Oedipus Rising

Every night while I try to hold back the tears, my wife walks off into my boys bedroom. All I see, before the door slams, is my boys laughing at me. The rest of the night I can hear them moaning, pounding, and laughing. What's the point of living? I WAS A PUSSY TO GUYS LIKE THIS WHEN I WAS THEIR AGE, AND I'M A PUSSY NOW. ALL I CAN DO IS SIT HERE AND CRY.