Hey, all:

In light of my first cry for help here (now I know my parents were right on all counts), and in light of the fight noted in this thread, last night my wife flat-out screamed at me that I'm a paranoid schizophrenic. It pains me unbelievably to admit this is likely true.

I mean no insult to anyone here, and intellectually I know the following is a stereotype, but of course I now fear I'll soon prove it true in my case: Won't I have to be drugged into a phenothiazine zombie, and thus become unable to hold a job and spend the rest of my now-worthless life droolingly babbling nonsense on the street, in institutions, or while sponging off decent, worthy, productive, hard-working taxpayers by "living" in Section 8 housing (which, here in Cowboy Country, is guaranteed to be a rat-, roach- and bedbug-infested hellhole)?

My wife wanted a successful, stable, wealthy, exciting, happy, normal man, and instead got a selfish, entitled, nearly broke, boring, sick-minded 54-year-old bad little boy who's only one step away from the above, so I'll NEVER fit the bill now. And if I dare try an inpatient psych stay, my job will NOT be waiting for me when I get out ... IF I get out ...

Is there any hope for a PS to fashion a decent life and marriage, or should I cut her loose and resign myself to the horrendous fate above?

Thanks, and again, no offense meant to anyone.

dejected and despairing beyond measure, DSM-3.1415926