OK so I was a action hero (lol) I was a decisive independent bloke I had moved all over the world and lived a life most would have never given up, I met and moved here and married a wonderful lady. Then I quit and got the 9/5 going but I had to really but I lost my mojo then:), to be honest I was looking for a person to help me be myself but instead I think I became depressed with how my first promised life readily became reality and I had to face my own limits, before I was always able to move on now I chose to stay and in doing slowly stopped being the person I was I lost my own self-respect and stopped trying I guess I wanted to find a purpose I really did quit so now I am paying the price
