Imagine, you marry your supposed "wife". You are (unknowingly) a sub 5. You think everything is well. She's obese, multiple deformities, and likes to spend your cash. But, she's your wife right? She surely loves you, and you love her. You get married, and you buy a 300,000 $ house. It took DECADES to get here. So much hard, grunt work. Not even smart work. You took your fathers advice, and slaved away in this job. You met her there, she was in better shape then she was now. You, yourself, are in decent shape, you "think" you look great! With your "personality", your "charm" and "cute vibes" that she talks so much to you about.
You get into a year with this girl and in the house. She becomes more distant, more receptive to anything you say, not even sex. You talk to her more and more, hoping to get through this. But it doesn't work, nothing does. Sex drops from 4 times a week, to 3, to 1, to once a month. It just gets worse and worse. You fall into a depression, as you go bankrupt from her spending's. Your job just sucks the joy out of you, you let yourself go. Oh well, at least you have her, right? But, why does she go at night so much now? She wasn't much of a partygoer. Not even a drinker, just a bit of crazy here and there.
It's everyday now, she's hardly even with you. Once, she left her phone behind on accident. You want to check it, see what's going on in her texts. Your best friend is there, speaking to her and sending his girth to her. You finally realize. Your world just falls apart.
This is pretty much the summary of a ton of stories I have been reading on there, "R/deadbedrooms". It's a complete joke. Too see just how far we have fallen. Imagine betabuxxing for a becky
You get into a year with this girl and in the house. She becomes more distant, more receptive to anything you say, not even sex. You talk to her more and more, hoping to get through this. But it doesn't work, nothing does. Sex drops from 4 times a week, to 3, to 1, to once a month. It just gets worse and worse. You fall into a depression, as you go bankrupt from her spending's. Your job just sucks the joy out of you, you let yourself go. Oh well, at least you have her, right? But, why does she go at night so much now? She wasn't much of a partygoer. Not even a drinker, just a bit of crazy here and there.
It's everyday now, she's hardly even with you. Once, she left her phone behind on accident. You want to check it, see what's going on in her texts. Your best friend is there, speaking to her and sending his girth to her. You finally realize. Your world just falls apart.
This is pretty much the summary of a ton of stories I have been reading on there, "R/deadbedrooms". It's a complete joke. Too see just how far we have fallen. Imagine betabuxxing for a becky
