Ive been mourning the death of a love and a life. My now ex g/f was a long way away from me, 179 miles in fact but i begged and borrowed and used all my funds to see her. I feel guilty about my daughter, she's been managing to cope without me most months and she has a b/f. Anyhow last night I found her in the bathroom with her wrists slit. Thankfully she is ok but what the hell have I been doing. I already felt bad that my ex thinks I never supported her and now this. I feel so tired, so alone, so empty.