>be me: fat, balding, late 40s
>married with two kids
>daughter thinks she's bi, son is slowly starting to edge into incel territory
>Save the advice/insults, none of you would have done better.
>Seriously, you wouldn't. I thought I'd have it all figured out and wasn't going to make the same mistakes as every other fucktard with kids, but I was young and ignorant and thought I knew everything. No plan survives contact with the enemy, kids.
>have a sexless marriage
>wife doesn't even give me basic physical affection like hugs or quick pecks on the cheek
>she doesn't hate me, she just decided somewhere along the way that it's no longer part of her job description
>Thanks, in-laws, for not showing her any love as a kid
>taking care of my elderly parents who are literally acting more childish than my teenage children
>have caught them lying to me in order to do things they aren't allowed to do, like driving the day after cataract surgery
>I'm living the dream
>speaking of dreams, I had a very vivid one last night, which is why I'm writing this, because there's no one else I can say this to, and it's poisoning me
>be dream me
>mid-20s, blonde, blue-eyed
>in love with a girl the same age
>I'm a leader among men
>literally. I'm leading a troop of men against something evil in a cave
>hold my girl
>her name is Rachelle
>we kiss before I leave for battle, and she tells me to come back alive or she'll kill me
>we laugh but then she gets serious and says "Go give it hell, but come back to me. You are my everything."
>I nod, and we kiss again
>my heart hurts that I have to leave her, but I have to leave her to make sure she and our future children will be safe
>grab my sword and my gun
>"Gentlemen," I say, "let's go get that fucker!"
>the men roar and we start running through a cavern towards a dark cave on the far end
>something growls in the darkness and I see two eyes shining
>wife wakes me up to ask me what time I'm giving my dad a haircut
>mfw
>resume my life as a fat, bald, aging pathetic man with no love and nothing left but the memory of a kiss
I feel like killing myself out of grief for the lost vision of love and adventure. I was a butterfly dreaming I was a real man, and my sense of loss is painful and profound. Thank you for allowing me to get that off my chest. You may now insult me.