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My wife died in late summer, towards september, and we used to have so much fun celebrating christmas together. the problem is ever since her passing, i have learned to hate this holiday with a passion. all these happy couples, and families, things i will never get to enjoy. all these happy moments we had together, and now all i can sense is the pain of being alone. i go to church, and yet, all i see is contempt for others, and yet i'm too proud to ever tell anyone how i really feel, why would they even care anyways? i don't want to ruin their christmas either. today was a talk on pride, and how pride can kill you. i don't feel proud of myself, and yet my ego would never want to show weakness towards others, even if it kills me. i would rather die alone away from others, maybe a silent wrapping around a tree one day when i decide that i just don't care anymore. but alas, i have a dog, and i would never abandon him over such dark thoughts. and yet, it feels like the only thing holding me back is my dog at this point. if i didn't have him, i would probably have killed myself a while ago. my brain just feels like a complete mess, and it only seems like the darkness is dispelled by the sense of sanity i have knowing god and my wife are watching over me. but boy is it this life difficult

My wife died in late summer, towards september, and we used to have so much fun celebrating christmas together. the problem is ever since her passing, i have learned to hate this holiday with a passion. all these happy couples, and families, things i will never get to enjoy. all these happy moments we had together, and now all i can sense is the pain of being alone. i go to church, and yet, all i see is contempt for others, and yet i'm too proud to ever tell anyone how i really feel, why would they even care anyways? i don't want to ruin their christmas either. today was a talk on pride, and how pride can kill you. i don't feel proud of myself, and yet my ego would never want to show weakness towards others, even if it kills me. i would rather die alone away from others, maybe a silent wrapping around a tree one day when i decide that i just don't care anymore. but alas, i have a dog, and i would never abandon him over such dark thoughts. and yet, it feels like the only thing holding me back is my dog at this point. if i didn't have him, i would probably have killed myself a while ago. my brain just feels like a complete mess, and it only seems like the darkness is dispelled by the sense of sanity i have knowing god and my wife are watching over me. but boy is it this life difficult

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This is what happens when all the supports of society for the individual are corrupted and destroyed. You don't have an extended family you can love and trust. You don't have a community that really feels like home, that knows you and would take care of you. You don't have children to support you in your old age. Those who live by Satanic liberalism will die by Satanic liberalism, with no friends, no family, and nobody who cares enough about them to help them. It's fine when your whoring around at 20, but not so much fun when your sick and lame and deaf at 70. At least your dog has you to depend on -- but who do you have? We've destroyed the structures in white Christian society that made it compassionate and supportive. Or rather, those structures were stripped away from us while we watched, and did nothing to stop it.