Most men are normies/betas, meaning they picked up sloppy seconds, wifed it, got it pregnant and settled. Marcel (married-celibate) is a thing. You kill yourself at work to provide a decent standard of living for your used-up roastie wife and children who think you ain't shit and never will be, and just plod from day to day with the help of chemicals of various legality. If you are lucky, your roastie wife will let you fuck her a couple times a year, a missionary position quickie with zero fore- or after-play, and forget blowjobs or anything like that, because "she's just not a very sexual person" or "her head/back/whatever hurts". She's likely cucking you, and in especially fun cases might one day want to talk about "opening up your marriage to other people", meaning she wants to fuck other men openly, but don't you dare even think about fucking another woman. Meanwhile, you better keep your earning potential in good shape and don't stray from the straight and narrow, because divorce is easy, and a team of a feminist lawyer and a liberal judge can very quickly take away every penny you ever earned, and saddle you with the privilege of driving a beater car, living in a shitty rented studio and sending the bulk of your paycheck to your now ex-wife.
It's a charmed life.