The mantle of greatness on my shoulders is getting heavy. It sounds horrible but I totally get why so many of us fall to either affairs, alcohol, or divorce.
Its just SO unrelenting. Its a nightmare. I have no energy to do anything after a 60 hour work week, cooking, cleaning, walking youngest to bed until 11 pm and then waking up at 5. One day off a week. I’m just so fking over it 🤢
Not sure if this is good advice. By joining the gamble, you’re (micro-)fueling the global suicide machine that’s causing all this stress. Someone has to earn the money you make from it, and it’s usually either by destruction, exploitation or scamming.
I try to break free from all the stuff by downsizing. Second hand clothes, Repair Café, holidays at youth hostels like 40 km from my home, meeting/making local friends and very important: Raising your kids to not be spoiled, entitled, materialistic cunts.
I call it the power of No, thank you. It’s so calming to lower you expectations, switch to a lower gear and find happiness in baking a cake with apples from the neighborhood, than another, big-ass TV and a crowded flight to Asia once a year.
Having young kids is brutal though. It gets better and you’ll look back at it with mixed feelings of relieve and melancholia.
its very easy to say “just don’t play the game” when you own a home…congratulations you already won compared to the vast majority of the country.
I agree (and the downvote wasn’t me), this is coming from a privileged position. My thoughts on downsizing and No, thank you still apply though.