I lost my first wife to another guy this way. I was honest with her. After the kids were born, she ballooned up and physically, I wasn't attracted anymore. I can't fake that. I don't do jedi mind tricks with my dikk. I come home and you are sitting on the couch, eating straight from the ice cream carton, your slightly rotund friends there too, looking like emmitt smith's offensive line from the 90s, watching the biggest loser. Now, if that's not the biggest mindfukk in the world, I don't know what is. She went from staying fit to stay puft marshmallow man. Plus that classic disclaimer, I'm depressed iceberg. Word? You depressed Ms iceberg? Me too, me fukking too. I married a strong 8 and now I'm left to wondering if that is how many meals you ate today. She got lazy, she thought that since I got some kids out of her, that she could chill. I set her straight real quick with that. I love you but I'll never lower my standards. So, she found some nikka that she is still with. I've long since moved on and did my own thing.