Stepping into the kitchen, you get a glimpse of what your life has become - wife doing dishes discussing the day. Very boring. Typical. Predictable. You aren't really feeling great about it today. You think that maybe if you got something exciting going on right now, you could let the thought go and get on with your day. Suggesting it though, she gives you what you didn't want... that whole "well, okay... but be quick about it..." So you lose it. Not too crazy, but you tell her that you want something more than the baggy sweater, the glasses, the pulled up crazy hair... you want something more than that massive bush she won't get rid of, too. Her response is a mix of agreement and irritation. Months later, after she has all of the things you always wanted in her, you won't be getting her. She is better than you. Hotter than you. Tits. Pussy. Hair. She's fake and gorgeous. And you fucked up. Now you get to hear all about how little your dick is and how sad and pathetic you truly are in all this