I don’t understand it.
I lost my wife to cancer a year ago and it angers me that a man can risk something so scared for a piece of tail.
The day I decided I wanted to marry my wife was the day I was done chasing tail. If I still wanted to chase tail, I would not have asked her to marry me.
The best feeling I know is to reach over at night in the bed and my wife is right there. I would never worry about where my wife was, always, without fail, I reach over and she’s there. That felt good. There is no way I would have risked losing all that over a piece of tail.
Now people just take it for granted.
They choose to mess around and then...
The wife = gone
Kids = gone, juggled between two separate homes now.
The house = gone
All the years working building a home and a family = gone
...for a piece of tail.
We are on the precipice of the destruction of man.
Prepare.