I’m almost 60, my mother has Alzheimer’s, and my wife takes most of the care of her. We’re not unemployed. No one wants to hire us.

My wife hasn’t taken great care of herself over the years. Until the last 10 years, I have.

This is my future: my wife will die, my mother will sink further into the Alzheimer’s abyss, and I’ll have a one bedroom, rat infested apartment, alone, watching my mother sit in the corner drooling not knowing who I am.

When she finally goes, I’m blowing my head off.

No one will miss me.

I see this future every day.