So he makes 4x as much as me, pays me as little as possible, and has OW. Isn't his life just wonderful?
Is it? Didn't you post this a few days ago:
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The word is schadenfreude where it makes us smile when we find out he bought the princess's decorations from Dollar General. We're practically giddy about the part where he's drinking heavily, his bed still smells like smoke, they have to cover their toothbrushes because of cockroaches, he doesn't cook so they live on fast food, I took all the kitchen stuff anyway, and he watches nothing but soft, somewhat sick soft porn (it's in his netflix history).
You keep flipping back and forth between saying he has this amazing, perfect life, and saying he's living in a roach-infested hovel on a smoke-saturated mattress. Here's the thing- neither of those scenarios is completely true, and neither of them matter to who YOU are and what YOU do with your life. LET HIM GO. You've got to quit OBSESSING about him, it is extremely unhealthy. You've convinced yourself it's some kind of coping mechanism, but it's not helping you cope at all, it's just making things worse. It's sending you deeper and deeper into depression. You've got to break free, get off the couch, and GAL. I can assure you of two things:
1. If you start to get out and GAL you WILL get better.
2. If you continue to lay around on the couch and wallow in despair you will NOT get better.
I hope the increased meds start to kick in soon. When they do, make it a point to GAL your heart out.
