WelcomeUser Guide
ToSPrivacyCanary
DonateBugsLicense

©2025 Poal.co

817

It's been some time since she passed, and yet it feels like her friends, her family, everyone has just abandoned her. No one wants to think to themselves, that she is dead. Instead it's like everyone is too busy being occupied and distracted by stupid games to understand that she died. The only person still fighting to stop her own parents insulting her seems to be me. I always knew my wife and i were a team, but still, it feels like the entire world has ganged up against her.

Even her supposed best friend has decided to completely ignore me, and pretend i dont exist. How does that honor her, when the going gets rough, just sod off and ignore people? And yet, it feels frustrating to keep this entire family mechanic alive, only to find that there isn't a reason to. This entire house of cards that is my family and her famiy, implodes as soon as i remove even an ounce of effort from my side. It feels like I'm living through Atlas Shrugged

PS: I know, lots of dead wife posts coming from me, makes for some nice therapy to get it out there.

It's been some time since she passed, and yet it feels like her friends, her family, everyone has just abandoned her. No one wants to think to themselves, that she is dead. Instead it's like everyone is too busy being occupied and distracted by stupid games to understand that she died. The only person still fighting to stop her own parents insulting her seems to be me. I always knew my wife and i were a team, but still, it feels like the entire world has ganged up against her. Even her supposed best friend has decided to completely ignore me, and pretend i dont exist. How does that honor her, when the going gets rough, just sod off and ignore people? And yet, it feels frustrating to keep this entire family mechanic alive, only to find that there isn't a reason to. This entire house of cards that is my family and her famiy, implodes as soon as i remove even an ounce of effort from my side. It feels like I'm living through Atlas Shrugged PS: I know, lots of dead wife posts coming from me, makes for some nice therapy to get it out there.

(post is archived)

[–] 0 pt

dude, that's exactly how my family is always. Empty, shallow, narcissistic, greedy, hateful, but most of all, conveniently fake. We have neve stood together on anything. and we never will. Never supported each other for anything, well I always tried (and I think that made things worse for me) when times are good they're fake and can't spend much time together before chaos ensues, in tough times they disappear, show no empathy, compassion, nothing. I've had to completely burn the bridge with my entire family, especially my mother. And I know I will most likely die in a foreign country eventually and they will have no idea, and no concern. I've accepted the fact that I will never see them again. And that's very hard for me. I was the only person who tried, tried to get my sisters off heroin, crack, alcohol. Tried to help my mom find some mental/emotional stability, tried to bring us together to work towards some common goal, impossible. Life has been a fucking nightmare to say the least. And now with whats happening in the world, I hope it all wraps up sooner than later, and deliver whatever fate I have coming, because this life in this world has been pure fucking hell