Greetings dear readers –
I’ll start this post/story off by saying I may offend some of you, I don’t claim to be a perfect person but having read the stories on this sub over the years I don’t believe I am the worst, but I suppose that’s for you to decide individually… this may be a bit long but I just have to get it in writing, there will be a lot of build up, and this may have to go two parts but I’ll see what I can do…
I am a 34/m, to the outside world I am living the dream life. Married with two beautiful kids, a successful buisness, every toy and luxury I ever dreamed of owning I have. This is not bragging, I grew up poor and have worked my ass off for the life I have and am proud of how far I’ve come.
I married young after she got pregnant with our first, thought it was the right thing to do, since then we had a second and I’ve built my business. Our relationship while on the outside is the picture perfect family, behind closed doors it’s more of a room Mate situation, we co exist, we raise the kids, but outside of a special occasion affection is rare, mostly non existent.