Two weeks ago I seperated from my wife. I’m 33 male, successful engineer in a large metro area. We have no kids and i have no debt and it seems it will be a clean break.

I initiated because of her negativity, obesity, lack of care of herself and the house. And the things she said before I left, such as threatening me with divorce, breaking things, etc… I felt i was really settling and i felt like my marriage was a prison. I really did settle for her and ignored red flags from the get go because i have extremely low self esteem due to my height. And yes i’m seeing a therapist but he never addresses my insecurity.

I’ve noticed since leaving that my social life has improved and i initially felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt free.

Fast forward and I feel like i have fucked up my life. I run 5 miles a day and am very fit. i feel like im very handsome and love what i see in the mirror. But im very short, 5’6. I went to a climbing gym tonight and just felt immense despair. i thought there is no way these women would want a loser like me. I saw quite a few 5’6 and shorter dudes there as well, and thought to myself: they’re fucked too, they just accepted there fate and did not date the bottom of the barrel like i did.

My wife did love me and she tried to be close. We lost our only child. I always wanted to be a dad, but now i feel it is all over. I look back at pics of our dead daughter and think about what could’ve been. I feel like i need to run back to her now before the separation period is over. I feel like my next wife will hate me and be cold, if i even manage to find someone.

Even though i was miserable in the marriage, at least i had someone and a possibility of becoming a father again. Now i feel i will never find an attractive lady that will want me, and I’ll die alone with no kids. Or i could just kill myself. Either way i feel fucked. Somedays i wish i was never born.

My entire life has been a shitshow, extreme poverty in childhood, dating failure, then lost my daughter. Now my wife.

I’m a guy that tries to trudge along and do the best i can. But i feel like i’m just working hard for nothing at this point and I don’t know why i worker so hard to escape homelessness for my life to suck so bad now.

Only way i’m keeping sane now is running, motorcycles, and a daily cigar. Forcing myself to talk to others too.

sorry, i have no friends or family i can talk to about these feelings. Feeling truly alone.