Hello everyone! I am a man of 51 years and what I had only heard about and watched in the movies happened to me. I'll start a little further. I have been married for 21 years, before that we had been dating for four years. I have always cared for my family and I have not deprived him of anything. My wife and I didn't have any upheavals. As boyfriends, and later, as a young family, we lived in a studio and we were very well. When the child was born, it narrowed. I had a bigger apartment, sold the studio, made repairs and we moved there. My wife left work and looked after the child, and I worked 12-14 hours, and we never lost anything. Just to add that she had a hereditary apartment that sat empty, her parents lived in the countryside. One day we decided it would be better to sell the apartment, move into her apartment and buy another one, to remain with the child. Said, done. The child grew up, began to become independent, is now 16 and is a wonderful little man. Life went on normally, without shocks, seas, weekends in the Balkans, excursions, etc. And here came the 30th of October. 2017. On that date, I had a stroke and spent three weeks in intensive care. I watched people die every day.
Thank God I didn't have any complications. But something had happened during those three weeks. My wife was no longer the same. I had six months of sick leave, but I started working after four, I just couldn't be idle anymore. Ironically, on the first of April, we quarreled, and she told me that it was best to separate temporarily. To make sense of the situation of calm, to take a breath because I suffocated her. She accused me of sitting alone all these years, I didn't like her friends and acquaintances, and I kept working. Well, it's okay that, thanks to that, we've maintained a standard. And so we've been separated for seven months now, and I've lost all hope of a fresh start. My son is completely with me and supports me and this is somewhat of a consolation to me. I'm alone now and sometimes I think I'm crazy, I started drinking, but in moderation, at least for now. I hope to get some advice because I am on the verge of despair. Thank you for your patience. because I am on the verge of despair. Thank you for your patience. because I am on the verge of despair. Thank you for your patience.
1 mrniceguy88888 answered
A friend said something to her or was influenced by someone (religious or otherwise). In the meantime, menopause may have started, etc. There is a reason for sure. Reason by writing here. And stroke and alcohol are not compatible. Despair is not a solution. Don't worry, the sun will rise tomorrow as well. M54