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When you age into your thirties, men like me should be living the life they wanted.
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In life, you would only need these three main things for you to live by. These what kept men hungry for more. The status they earn makes it easier for them to maneuver around the system. Dick sizes didn't matter anymore for as long as you shower a woman with a lot of expensive stones, show them off to more rich men and basically pay her to be your companion for the duration. We, men, were monstrous beings. Pleasure was the only thing that would keep us happy, content even.
However, I wasn't like most men.
I fell in love with my wife when I was in my mid-twenties. Then, married her and got her pregnant when I was twenty-nine years old. It was the happiest time of my life. Everything felt right at that time with Corrine, my daughter, added to our inseparable duo. However, there was no happiness in forever. Marriage had been a challenge for us ever since we were both handed the responsibilities of a parent. My wife acted a little differently after a few months our daughter was born. We didn't know that postpartum depression actually existed. She was willing to get some professional help and we did.
She tried her best to bring us together which worked for a while. Until, my wife started to come home a little late than normal. When asked, she would just brush me off and head to bed early. This went on for another year. I really willed myself to fix our marriage, talking to her so we could somehow reconnect again. In the end, I left her because of our irreconcilable differences. Our fights would occur a few times a day which got a bit tiring. They were all petty and energy-draining. When I tried to leave her with Corrine, she went ballistic and had caused a scene.
Reluctantly, I left Corrine with my wife and went to see her every weekend. When I started seeing Corrine with a few bruises, I felt an incredible amount of rage. Without a second thought, I gave my lawyer a call and filed for a divorce and sole custody of my only daughter. It was a tough battle we had to go through. Our relationship wasn't healthy anymore. It was toxic and everyone was hurting.
I was losing the case against her because my wife would make up stories on how I abused my daughter. When in reality, she was the one that gave Corrine such treatment. We eventually found a strong evidence that my wife had been seeing a rich junkie that had been supplying her with some illegal prescription. She was basically cheating on me and it was enough proof that she was filed for infidelity and child neglect.
Now that she was out of the picture, Corrine and I had been doing well together. It had been three years since the trial. She would sometimes ask about her mother, telling her that she was sick and was in a safe place where people would attend to her needs. I knew it was a lie but at her young age she wouldn't understand these kind of things yet.
