I'll retell my story, the abbreviated version.

Not sure why, your plea for help is condescending and far from that of a humble man who wants to learn. Try politely asking instead of accusations next time and see if you catch more flies with honey.

About five years ago I found a condom in my medicine chest. Wasn't mine for sure. I accused and was met with every lie in the book. Zero acceptance of responsibility and I was shamed into "not trusting her'. I had just started my dream job and had very young kids at home. Babies. I was a stressed out, chubby loser who didn't see what option I had but to bury it. No hamster, just a rational decision that I had no cards to play. That's what I saw growing up. Its not an excuse, its an explanation. An explanation of weakness.

Couple years go by. Its a very typical marriage. Work, stress, raising kids, monthly sex that wasn't good. I didn't like my life much.

Then I accidentally found a Return of Kings article. Good wife, bad wife or something like it. The good wife seemed like absolute fiction with her sweetness and compliance. The bad wife was literally my wife. I read more. I found TRP, I began lifting, reading, holding frame, and posting under a different username.

With a bit of TRP knowledge, I hacked my wife's gmail and read everything. She had maintained friendships with men, both beta orbiter losers AND forrmer BFs who wouldn't commit. I never could prove infidelity but I had many lies exposed. That was good enough for me. That bitter pill went down for good and about six months later I lost all my anger. It turned funny as now i was balls deep in married women and hearing about their Emo husbands. How they were needy and indecisive. Jealous and controlling. And fat too. Read my top submissions for more detail, some were heavily up voted and had wonderful commentary.

My commitment to be faithful ended, not that I shared this info with her. She is a fuckdoll, baby sitting plate to me. I kicked her ass back to work, I've made it crystal clear that I'm just fine without her and I could replace her in five minutes. She knows its true. I'm good looking, six ft 200 pounds and dress sharp. Good job. My game is tight. I also know that I am worthless to the universe. My value is self made.

This is where the fat bloopies lose their shit....my abused wife is now genuinely happy. She lost the little baby weight she had and is tiny and looks good. She still shit tests me and tries so hard to put me back in my betabox but it just ain't happening and her respect for me is through the roof. Sex is 2 to 3 times a week. I could have more, she never refuses me now, but I found it's better when she is into it. And I have others to call. No one woman controls my sexual needs.

She wanted a man she couldn't break. I'm here now. I'll stay until I don't want to anymore. Why rush? I like living in my house with my kids. Its not like I'm foolish enough to fall for any other woman ever again. I don't need women for anything but sex and breeding and I'm done breeding.

So...why do you ask?