My parents are coming up, we have a nice weekend planned. Then my wife is leaving.
I have decided to be a coward. I am writing her a letter and running away from my problems. Getting on a train far, far away.
I am leaving behind all forms of contact.
I will then rent a cheap hotel room somewhere, spend the first night drunk and masturbating, then the second night I will spend the day doing my research and by the evening ingest a cocktail of liquor and drugs that will end my life.
To whoever walks in on me on that third day: I am sorry, I am a coward. I hope I do not scar you too much, but this needs to happen.