I know it's got to be hard, and that you have people depending on you. If I hadn't always had a cat or dog depending on me, I might have given up long ago. I think it's what keeps me centered. I didn't cope with the divorce well at all, and consider the months after to be my "nervous breakdown". I don't think I really matured until afterwards.
I hate it. I had to grow up while I was still a young teenager, I've felt imprisoned, trapped, suffocated, whatever you want to call it, for so many years, and there just seems to be no end. I just see a life empty, no partner, no kids, no grandkids, just empty. I'm not necessarily old in that future, either, since with the diabetes and other life shortening diseases, making it to my 70s, and beyond, seems like a far fetched prospect. Hell, 60 feels like a long shot at this point. I'm only 34 (though even seeing "34" makes me feel awful), but it feels like everything has already run its course and I'm just playing the waiting game. Do you know what I mean?