I have ankylosing spondylitis and I hate my life. My wife doesn't get me, I have no friends, I am a bastard child. My job sucks, my future amp; past suck, so what's the point. It's Sunday night my least favorite time of all. Time to think of all the wonders that await me at work that will suck. I really don't know why I bother. I'm 50 years old, my career has been in decline for a decade thanks to AS. I just want to take a bottle of pills and get it over with.