But, deep down I think that he thinks that my condition is all caused by a combination of: 

low self-esteem, not thinking positively, bad diet, and a guilty conscience 

(presumably about either not working hard enough, seeing prostitutes, or forgetting birthdays, or some crap like that). 

He has lots of good intentions but basically he can’t come to terms with the fact that I earn a good salary    (not unlike him) 

but I spend all my money    (basically on myself)    with not much to show for it, and he has a wife and four kids to support. 

If I mention on the phone that I have to go down the street to buy a few groceries, then he will gladly spend half an hour telling me about his favourite recipe, and what ingredients to buy to make it    (and how good it will be for me) -    even though I tell him that I could not be less interested in his recipe.

Oh brother!

Religion, sex, etc.

I have some …    shall I say unconventional views on religion. 

I was touched by a Christian "anecdote", for lack of a better thing to call it, where, the story goes that a man talks to god and says (basically) 

"throughout my life I have been walking along a beach, and I saw two sets of footprints, yours and mine. 

But in the worst times of my life I only saw one set of footprints. 

Why did you abandon me God ?"    And God replies  " At those times, I had not abandoned you, I was carrying you! 

You see I never abandoned you, I was always there for you." 

That story always gets me right there.

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But basically I don’t call myself a Christian. 

I don’t know if I believe in God, but I believe that there must be something after death. 

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