If I did not have my son to take care of, I think I would be long dead. Both of the women I cared about (my ex wife, who was also my son’s mother) and my next girlfriend have died (one in her 40s, one in her 30s).
It used to often be the three of us, attending my son’s sporting and school events, and now it is just me. I think about how the world has moved on and forgotten them almost completely and wonder what the point of anything is. I can no longer care about work, about current events, or really anything that happens.
Soon enough I will be dead, too, and only my son will mourn me for more than a couple of weeks, so what does it matter?
He needs me very much!otherwise I would probably just waste away and disappear.