Damn. You must be pretty tough. My obliterator is just somebody reminding me of that time I accidentally said a thing to one of my patients which could be misconstrued as being mean, but I don’t know if they did.

Second only to a death, divorce is the biggest possible deal for a family, and I’m tired of people pretending like it’s not. It’s valid in cases of abuse, or if the unhappiness is to a degree where it becomes emotionally damaging to the kids, but divorce should not even be put on the list of available options. Divorce is what you do when none of the available options end up working.

Porn is the only reason I am still married. After our second kid, my wife’s already low sex drive dropped to asexual. She is a wonderful mother, but she is either willfully or ignorantly oblivious to any romantic advance. I get, on average, about one fully clothed, under-the-covers hand job every 6 months or so that’s so unenthusiastic that I am reminded why I stopped trying to get her to do it. I am sexually starving. The only thing I want in the world right now is to feel the warm touch of someone who actually wants to touch me again, but I’d rather die, lonely, but married to her than let my kids grow up in a broken home…

So ya, I jerk off to porn after she goes to bed.