Dude, I wish I could make you understand the pain you will face for the rest of your life if you continue with this relationship. I'm talking P-A-I-N. The kind of pain that makes me cry some mornings on the drive to work, pain so bad that I don't think I'll ever be happy again, pain that is so all encompassing that even though I love my kids from the bottom of my heart, I wish I had never married my wife. Can you imagine what it's like for a guy who loves his kids so much to admit that he wishes he never married his wife? I'm so ashamed of it, but that is the kind of pain I'm in, my friend. And because of those kids that I love so much, I'm stuck with it for probably the next 20 years, on top of the 10 years I've already gone through. 30 years of gut-wrenching pain. I could rob a dozen banks and be free in less than that!
I just wanted to let everyone know that, no, BlueJay is not some new name I came up with to post twice the amount of heartbreaking, sometimes cynical, sometimes humorous, advice to brothers from another mother.
Sorry to hear/feel/live your pain, brother BlueJay.
