Phil D. - 60 - Male

If I only had 2 hours to live for certain, I would drink as many bottles of Port or Sherry as I would enjoy, and go to sleep and not wake up. I would forgive my wife for driving me to attempt to commit suicide (and failed, obviously, as otherwise I would not be writing this now). I would forgive my sons for saying they wished they had a different Dad and writing me insulting letters at the prompting and encouragement of my wife and poisonous sponginge dole-scrounging stepdaughter, the latter being one that I will never forgive even at death's door. Neither will I ever fogive the Yobs that molested me when I was an 8 year old boy in the local park in London, 50 years ago. I still resent that they got away with it, I hope they are burning in hell. I would forgive God for never revealing himself to me despite the longing for a higher authority than the fucking maggots that rule our lives in the guise of being our leaders and servants. I am not sure if I can ever forgive myself for a wasted life, but then being recently diagnosed as having Asperger Syndrome, at least there is a reason (if not an excuse) why I accomplished nothing of note, despite Honours Degrees in most of the Sciences and a high IQ.