It paints a beautiful picture doesn’t it? A MAN working all the time and sacrificing his life for the good of his family! But where’s the limit?
The limit certainly falls before the man puts his life and health in danger, which actually jeopardizes his ability to work at all. People dead at 40 from a stroke go to the grave, not to work. It also falls a good deal before the man starts being a miserable quarreller or drunk for taking the stress out on his family and making them miserable. Children need a living breathing father and women need a leaving breathing husband more than they need the extra cash. Whether they realize that is a different story, but I would think they do.
Long story short i just quit a Job and was working 7 days a week with some weeks clocking in at 70+ hours! I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry but there was no joy, no ability to even relax or function.
I know full-well where you’re coming from.
I was starting to miss my second son grow up and couldn’t even cook myself healthy meals!
Yup.
Now I have my fiance and her family essentially silently shaming me.
Life’s too short to overthink it. My advice would be to tell them in as friendly a way as you can make it (some comic relief could help, I guess, and a sense of humour always does, for which St Thomas More is the patron to pray) that you realize, of course, the financial hit, and you’re certainly not in denial about it, but you had reasons that became too pressing — including a son that needed to have a father when growing up. Tell them you understand what it may look like from their point of view, but you’d ask them to also understand what it may look like from yours, all in good cheer and remembering that you’re family (and are stuck with each other

).
Sure the money was good and ya maybe other males in her family did the same for many years but I refuse to stay at a job with pure misery and ZERO free time!
I guess that’s part of our lot in life, losing the free time, but with exactly zero free time a person can’t live. It destroys the mind, it crushes the soul.
Are those a man’s choices? Poverty or being a slave? Is there no middle ground?
Yes, there is. You could start a business or become an independent contractor and pick your own hours and size of workload. It isn’t easy, and some people eventually decide to have a physical office that’s not home because telling the family that dad is physically here but is also at work and shouldn’t be disturbed doesn’t exactly meet with full understanding. In any case, once you get some measure of independence, enough to decide on your workload and workflow, you at least have more power to regulate the traffic.
Screw that folks I choose poverty and thank the good Lord I live on American soil where “poverty” means I get a flat screen TV and a smart phone
Of course, and you didn’t even mension owning a car (and possibly the house already, depending on mortgage status), and probably not an altogether bad one, because it was completely obvious to you, the pauper that you are.
Am I some type of monster here?
Of course not.
Keep in mind my Church attendance and prayer life was practically non existent during this time. That kind of gave me Gods view on this lifestyle. Or so I think.
The third commandment isn’t only about worship, it’s also about rest. The two are somehow, mysteriously, combined. Work, on the other hand, is man’s lot on this earth, as both punishment for and (partial) remedy to problems caused by Original Sin, but a man works to live rather than living to work. The latter is more like a calling. Doesn’t look like your previous job was your calling, now does it?