Well here I sit again, in the depths of depression, still with nothing sorted out. There are so many things wrong now, I am not sure what to do anymore. Everyday things get worse. I wish I would die, I really do, I wish god would just take me and all this shit would end. It appears that there is nothing that I can do or say - everything appears to be over now - so I don't understand why it shouldn't be for my life.
Firstly, it appears that my business is finished. I don't think that its going to be viable if we move, which was our plan to make it viable, we can't stay where we are and it appears now that all its going to do is put me in a lot of debt, from which, I will have to go bankrupt. I am already in an extreme amount of debt now, however all of it is covered by the business and business was good, up until recently, when a series of unfortunate events have dried up the tourists in my town. I have no other money, no other sources of income, so if that goes, money and lifestyle are all down the drain. Total eggs in one basket story, but its so hard not to do that when you own a shop. So I am going to have to get a job. There are a few about so I am having to fill in applications now.
Secondly, nothing has changed in the relationship, she knows that something isn't right and she is questioning me about it, and I am answering truthfully, but she seems to be holding on to something that isn't there. And why shouldn't she, I suppose, it was her creation in the first place, not that I am saying I didn't participate in its creation, or its continuation - but she knew I was gay before I met her, and she still dived in head first - Even though I was trying to be the word of caution. But then in saying that she isn't going to be the arsehole at the end of this, I am - I'm going to be the fag that married a straight girl, and broke her heart.
To be fair, I certainly haven't said that its over, as I don't want to do that too her. I know that sounds strange, but she isn't the most emotionally stable person, and my plan is to kind of gently nudge her out the door, with a job, a new boyfriend and a new life. I am letting her know all the time that its finished in so many ways. We had a big discussion the other day about the reality of no matter what she does, in regards to getting pretty, she will never be more attractive to me than she is now. I couldn't disagree with her, as right now, I love her and that's what gives me the ability to have sex with her, not because of her physical attractiveness. I should add, she is a very beautiful woman - Straight guys drool over her, and she has a body that women would kill for.
I watched some video on you tube today about straight people finding out that there partner was gay. Most of them were devastated at first, but got over it. But there was always deception in the beginning. As in they lied and stated that they weren't gay and then later said they were. Not that all of them lied, but that's not the point that I am trying to make. The point is I have never lied to her about my sexuality. She has always known and knows that I am attracted to men and that I am not fond of having sex with women; and certainly the only woman I will ever sleep with is her and she knows that. But I am sure that in the end, the relationship ending will be tragic, no doubt of that.
My straight mate that I am so in love with, is so now with his new girlfriend, and I am happy for him, I really am, but I am sad too, cause I just want a man like him so much. But then again thats just stupidity so I need to get it out of my head. My man only exists here, and I need to remember that. I also need to remember that straight mates are just that, straight mates. Not potential boyfriends or husbands. I wish he loved me like that - every essence of my being wishes that. I should add that he knows this. I told him once that I would leave everything in my life, for a chance to be with him, and that whoever gets him should know that they are one of the most lucky people in the world. I remember once too when we were drunk, he asked if there was any way that I knew to make him gay - cause if there was he would do it, and we could be together. More deluded fantasy!!!!
There is this Joe Brooks song called "For You", that I am in love with at the moment. It is so how I feel right now. Like I am waiting for some imaginary man...(Deluded fantastical rant begin here....) That will be Jewish, who's parents will love me, he will adore me, and I will adore him and we will travel the world together, adopt babies together, live in the most amazing house, that's filled with love. We will have all these friends, who love us and think we are just the greatest couple, and that won't be a lie, we will be! But I also know that this is just more deluded fantasy.
My health kick is pointless. I am still doing everything, eating right, excerising, but the loose skin is becoming really noticible now. I enquired about getting a full body lift, a cosmetic surgical procedure, which is going to be nearly 10, 000 and the reality is I can't afford that and more to the point, it sounds really full on, and I am going to have permenant scaring and there is the possiblity of all these complications. So I am not that keen anyway. But none the less it appears to be an impossibility as well money wise which certainly seems like its going to be an impossibility for me to ever have an attractive body. Now that I am getting thin, I am starting to look good in clothes, its quite another story when you see my naked body, with all the excessive skin, draped over it like the fabric on an ancient roman sculpture. Great sagging sacks on my stomach and thighs - not attractive - So I already know that there will never be any man that wants to take that on, and the only ones that do, I won't be attracted too, which makes me seem shallow - which I'm not - I have loved all sorts of guys, in all shapes in sizes, but I know that I like guys that look after themselves, they don't have to be Adonis, but it would be nice for them to have strong arms, a healthy body and want to look good and be presentable to the rest of the world. I don't think that's shallow, well I hope its not shallow.
In all honesty I feel now that I should pack up the shop, try and pay back as much money as I can, which hopefully will be most of it. Get the wife sorted, get her a new husband, new job, life etc. Distance myself from everyone that way ensuring there were minimal people in my life, and then I could kill myself and no one would know. There is a movie called, "Dreams of a Life", about a lady in London that died in her apartment and her body wasn't discovered for three years, which at that point was just a skeleton. That would be awesome, in some ways I think, to have no one to worry about you for three years - you would know that you hadn't left anyone or anything, people just forgot about you, or thought that you just moved on to bigger and better things. I'd like people to think that, rather than he took his life - and they ruled her death as "Unascertained" - that would be so much better the suicide on the death certificate.
Maybe just disappearing has occurred to me too, like walking into the ocean. That would certainly satisfy lots of ancient poetry that I have read,"My love and life is lost, so I walked into the sea", or just walking off into the desert. I am pretty sure that would still be considered suicide, and since I do worry about the end of this life and what will happen to me - it is a concern of mine.
Well I am sure things will continue - I hope I can hold on and keep everything in balance, which I am finding so hard at the moment.
Oh God - Please just let me die!
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