Cuck

lmao

I can't stop crying, I can understand dying alone, it's the best for me. I have no interest on having s*x with anyone, but to know that I'm so defective makes me so depressed, it doesn't matter how much I work I'll never change.

Is there something I can do so I can love myself in spite of being defective? Please, I'm desperate, even if no one loves me I want to do it, please, I'll do anything.

Again, I don't want to have s*x, I want forgiveness.

https://old.reddit.com/r/loveafterporn/comments/1e6c2g2/duck_duck_go

Remember the moid who has nothing to hide has nothing to fear

huh?

!fellas

Checkmate @Corinthian

https://www.irishtimes.com/news/french-men-s-insecurity-over-paternity-of-offspring-creating-a-society-of-doubt-1.773569

scrotes and incels stay losing

As the 4x100m freestyle relay team were making their way off the pool deck in Paris, Bob Ballard said they were "finishing up", adding "you know what women are like... hanging around, doing their make-up".

Some womxn are always on time and dont even wear makeup, chud!!

My dying wife admitted that she never married me, only married me to get out of poverty

Edit: Title. I'm sorry, I'm emotional. She never loved me, only married me to get out of poverty.

I'm utterly gutted. My wife has terminal cancer and will be gone within the next few short months. She's been at peace with this and even seems happy about it. I've spent every moment at her side since her diagnosis and was there when it got rough. I went to every chemo treatment with her and was there to hear all the bad news. Cancer aside- we did everything together. We went on dates, played games, tried new places, traveled, and have a daughter who's 9. My wife came from deep, deep poverty and it was chance that we met. She was a waitress and I was smitten from the moment I laid eyes on her. She reciprocated my feelings quickly and the rest is history.

But, according to my wife, she never truly loved me. She liked me, but she didn't love me. She had no one else in her heart, but I wasn't the one for her. She just married me to get out of poverty. To her, we were like roommates who had s*x and went on dates sometimes. To me, she was the love of my life and my universe. I have to face losing her alongside this information and navigate how to be a single dad soon. I feel cheated, like an idiot, and heartbroken. I still love her and I wish she would survive so we could fix these feelings. I've been trying to win her over in her final days, but she isn't having it. She's content with her life. She asked me not to visit anymore, but I can't stay away.

I just wish she never told me. I understand she wanted to clean her conscious before death, but I could've lived without that information. All my memories of her are different now that I know that I was only being used and that she never truly loved me. If she had developed feelings for me later on, I would've been okay. I would've been fine being used by her as long as she fell in love with me later, but she didn't. I wish she never told me. I want to remember her as my loving wife, not a liar. She was a wonderful woman aside from what she did. This was the only blotch on her record, although it's quite large. She remained faithful to me to the end, was amazing at acting, and made me feel like the most important and loved man on this planet. She didn't spend my money frivolously, she got her own education, and became a nurse. She did it on her own, she just used me to get there, and continued to pretend. She could have left me after she got a stable job but she didn't. I wish she continued not to hurt me by never telling me.

Queen shit