Quote: Basically, this weekend my H told me that he hates his job so much that he is experiencing suicidal ideation
Suicide is often my first thought when things go really bad. I usually don't tell anyone, because it freaks them out. That thought is my safety valve. The days when I might actually do it are long behind me, but the comfort of the thought is still there. Comfort you say-- what's comforting about that thought. The comfort is that I still exert ultimate control over my fate.
