... and his existence, rather than life.
I just need to get this off my chest. It's so painful to watch someone who I think is unhappy just exist rather than live.
The back story is my brother met his first girlfriend when he was 21 and she was 26. 12 years later, they just seem to exist. I feel so sorry for the pair of them. They got engaged about ten years ago and they've not got married. They had one holiday to Bournemouth about ten years ago. They've lost friends, they just seem to have an existence of "go to work, come home, watch Sky Sports 1, off to work again". They've slowly put on weight to the point where they're obese (I know on its own it's not the worse thing in the world), it's part of the wider picture.
Writing this down, it doesn't sound so bad, and I also know it's completely up to them. It's none of my choice. It just strikes me they're getting nothing out of life, and they could do so much more.
It's so sad to see them. Assuming nothing is going to change, how do I get over this? It's like watching a slow suicide for both of them