I love my children. I’m so sick of having to essentially raise them on my own because everything’s so damned expensive that my wife has to take additional nursing shifts and miss more of our kids’ life just to have ends meet. I’m tired of the house being a mess. I’m tired of always having to plan meals. I’m sick of having to balance our budget. I don’t think this is how family life is supposed to be. I’m angry and sad. What’s the point of trying to improve things when nothing I do seems to work long term?