Has anyone come to the point that life was too much to handle?

The effect on his widow and family was very, very bad. It was far worse than I expected to see from my relations. They mourned his death, but more they talked constantly of their hurt that he should choose to leave them. I think betrayal might not be too strong a word. Very little, perhaps it was nothing, was said about the happy or sad events of their shared life. Almost all their words, often bitter words, were expended on the manner of his departure. He had given no hint. He had asked no advice. There had been no cry for help. He had just left and none of them could understand it. None of them could find any comfort. Only time, as it will, softened the hurt. It was a long time before they could talk of the times they had shared with him.

how some thing pulls me through , i like to think its loved ones in spirit  giving me the strenght to go on , daft to some  of you i know . but my faith  that my loved ones still

care for me helps me cope

Also, two of my sister in laws one from my side of the family and one from my husbands both did this act.  The one from my side of the family was afflicted while working one day as a cardio nurse.  She passed out in the parking lot and luckily she was rushed right in and they worked and worked on her.  She had an aneurysm and did suffer memory loss and a few other afflictions but I forgot how and what.  She did have to go to therapy and there she met a former drug addict.  They became involved and she left her husband after 22 years.  She also left her daughter who was a senior in high school.  She did some really bad things with this guy even to the point they "robbed" her husbands home but he was in it.  He almost lost his life.  She wasn't prosecuted but that changed her as well.  She ended up hanging herself with a note, so sorry.  So sorry?  That's the respect the family received.  So incidential, so sorry.

The other sister in law had always had issues.  She was a Schizophrenic and made a mess of her family all in the name of "God".  She would banter on and on with one of her children (she had 4) and would continue on with this for hours.  Making them sit still listening to her go on and on.  It was apparent that after 5 years since her passing, her one daughter brought this up on her facebook page.  That was her memory of her mother.  Was she relieved, yes.  Was she happy her mother was gone? No, but yes.  This woman suffered for all the years I knew her and sadly she wasn't aware of how severe her condition was.  It alienated the entire family...from them.  She was a dangerous woman that would lead you into a conversation with all smiles then BAM! she'd nail you to the cross before you could blink.  She'd accuse people of unsettling issues when in fact the stuff never, ever happened.  She called the police one night and reported a "stranger" entering the yard...MY YARD.  You'd think she'd of called us, nope.  They police where I lived at that time were so very quick and so clearly wanting to keep our city safe, so they responded with 4 police cars.  Two pointing the front of the home and 2 in the rear (actually the street behind us as you could see that street from the back of our home).  So, the BRIGHT lights surrounding our home and a quick knock at the door at 3 in the morning.  I awoke to all the kaous going on around the home and I answered the door asking what was the problem?  The officer stated that someone reported a prowler entering our backyard, did I have any idea who it could have been?  Of course, I didn't.  They asked to search our home to make sure we were safe.  That awoke both daughters to a terrified experience of so many police surrounding our home.  Why?  because she was ill and delusional.  Our lives were hell when she entered it.  Sad to say.  I tried and tried to befriend her but she would always turn things on me and for that, I don't have a clue why.  She had me as her "older" sister looking after her and her family if she needed.  She was sadly so ill she couldn't see a thing past what she thought.  But she ended her life.  It was a mixed feeling of sadness for her children yet, a calm as I knew at that point, she was no longer in the pain she suffered so severly.

This is a story I've shared to only a few.  I don't like to "hang" out the dirty laundry but sometimes it releases stress and anxiety that is held w/i and makes one free from those demons.

Find the pain and you'll find your purpose in life.

Warm regards,

Frustrated

We visit both of them but feel so helpless. There is no question of hurrying the process along. They both believe that nature must take its course. We wonder if the medics are been too successful in extending her life , despite the suffering. She does little else but lie in bed in pain. Is it possible that doctors are so clever in extending life, or is it just an inexplicable and unusual course of her disease?