This is a post from reddit that was originally made in r/offmychest. For some reason the OP there was deleted. It was reposted in r/mgtow.
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https://archive.is/mMHEV
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I have been working since I was 14, I'm 30 now, married and with a kid. I would have had $100,000 or more saved up by now if I never got married, didn't have a child, or bought a house and tie myself down to a 30 years mortgage. I regret so much marrying her, I regret so much having a child…and I regret so much buying a house. Before I use to do whatever I want…whenever I want. Now I can't even quit my shitty job and have to suck it up to asshole employees that think they are highly above you. If I never met her, never got married to her, never had a child, never bought this house, I would be so much happier and so much more free. Why were we fed with the fact that getting married, having a kid, owning a house, is the right way to live? I wish I could go back in time and should've broken up with her when I had the chance. I fucked up my own life. And tomorrow…I will have to wake up to drag myself into a 2 hours commute to a shitty job that I can't quit because I have a mortgage to pay and a child to feed. If I never met her I would be fucking freed from all this bullshit and do whatever the fuck I want. I wouldn't have to worry about the projects that's due for my boss, or waking up 6:30 in the morning to catch that fucking bus to commute a 2 hours ride to a shitty desk job and to fake these fucktards that expects everything they requested to be completed and handed back to them in the next hour, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ASSHOLE, I DON'T FUCKING WORK FOR YOU. Then I go tell my boss and he just tells me to get it done and move on. Money does not buy happiness, if I can choose again I would rather make $20,000 a year and rent a $500 basement like I used to and live the fuck out of my life. I don't need all this, I don't want all this. I want my original life back. I feel like I'm just a dead soul in a living body. I used to be lively and had that flame and dreams, those slowly died once I aged and my wife tells me my dreams are not dreams…and I should just focus on better myself in education and get a better job and higher pay. But she doesn't know me, she doesn't know what I really want inside. I know she's doing this for the best of us but whenever I mention my dream job…she would shoot it down and become very unsupportive. Sometimes I have suicide thoughts and I would just think of ways to commit suicide. No one knows this and I don't want to tell anyone I know because I don't want to explain it to them. Sometimes I just wanna jump off a building and be freed from all these….things that's complicating my life…I just want a simple life…
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