I’m not a man, just a useful idiot and tool to be taken advantage of. Acording to the world, I’m a piece of human debris who can be balmed for every bad thing that happens, seeing that I am a Christian, Midwestern American white, middle-class, middle-aged married man. At this momement, I’m the only one supporting the family financially as my wife stayed at home mom when our son was little and decided she didnt want to return to work even though he’s older and in school. No matter how well I do, it never seems to be good enough for them. Meanwhile, she babies our son, who is a brat and will probably never grow up to be on his own, since his mama wouldn’t let him go. Me, well…no big loss if I’m gone. No one can honestly say they love me, because they won’t care if I were gone for good…except for the fact the gravy train would run dry. Then they would feel guilty about it. Yet, sometimes I wonder if it wouldn’t be better to put a bullet in my head as an f-off to them all.