Just said goodbye to my dad a few hours ago, he was all I had left. The MS finally took him, I’ve got a loaded gun on my dining table waiting for me.
Always make time for your family everyone because you’ll regret it otherwise.
Anyway yeah not the best final words but it’s something.
Bye
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My father was poop. I’m glad you had a better father.
It is important to make time for family and those who love us. You see someone everyday, never thinking twice about it, and then they’re gone.
My condolences. It’s your decision and I hope you find peace. If you do reconsider, write to us here on the suicide project or talk to someone offline. We all need someone to listen. Best wishes.
Me and my father never got along, and we still don’t to this day. It’s like we are two different worlds. We have the exact opposite personalities from each other and if I didn’t looked so much like him, I would thought that I was adopted.
So many of us had shitty fathers that we envy the time you had with yours. Would he be ok with you pulling the trigger? If so I doubt he was worth the feelings you had for him, and if not then you owe it to him to try just a little harder, prove he didn’t fail in raising you. Ultimately its your decision though.
My dad has MS. He is 64. I always thought I’d commit before he and my mom died though. I had planned many years and was going to use gunshot method on my 18th birthday but that was about 7 years ago. I couldn’t afford it before they caught me on out a hold on my permanent record. Other than being dirt poor, I can’t buy a gun anymore for solely that reason. I’m not a family person though. I know he’s my biological father but I don’t really consider them friends/family, I consider them people to probably run from and disappear to never see again. And that would be the best thing to do. That’s how it is for me at least, I tried so hard to leave them but never could. I knew if I couldn’t get away from them between the age of 18-20 then my whole life would continue to be horrible and wasted. They control my every second it seems. Now I’m alive only because they want me to be and it’s against every cell in my body and every dying wish I’ve ever had.
It’s so much that I have to change my name if I decide to not commit because of the negative horrifying connotation I feel when they use my birth name. I hope you get to meet your father there. And I hope I get to leave soon too. May we both get what we need. Namaste.