Who are you, really? If you were to put your life into little boxes, what would they say? "Husband?" "Fa ther?" "Good Worker?" Or would they say "Loser" "Tiny Cock" "Useless" or "sexless"? That's what I thought. The only value a being (can BARELY call you a man) like you can offer ANYONE, especially a living Bratty Goddess like Me, is strictly financial. Everything aside in your life- you are a worker bee, a drone ant: working mindlessly to serve and please your Queen- Me. All you are is a walking wallet, and it's time you lived up to the expectation.