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I carry the emotional baggage of growing up watching my dad beat my mom. I even leveled a shot gun on his chest once to defend her but was too much of a pussy to pull the trigger. I was 12. He's nearing death and I'm not sure I care. It has affected me my entire adult life and I think I should get therapy so I can better deal with it in my remaining life.

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Without going into too much detail (which are most excruciating), had some crap go down 3 years ago (all my fault) which hit me in 3 different ways, my mom died of cancer in the middle of it, I'm still recovering from all of it, I don't get to see my friends barely ever, the world and society is turning to shit, and I'm a lonely, crazy fuck trying to find a woman because I'm not getting younger and never had a meaningful relationship. And I'm in no position to have a dog, even though I want one. Every day is exactly the fucking same, has been for some time, and I simply don't know how long it's going to take to sort out all my shit, but things are getting better.

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Day 15 of Foley catheter.

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Bummer. My buddy had one that wouldn’t deflate. Had to pull it out. On the positive side, he can empty his bladder in just a few seconds now.

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Free advice.

Focus on betting yourself.  Not women.
Make more money, get promoted, go to the gym, learn a new language, pick up the guitar, take a 2nd job, volunteer at an old folks home.  Just work on you.

The women will come into YOUR life.  Not the other way around.

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They say misery loves company, let's comisserate.

I'll start -

My Blood pressure is out of control due to stress (170/105)

Messed up my left ACL for the past 3 weeks, each step hurts,

Can’t sleep,

Small business is struggling for the past year due to the horrendous economy, it’s bleeding my savings dry, so some drastic decisions will soon have to be made,

My thoracic spine area is locked tight which is causing my age-old broken clavicle and dislocated shoulders to flare up, more pain there,

There are more injuries that are acting up too, including that I open fractured a couple of fingers in my left hand just over a year ago and I can’t feel anything in them, except neuropathy, so I’m doing everything basically one and half handed,

My diabetic 89-year-old Mother, who is sliding into dementia, is a classic narcissist and constantly demands my attention, none of the siblings will help,

My wife is fed up with all the stress (we just went through a years long fiasco to settle her diagnosed schizoid sister and cerebral palsy inflicted niece into a secure living and financial situation – all the paperwork and arrangements handled by me as her family stood by and watched),

We just moved her 90-year-old Mother (a blessed lovely Saint of a woman – thank God), into a tiny house built on my wife’s Sister and BIL's Ranch,

My church is full bent on self-destruction, so much so, I can’t tolerate it any more,

I grew up in 5 different countries, I have no real friends and all my older family relations are all dead, so I have no one to talk to,

My wife is a wonderful woman but she getting tired of my stress levels and since I’m almost 60, I’m just now beginning to process some of the shite that went down in Ireland and Africa.

Did I mention my distress at my beloved adopted USA is being destroyed right before eyes?

It’s all so Shakespearean, but without a pithy turn of phrase.