Once you were the man of the house—now you're just a joke with a receding hairline, spousal support debt, and a sad little weekend mattress on the floor. I love watching you squirm as every shred of masculinity is stripped away. No more control. No more respect. Just a broken, balding beta clinging to the last scraps of his former life. Your ex took the house, the car, the family—and now I take the last thing you have left: your pride. Verbal humiliation, findom, middle finger, loser sign