During this past Monday’s therapy session, I said something which has
been stuck in my head, so I’m writing it down. I said:
I’m shallow and I’m okay with that. But, I’m empty. I’m shallow and empty. Now, that’s pathetic.
I don’t hate my wife and kids. I have a wonderful wife and great kids. I hate myself. That’s what it really is. That’s the sad truth. I don’t know what “love” is. Before you can love someone else, you have to be able to love yourself. And, I don’t.