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[Robref62]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Huge Respect Smug.

 

[The Norton Cat]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Must be incredibly difficult. Best wishes to you and all your family.

 

[Tongester55]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Thinking of you, Mrs Smug and the rest of the family as you all try to initially cope with her "demons" and the hopefully move forward to better days ahead and to get back to those first 10 years you talk about.
Best wishes Smug

 

[sheepman]

Respect mate thats an incredibly brave post to make. Hope you and Mrs Smugg find a way through this.
Life throws some **** at us at times. But it goes on and can be wonderful so here's to better times ahead for both of you.

 

[Whittylad]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

As always mate you know where I am..

 

[Prehab26]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Take care mate. I know first hand how depression of a loved one, can totally absorb and take over your own life too.

Onwards and upwards.

 

[Essayyeffcee]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

That's took some courage to write that and make private problems very public. Making decisions that can affect both yourself and a loved one in different aspects is never easy and I hope that Mrs Smug can get the help she needs and that you can also get a chance to wake up each day without serious worries - it can take its toll without realising how much. Hopefully in time the two of you can enjoy life together again.

 

[Smug in Boots]

That's took some courage to write that and make private problems very public. Making decisions that can affect both yourself and a loved one in different aspects is never easy and I hope that Mrs Smug can get the help she needs and that you can also get a chance to wake up each day without serious worries - it can take its toll without realising how much. Hopefully in time the two of you can enjoy life together again.

Cheers to you and everyone else.

It's remarkable how, continually living on a knife's edge gives you the adrenaline to keep things going. Now that burden has been lifted, despite the sadness, I feel euphoric and ten years younger. That may sound disloyal but it's something I've no control over.

I've no idea what emotions will wash over me tbh. We've been together, virtually 24/7, for twenty years so its unpredictable. I just assumed things would carry on happily forever.

 

[Jme2]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

I don't know you, but from posts you have made over time this one came as total surprise. You're work and life seems one, that as a couple worked perfectly. I wish you well and also hope your wife finds a way through it .

 

[Moanjam]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

So sorry to hear this mate sounds like you've tried your best for someone you love and it must be heartbreaking for you, lost my sister in similar circumstances but didn't have to live daily through it like my brother in law and yourself, onwards and upwards pal.

 

[NC Sanddancer]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

I’m so sorry to hear what you’ve been going through. From the outside you’re always so upbeat and optimistic. No one knows what type of life each of us are going through. Glad you feel in a better place Smug. Hope you and your wife can get back to a happier more even keeled life.

 

[Essayyeffcee]

Cheers to you and everyone else.

It's remarkable how, continually living on a knife's edge gives you the adrenaline to keep things going. Now that burden has been lifted, despite the sadness, I feel euphoric and ten years younger. That may sound disloyal but it's something I've no control over.

I've no idea what emotions will wash over me tbh. We've been together, virtually 24/7, for twenty years so its unpredictable. I just assumed things would carry on happily forever.

Nowhere near the situation you've found yourself in but when I was caring for my mam along with work , I was told that I had to make decisions and time for myself and often had disagreements with the wife when she booked time away for us. I had her to look out for me but for you to work as well as look out for your wife on your own would've taken some going and you made the decision you needed to make. Sometimes you need to make those decisions for your well being and although I didn't want to make that decision, I genuinely believe my mam did. She always told me that I had a life to live and enjoy which is something we forget when caring for loved ones. You enjoy the time being the person you like being and look out for yourself for a time - you've earned it!

 

[Daydream Believer]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Sorry to hear about your plight Smug,depression is an awful disease.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your wife..

 

[Vincemac]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Sad news mate I hope all works out ok for the future

 

[TonyG]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Mate I can only imagine how hard it has been to cope with all this.

I hope you realise none of this was your fault, brains are funny things as we’ve found with some of the richest people in the world succumbing to depression and suicide.

Hang in there and let football take over for a bit and remember there’s always an ear on here (like what I did there ?!)

 

[John Wick]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

Wow. Don't know what to say to any of that mate.

 

[Comfy]

This is a hard post for me.

After eight years caring for Mrs Smug I've finally lost the battle. She became totally dependent on alcohol, depressed and suffering anxiety attacks. During that time she's had four serious suicide attempts and other 'cries for help'.

I've fought to get her the help she needed, tried to get her family involved and done everything possible to make her life wonderful. It was wonderful but nothing helped ... the depression made her drink and the drink made her depressed.

We've been employed by bankers, Sheikhs, Oligarchs as well as lovely and decent normal people. We've lived in the most incredible places, had power boats and brought family & friends to the property, from the airport, in the company helicopter. We've also had immense respect and affection from some of the property owners including this one.

Nothing worked, absolutely nothing and it's been a huge test but, thankfully, I'm an eternal optimist who believes that being kind, generous and decent with people eventually comes back on you. If I've been abrupt with people on here I'll apologise up to a point but almost always stand by what I post.

Mrs Smug has now gone to be cared for by her family, good luck to them all. Some of you may have noticed I've quite often talked about an upcoming match, where I've booked a ticket, travel and accommodation, only to say, on the day, that Mrs Smug couldn't be left. That's when I've given my ticket away and apologised.

On other occasions I've taken a chance, gone to the game and had a cracking time with the lads. Sadly, as soon as I was on the train home, I've starting calling home and getting no answer. I've called and texted all the way home becoming more and more anxious ... multiple attempted suicides has that effect.

I've arrived home to find a drunken heap on the floor who's become violent when woken. Now she's elsewhere I can happily plan trips/flights/trains for games like this weekend. I'm off soon to stay in North Shields, with friends, so I don't have another 'crack of dawn' saga tomorrow

After decades of generally happy marriage, that was bliss for the first ten years, it's hard but I'm a happy bloke who always finds a way through whatever life throws at me ...

... so now that's off my chest, HA’WAY THE LADS and let's get back to the top of that table

I'm a person who cannot put into words what I think, can I just say though respect to you mate as you always seem so bright funny and very helpful with other people and no one would've guessed it with all you're going through. Respect for everything and hope your wife will come out of where she is in a better place.

 

[Ozzymac]

You're a stronger man than a hell of a lot of others for trying so hard for so long mate. You know we're ll here if you ever need an ear

 

[Washysafc]

Been here since 2011, not posting all the time and I was on the BBC 606 before that. I think I had the same name on there as well.

like others I haven’t meet anybody in person, however it would be good to meet up before a game sometime.

 

[Smug in Boots]

Cheers again everyone. Mrs Smug is a wonderful woman and I truly hope she can find her way. Many of you have met her and enjoyed her company. This is a very sad time but I'm praying for her ...

... I've tried everything else.