Ok so W got home at 3:30am. As I was sitting up on the couch feeling like sh1t, I was thinking about how much of a failure I am. I failed to be man enough to keep my family together (OM is a motorcycle riding, pickup truck having alpha male and my W is a strong woman who needs a strong hand), I am currently sleeping on a couch, looking out a window wondering where my W is...fail. I am living with my in laws in a house that is not mine...fail. We have no living room furniture, no chairs for our table, the kid's beds are broken and we have to move out in 2 months and I have a grand total of -57 dollars in my account...fail. I don't blame my W for not wanting to be with me, I wouldn't want to be with me either.
