Anonymous wrote:My particular flavor of this is:
What am I going to do with this man that I’m not in love with anymore after these kids are gone? Are we seriously going to spend every day together? Why did I marry him? He’s so BORING.
Anonymous wrote:You’re so not alone. I felt this post in my soul.
Anonymous wrote:This is the script that I basically fall asleep to.
The house thing is the most trivial but the most haunting and a good way to manage the insomnia that comes from the other thoughts. Sometimes I google houses or acquaintances to try to figure out where all the house money came from. I was surprised by how many people “bought” their parents’ houses and how many people have very, very rich grandparents. Tip: don’t buy your house with a LLC but then give it a cutesy name that’s obviously your kids’ initials. But once you eliminate those people there are still a ton of houses for which the math doesn’t make sense!
Part of my existential crisis is realizing that there are so many parts of the world that are hidden to me and that I’ll never understand. I grew up in a place where every house looked basically the same and the richest people were doctors making $200k/year. I had no idea there were professions or incomes behind that until college. Not even kidding. What else might I have missed along the way?!
Anonymous wrote:Absolutely feel the same. Plus a healthy dash of fear and grief about climate change.