I have no passion for anything. There are things I should be really happy with but I am not. I built a great business. Make a lot of money, more than I ever could have dreamed. All the trappings -- nice cars, big house, and basically anything I could want. I have a girlfriend for the better part of two decades, little off and on. She has been chronically ill for about the past ten years. We haven't gone out for dinner in probably ten years, and can't remember the last time I got laid. It's been a long, long, time. She had a stroke and has been suffering from a pain syndrome for many years that seems to just get worse with each passing year. She relies on me more and more, meaning I am able to do less and less. She is at the point where I feed her, get drinks for her. I get and do everything for her. She has so much anxiety whenever I leave or even if my schedule is slightly altered. I literally can't go anywhere or do anything. I have a person that helps take care of her during the work day for a few hours, but I get frantic calls if I am a few minutes late. I try to adopt hobbies that allow me to stay home but they are unfulfilling and constantly interrupted with her various requests and needs. My doc prescribed Lexapro about a year ago, but it doesn't seem to be helping anymore. I haven't been on a proper vacation in many years. Sometimes I just feel desperate for physical touch. I met with a few business colleagues a few weeks ago and when I left the woman helped me put my jacket on. It was the first time a female had done something for me in a long, long, time. That evening, I was speaking to my mother. She was making dinner for my dad, who in his retirement had decided to take a part time job twice a week. She wanted to have dinner ready when he got home. I just thought wow, wouldn't that be great to come home to someone that had made dinner for me. When I get home sometimes after twelve or even fourteen hours, I immediately start making her food, troubleshooting issues with the dvr, iPad, or whatever she is having difficulty with. Clean up and feed the dog and cat, adjust the temperature in the house, start a fire in fireplace, turn off/on lights, put things away along with a whole host of other chores. We don't have any kids, but I do help out a few kids both financially and with my time and energy. Even this gives her anxiety. She doesn't want to be home with just the kids at the house. She doesn't want them to come over when she feels bad. She is worried to have them come over when she is feeling good because it might exasperate the pain syndrome. No winnning. This whole situation has worn off on me and left me depressed, anxious, and unmotivated. I just go through life on pure discipline, nothing else. I feel completely lost. I have no driving force, no purpose, no desire, and nothing that I enjoy. I feel trapped by her situation, and my depression. It almost makes it worse that I have spent the better part of my life trying to make money and now that I can buy whatever I want there isn't anything I want. I am sitting on the sofa and just now got a text that she needs help with the television in the bedroom. So, I guess that is the end of my diatribe. My life just sucks and is devoid of any pleasure. Is this a midlife crisis?