That was hard. She wants a counselor but I said no, it’s too late.

I feel like the worst person in the world. She really dug into me about what she's done for me, from things and stuff, to the house we built, to everything. How fucked we are financially. How much of a disappointment I am, and a coward for running from my problems without getting outside help. In typical fashion of being “a quitter”, running away instead of being “a man and a leader” or some shit.

My heart hurts, but I’ve been unhappy and unfulfilled for years. Today is Day 0.

Stay strong brethren, and thank you for the posts, advice, and friendliness in this sub.