Not even sure where to begin this shit show.

Short n sweet background- Divorced, 2 kids, 2 baby mommas. Found TRP a few years ago, swallowed most of it. Used it as a buffet. Take what I want, left the rest.

Spun plates for some time, settled down with a nice girl and got engaged.

Almost immediately lost any frame I had. Moved into HER apartment.

Blew out my shoulder at work, forced to take another position and a nice sized pay cut. Still good money, but not what I was used to. My financials have always been in shambles, and this just shattered any hope of fixing them any time soon.

Which led to the "I'm tired of always paying for things" bullshit from her.

Which made me feel like shit. On top of being depressed from my injury. So I became a miserable, lazy hermit.

Then I remembered TRP, so I went back for notes, and stumbled into here. Began lifting again. Keeping it tolerable to my shoulder has been hard, as I keep wanting to add more weight, but the strength seems to be coming back slowly. Read WISNIFG, Pook, almost through NMMNG. Will re read WISNIFG again afterwards.

I remembered that women would rather die than be bored. So I started doing fun things again. Life was going pretty well.

But I keep slipping into this miserable mood, and losing motivation. Especially when it comes to dealing with my debt and finances. Thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach, depressed, and angry.

I know I've failed every interaction between her and I when it comes to this. She's basically telling me we're about through because of it.

Help this faggot find his balls.