My Father commited Suicide by putting his head in a gas oven when I was only seven year old.

I never did get to the bottom of why Dad did that.
Mother, who has left this earth now remarried around 2 years after his death, so I was raised by a Stepfather, who has now also passed away.
Mum went on to have two children by him, and I grew up feeling that they had some favouritism that rankles with me to this day.
Regarding me.
I was aged 30 when my first Wife left me for another bloke.
She had been out all night after telling me that she was going out with the girls.
She telephoned me the next day around 12.00PM to tell me that she had found someone else, and was leaving me.
I just wanted to commit suicide at that point, and actually had a knife in my hand with the intention of slashing my wrists.
But I called the Samaritans, who thankfully talked me out of it.
However, you know what?
If I could see Harry Johnston (you never forget the name of the bloke your Wife goes off with) now I would shake his hand, buy him a few beers, and thank him for going off with my Wife!
Cheers Harry!