Read "The Dead" by Joyce.
A very boring story about a bunch of Irish normies having a party or something in Dublin, the usual social event with family, friends and acquaintances. But there's a huge blackpill at the end. The middle-aged normie protagonist wants to use the opportunity (heightened mood, maybe due to alcohol as well), to make a move and possibly have sex with his wife when they return from the party to the hotel they stay in. (It is not said explicitly but it's strongly suggested that they barely have any sex anymore, apart from the occasional starfish one.)
But his wife is absolutely non-responsive and eventually tells him that she heard a song during the party that reminded her of a Chad in her teen years. This Chad used to sing this song to her when they were together (or at least he flirted with her, she doesn't reveal the exact nature of the relationship, but you can imagine). Eventually, this Chad died very young, because once he snuck out to meet her in a very cold weather, a snowstorm or something, caught pneumonia and died. And she's been mourning him ever since.
This is when the guy realizes that he's been married to an alpha widow all along. Needless to say, his wife falls asleep (I'm not in the mood



) and they don't have sex.