Chapter 1 — I Found Premature Ejaculation Cream in My Wife's Room

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Work wasn't going well, my income dropped—and just like that, Sarah Kim unilaterally announced she wanted a divorce.
Since then, we haven't exchanged a single word for over a year and a half.

I was so shattered by it all that I tried to kill myself. Ended up rushed to the ER.
She didn't even blink.

Anyway, today, while she was out, I went into her room.
On the dresser, sitting right out in the open, was some kind of ointment.
I picked it up—and it was that stuff from the meme.

Turned it over. Said right there: Reduces sensitivity of male genital touch.

LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO

How many premature-dick motherfuckers has she been fucking? The tube was almost empty.

We hadn't had sex in nearly two to three years—ever since she started refusing me, even before she started talking divorce.
Absolutely no way this was mine. LMAO.

I was such a dumbass—I handed over every account, everything after marriage.
I don't even know exactly how much money we have at home.

No fixed allowance. I'd just ask for cash when I needed it.
Meanwhile, she quietly bought bags, watches, clothes—stuff I never saw before—without telling me.

When I asked if she bought a new bag because I'd never seen it, she'd fly into a rage.
Once, I casually asked how much money we had—she screamed, "We're broke!"

I don't even know how much there is, and now she wants to split everything 50-50?
Who's been planning this for how long? How many secret stashes does she have? LMAO.

This woman's temper is fucking vile.
She never admits fault—ever.

Everything she does is fine.
Everything I do is wrong.

Get her on a lie, and she flips it—acts like she's the victim, screams even louder.
No matter what she's done, if I get angry, she twists it so it's my fault.

Looking back now, not even a psychopath is this psychopathic. LMAO LMAO.

Before we got married, she was emotionally stringing me along while dating another guy—and had an abortion.
When it came out, she went absolutely berserk, screaming she'd done nothing wrong. LMAO.

Sure, the past is the past—but only if the person regrets it.
I thought, at the very least, she'd feel some remorse.
But this woman? Zero conscience.

Hurting others means nothing to her.
But if I show I'm hurt? She loses her goddamn mind.

Still, I don't know what I saw in her—I begged, I knelt, I pleaded to make it work.

Yeah. I was a pathetic dumbass. LMAO. I know it.

Honestly, I probably only stayed because I thought I was better than her ex.
I wasn't in love with her—I just didn't want to lose.
She showed her inhuman nature even during dating, but I was too stupid to walk away. Fuck.

If it weren't for the kid, I'd have handed her a few thousand bucks and walked out ages ago.
But then I think—what crime has that child committed, to have to suffer this mess?
I don't know what to do.

After years of swallowing my words because of her shitty temper, I think I've developed some kind of rage illness.
Sitting still, out of nowhere, heat surges through me—I'm one second from losing my mind. LMAO.

Let me explain the pre-marriage situation a bit more.

When she broke up with her ex—the one she had the abortion with—he showed up at her place with a knife.
She told me, crying and sniveling, that she went to the hospital alone.
Full-on victim cosplay.

Then turned around and said I was just like that guy—for "triggering her trauma." LMAO LMAO.

Fuck. I didn't make her get an abortion. Why the hell do I get treated like the monster?
But back then, I thought—she's traumatized, not thinking straight. I need to hold on.
I apologized. I clung to her.

I thought, since I gave my all, and she said she was sorry, she'd treat me right from then on.

But now, looking back? I don't know exactly how those two met or how they split.
But I sure as hell know why it had to end in such a fucked-up way. LMAO.

Beware of psychopathic women.

Keep your dick safe.

Don't end up like me—a total fool.