I have nothing but contempt for my wife, but I cannot afford a divorce and I would be ruined financially for the rest of my life. I hate myself for not having the balls to just end it and accept the consequences, but I’m afraid the situation it will put me in will make me so undesirable and unattractive that I’ll die alone. I have one child, but he hates his home life so much that he’s been planning to move to Australia since he was 10…and now he’s 18. I don’t blame him, and in fact, envy him…though I sure as hell can’t say that to him. So I’m resigned to treating every day like a step closer to death and not another day full of possibility and hope. I secretly resent almost everyone else I come in contact with, since even those with major obstacles and pain in their lives have *something* to care about, to look forward to, to focus their energy and hopes on. But I realize they are just “glass half full” types, whereas I am not a “glass half empty” type because MY glass is f****** empty; there ain’t no other way to see it.