Or just the most logical one. I am a 33 year old man. I do not have a great job. I am married with children. I'm confident in the fact that my wife wants nothing to do with me or cares very little about me. I've felt the pressure build over the years and I just don't see how things will be able to last much longer. 

When things get tough, I don't think about divorce. I think about heading on out to pasture. Like a sick dog, wandering out into the woods one last time to curl up beside a tree and never open my eyes ever again. 

I love my children more than anything in this world. More than myself, more than I have ever loved my wife. I think the only reason I am still here is because of them. But the guilt I feel for wanting to leave is so crushing. Absolute guilt that I can't stand up for myself. Guilt that I am weak and not able to provide for them to the fullest because I am a shell of a human. Every endeavor and avenue to try and better my life has only ended in failure. So the only logical thing to do, would be to stop trying. Give up. End it. My wife would find someone better for her. My kids might find someone stronger with a spine to look up to.

I'm just so tired. I'm so tired of pretending. I'm so tired of not being listened to. I'm so tired of feeling like an alien that no one understands. I'm tired of the same three sex positions. I'm tired of pretending that everything is fine and that my wife doesn't hate me. I won't do anything because I'm a coward. Stress will probably kill me eventually. Heart attack or stroke