Sorry to tell you that you are wrong on just about every count.
Pity? No. Don't need it. Don't want it. This is what it is. I'm an expressive person. Sometimes in my art, sometimes in my words.
Do I want my wife back? You are mistaken again. There is a difference between loving someone and being able to maintain something solid with someone. I have zero intention of going back to her because I know we don't work even though she is a beautiful person. She didn't just up and walk. She gave me time to alter what I was doing. Ultimately Tracy had just been there for me too many times. What happened happened. Despite wanting both things, I told my wife that I could not do what I needed to do to keep us together. I was quite realistic and ultimately that level of honesty was the kind thing to do.
I got a beautiful note from my wife yesterday after I wrote this telling me that she will always love me and that she knows we will always be close. So...believe me...the people that were the most involved in this love me. They don't hate me. Whatever parallels and preconceived notions you have do not match my scenario.
The suicide attempt? You see, I have bipolar disorder... so... in the midst of your harsh judgment you find yourself wrong again. With my disorder, I find myself in excruciating pain. People who don't suffer it will never understand it. You don't just "buck up". It's not situational where some happening in your life makes you upset. It's a pain that wracks you so badly that...how should I put it? I don't know how to paint you a picture. It's not about being sad, though. You believe that you are a burden on everyone. I honestly did not believe that people would hurt enough at my loss that it would trump the advantage of having me removed. You hope you get to a doctor to adjust your meds before things get terrible. I didn't. Tracy was on the phone with me trying to stop me and my wife was trying to call 911 on her broken cell phone while she raced home. I just swallowed the pills one by one. I was afraid to start, but it got really easy once I got rolling. You see? Distortions.
As for hurting two women? The situation with Tracy is one that causes us a lot of difficulty. She stays at my side, though. She does her best to ensure that my disorder does not let me drown. She takes a lot of paranioa and anger from me, though. I never had that with my wife. It's just a different dynamic.
And see? Thus I write my note to the world as I get harshly judged by you... one of the many in the world that didn't know me before, and didn't know me during, and didn't know me after... yet they judge me. They havent walked a solitary step in my shoes, yet they believe they have walked the whole journey.
My in-laws all still love me. I just now glanced over at the shirt I received from one of them at Christmas time. That is the nature of this. It's not Lifetime-movie evil husband stuff. They know me.
I don't blame you for your harsh response, though.
Many people have had similar experiences where they have been cheated on by someone. It's easy enough to choose me as the target for the anger of some past sin commited against them.
I know that as I was simply expressing publicly, there will be a majority of people who will respond negatively. It's the nature of public expression, though. It will evoke a response from people. It will make them think.
Do I claim to be some kind of innocent? Not for a second. Although it did happen pretty unexpectedly, if I had been a great husband I would have stopped it early on. Before a friendship, turned close friendship, turned romance could have even happened. Even if my marriage wasn't ideal, a perfect husband would have worked with his wife before something like this could have worked its way in. So...that said, I'm far from ignorant.
The problem is, although I'm an intelligent guy, I'm still 100% human. Considering my disorder, a very flawed human. But so are so many of the people that read here.
There are probably going to be a silent minority who come here and read what I wrote. They will understand where I am and the terrible spot it puts you into. Even though they have to fix their problems, they will see that they aren't alone. You see, misery loves company. At this time in my life I'm a misery factory. It will get better.
So...I write for that silent minority. The ones who have done wrong despite having love and depth of emotion.
I don't write for sympathy. I write for them.