This morning, I woke up and realized it’s over. There are no feelings except a sad hollowness. I did a stupid thing and put my whole life into another person and his life. I’m left with a family that doesn’t understand even a little of what I am, and his family pulling away from me because I’m just an ex. I poured myself into a life that has evaporated and I have nothing to show for it. I can’t find a job, I live with my ex-in-laws, and I f***** my whole life up. I’m almost thirty and unaccomplished everything I thought I wanted. This morning I realized I don’t really want to live. I’m always tired. That’s my life experience. I have wrinkles and hurt feelings, no marriage and no children, no livelihood and no love. I’m an empty husk. I am nothing. The time for the end is closer much faster than I thought it would be. Alright, so be it.