I am mid 50s, and in good physical health.
I have two children both in their early 20s. One is living abroad and is happy with a job, partner, and no intention of coming back to the UK (and I totally agree with that POV!). The other lives locally, and is very happy with a partner – he spends more time with the partner’s family than me, which is fine; they are nice people. I see him maybe once every fortnight.
My parents both died about 15 years ago and I have no other relatives apart from a brother who lives at the other end of the country. He has his own successful and happy life and family and is nice enough, but we are really only in contact via a phone call on birthdays and Xmas.
I work in a professional career and it is ok, but I'm not bothered about progressing and would bin it off in an instant if I won the lottery.
I used to be quite passionate about doing a competitive sport, but am less bothered now, I’m too old and never going to excel, and I’m not the kind of person who is happy competing just for fun.
I have probably 4 or 5 people that I would count as friends, but I’m not actually anybody’s best friend and I wouldn’t consider any of them as my best friend. They are all busy with their own lives and families.
I’ve been single for over 10 years and am I’m not bothered about finding a partner.
I wake up most mornings, and apart from work, have no demands on my time. Most days I don’t speak to anybody at all and am just counting the hours until it is time for bed again. I recently thought I’d treat myself to a couple of days sightseeing and a night in a nice hotel. Nobody has asked how I got on, and I’m wondering what was the point of spending a couple of hundred pounds just to be alone in another city?
So, what is the point of me being alive? I’m not particularly important to anyone else, so why shouldn’t I just kill myself and leave my kids with a good inheritance?