It was a bit odd. On the other hand, this story felt very close to what I feel about my job now and someone here wrote that I am probably depressed. Does my wife know? I think she subconsciously feels that I am not entirelly OK, but I just occasionally complain. That's it. I do not talk about that's stuff much. I do not talk about my thoughts to anyone really. I just have a feeling that nobody would understand. 'You are working at home for five times the pay I am making at factory and you complain?!'. People here complaining that the story was too long and you are complaining that you are still can't relate. This whole wall of text was not enough for you to understand. How me - who is not that eloquent - could explain what I feel inside to someone that I am hanging out once every few months? 'But your wife would understand if you spend five hours to explain.' Or she would just be annoyed to listen to the same stuff, me complaining about my job again. I am tired of me complaining about my job, others would be too.

I essance, it is kind of bizarre and more felt as breaking of the third wall, a wink to the reader, but it is not something that I can't understand. Many man going through stuff like that alone, when asked if everything is fine, for sure they will tell 'its fine' and than decide to kill themselves.

I actually didn't find this odd. I'm child-free, but one thing I've often read about/seen is how life just...disappears...once you have kids. Your time is either consumed by stomach punching, kids, or chores with very little left over.

It's possible that his spouse didn't even notice that he was slowly losing it. It's possible that his spouse _doesn't even know_ that he gets punched in the stomach for work.