It's my fault, I never should have married an unfaithful fiancee in the first place. It seems that her self-love (thank you, Louise Hay, you old bitch, I hope you burn in hell) didn't leave much space for loving me too. Maybe she never really loved me. Perhaps I'm not particularly lovable person... but it doesn't matter anymore. Now she's a happy slave to the New Age moloch, trying to work her way up the ladder to become a guru, so she can stop spending money and start earning some. Fingers crossed, I just wish it didn't involve "healing" sick people...
As for me, I'm going downhill with no brakes, drinking my ass off until I stop feeling sorry for myself. That's kinda fun actually
Cheers to all and wish you much love!