I've told a few people I want to die, and their response is something like "Awww, no you don't."
In reality, no, It's not time yet. My wife is on chemo. She needs me. But I see no future for myself, and I really do want to die after she's gone. But sometimes it's hard to resist the temptation to get it over with now. My wife could live the rest of her days with her family, where she would be happy.
Lately I've sustained myself with the thought that after she's gone there will at least be women who will want me for my money. Even in my best fantasies I can only expect to pay for companionship.
I don't want to be a middle-aged crippled guy who can't get a date!
A year ago my life was perfect.
Fucking cancer!
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