Now, I have to sacrifice my mom, so Dollar Tree can decide if they want me as a store manager. I worry that Dollar Tree has already made their decision and is preparing to get rid of me. With my age, health, mental state, lack of management experience, and physical challenges, I make the decision pretty easy. One little screw up or manager interpretation could end it all. I feel a target forming on my back.
I would like to have a steady, well paying position and be able to fully commit like I do to every job I've ever had.
If I was offered a store manager or assistant store manager position at a closer store, I would settle for less pay.
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