Yesterday I get home and she tells me about a dad from school who had been offered a role in Singapore, Shanghai or Houston. The obvious implication being that he was more successful than me and that I was clearly a failure.
No doubt the failure bit is true - comparatively speaking - but is that a supportive partner? You think I am imagining this?
The conversation carries on:
'Are you applying for any jobs right now?'
No
'What is your designation now? 'Head of ..' like you were before or just a 'Manager?'
Manager
'What about your friends?'
No response from me.
'Are you going to the gym on Monday evening?'
Probably not as I have a meeting with my big boss.
'How old is he?'
Mid to late 50s I suppose.
'At least he is not younger than you.'
Where do I go with this? Have I really provided such a poor and deprived life?
I am earning more than £100k per annum and her lack of control means that this is not quite enough - and I am trying to go higher. But it is all attack, attack, attack.
In contrast, I wake up the next morning, come out of our room and get a 'daaaaad' from our son who is already awake, a huge smile and massive hug.
I have a son who loves me, valued friends, family members who appreciate me and provide me with support. Am I that bad a person?
This is not how I imagined my life panning out.
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