None taken. I currently look at my living situation as just that: a place to live and keep my stuff. I work 60-70 hours per week, so I'm never home anyway, and... other aspects of our life together have... well... "ended". I'm essentially just paying rent and helping with a few utilities here, and I get the impression that I just wasn't the "fairytale" that she was looking for, but, both of us being in our 50s, there's no one else for her out there. After spending 15 years with the mother of my son, and being unceremoniously dumped for a much younger guy, my attitude towards relationships has gone pretty much MGTOW now. I sometimes wake up and hope that I get that word that she wants me to leave. Life would definitely be much cheaper that way, for sure. Until then, I'm just... done, and feel the indifference that goes with that. That keeps any sort of misery away, and I just selfishly do my own thing.

What has really made me give up is that, even after attempting to warn her about the dangers of the jab over and over again (with fucking receipts), that she's going to head off and get a second booster. I'm predicting that I'll most likely wake up next to a corpse in the near future. I don't wish that to happen, but people self-select their delusions.

None taken. I currently look at my living situation as just that: a place to live and keep my stuff. I work 60-70 hours per week, so I'm never home anyway, and... other aspects of our life together have... well... "ended". I'm essentially just paying rent and helping with a few utilities here, and I get the impression that I just wasn't the "fairytale" that she was looking for, but, both of us being in our 50s, there's no one else for her out there. After spending 15 years with the mother of my son, and being unceremoniously dumped for a much younger guy, my attitude towards relationships has gone pretty much MGTOW now. I sometimes wake up and hope that I get that word that she wants me to leave. Life would definitely be much cheaper that way, for sure. Until then, I'm just... done, and feel the indifference that goes with that.

What has really made me give up is that, even after attempting to warn her about the dangers of the jab over and over again (with fucking receipts), that she's going to head off and get a second booster. I'm predicting that I'll most likely wake up next to a corpse in the near future. I don't wish that to happen, but people self-select their delusions.