so I want you to understand this, no matter what you think is going to happen? It's going to happen. It'll be OK eventually.
Also remember this; Arthur Miller wrote Death of a Salesman, complete, in six weeks AND within ten years was married to Marilyn Monroe.
The sonofabitch lived for almost a hundred years, had three plays I consider worth a damn and, again, was MARRIED to Marilyn Monroe.
Arthur Miller was an asshole.
Just remember that.
A guy who should have been a sweetie was a depressive asshole who wrote shitty, depressing plays. Why? He fucking had it too good. So the next time you are upset because nothing in your life seems to be turning out right, remember that Arthur Miller was depressed... while he was fucking Marilyn Monroe.
You'll be fine.