Good news, your plan works, I'm now depressed.
Bad news, I was always a romantizer, I would reminist of how she spoils of enthusiam and only think of happy memories in poverty because my ideal of life (starving to death staring up the skies next to papers). I never blamed her for anything and took responsibilities because frankly I know she's unstable, the children gets bullied at school gonna grow up tougher or they're lil' bitches and ain't my sons and daughters. The moment they turn 18 they could decide for themselves, if they want to go to college, I will dig up garbages for them, if they wanna leave me and start a better future, I will give them a few bucks for a headstart in life, if they want to be an OnlyFans model, I would murder them.
And now, without you in the equation, I have no more abusive wife and terrible mother figure, I'd be sad, because I'd miss you like hell, I'd cry. But I don't know that it's healthy for me, I'd start getting on my feet again and get murder in my sleep by my son trying to avenge his mother going away.
Blissful ending...
Fuck I'm horny imagning it
Let's get married asap