If you're married ever get a vasectomy, it will save you a world of pain.

My wife was a cheerleader during high school, was in my first year of uni during 2009. Wasn't much of a womaniser, but I had a good body to get around. My wife is about 163.5 cm (5ft4.5) with c cup breasts. She was one of the better looking girls in her school, and she knew it ever since she was in her early teens. The cheerleader days past quickly, it didnt take long for her to realise that wasn't gonna happen again.<br><br>She was in her late 20s, married ever since her early 20s to me. Wasnt a very hardworking gal, she did a home economic course in college and she somehow managed to get a good job in a food chain. We were living well, me being a industrial engineer senior, working 60 hour weeks, with 2 kids. We were financially well off enough to afford a sizeable house, a nice car and food and dining was never an issue. Despite that, I noticed her not being as happy as other couples, despite our financial stability. We're not religious, but we were conservative to an extent when it came to infidelity. I could see it in her eyes, she wasnt happy. Infidelity would be too easy to explain her behaviour away, I knew her enough to know that she wouldnt do something like that. <br><br>Around 4 years ago, I took my two sons to the beach. She wanted to go, but decided she would stay home. When we arrived home, she was in her 20s again. Hair was half the length than before, breasts were larger than ever and her eyes were shining bright. <br><br>Fast forward a year, two kids became 4, she wanted more. She was a fertile woman, with my genes combined. She had 4 kids in 3 years, and she was born again. She had the body of a super model, she was healthy enough to enjoy life again. She was only 33, and she felt like she was 23 again. The house became bigger, we had a good nanny for the secondary work while I was away. She just spent her days pampering the children and being happy outside of work.<br><br>I was about half 40 now, but for the last 4 years. The last few years were bearable, but the last year has been frankly bad, even though life was tolerable. I dont sacrifice my time for nothing. <br><br>For the last 5 years, she was on cheap birth control pills. We werent attached to her body, but we werent religious, she could still have kids if she wanted to. I was done with the kids I had, I wanted only 2. <br><br>Last year was the turning point, I believe. She still had decent shape, but her youth was starting to wear off. The breast implants were starting to droop down, her ass while still round was smaller, her behind smaller. It hurt her alot ever since she was a kid, past 30 years. We looked at it with other eyes, she started to gain weight. It wasnt a big problem, she still had a flat stomach and decent lower abs, but she still gained weight. <br><br>I was starting to notice a change in her. She wasnt acting the same as before. She was acting bitchier, snarkier, less compassionate, making fun of my appearance more often. She while past 30 still looked great, she looked like ever she was in her 20s. But last year I noticed for the first time that she didnt look as good as before. When we were at the mall, I was starting to notice other women complimenting me. She was no longer the trophy wife, I was fast approaching being the "trophy husband". <br><br>She started to act more passive-aggressive towards me, she was getting tired of me. She knew me enough to not allow me to see her cheating, I knew her enough to know that she didnt want to break things up between us. She knew me enough to not allow me to see her cheating, I knew her enough to know that she didnt want to break things up between us. She was getting tired of me, and she knew I was still an attractive man. She knew that I was very loyal, and I wasn't smart enough to see her cheating. She was still pretty, she would tell me so. But she didnt want me anymore, it was getting clearer and clearer. <br><br>2 months ago, we had the incident that changed everything. We were talking, I sarcastically mentioned that there was no need for the 5th, but I would want a dog. She snapped at me. She wasnt looking for a dog, she wanted the 5th child. She was still in her early 30s, a healthy woman. <br><br>The 5th was the turning point. I stopped being happy during family time, so I stopped showing up. I started to go jogging by myself, or visiting my friends by myself. I was tired of family time, so I started to spend more time there, avoiding the house. <br><br>In my last visit to the doctor, I decided to go for the permanent vasectomy. I was done with work, I was done with the kids, I was done with her. I could see in her eyes, she was done with me. I realised it quickly, ever since her early 20s, she was living a lie. The last few years were enough, a woman wasnt meant to be married. I'm just a man, I would never experience her life, but it was enough. Women werent meant to be married. I've lived a lie, and she lived it with me. I wasnt a fool, I knew that. Now was the perfect time for me to do it. We werent financially struggling, and I wasnt as attached to her as I was before. I was done with everting, including her. <br><br>Funny enough, I still would never cheat on her. She still was the mother of my children, and I was too old to be choking a random girl. I forgot how to do it anyway. She still was pretty, I still found her attractive. But I was done with the family, I didnt want to be part of her anymore. I knew that she was done with me anyway. <br><br>In the end of the day, I was living a lie. A family was a lie, a woman was never meant to be binded to a man, she wanted freedom. Ever since the last year, I became more aware of this fact. She wanted to be free, she wanted to be happy with herself. I was part of her, I was part of her life. I knew that, she knew that. The marriage was a lie. I was getting tired of the lie, ever since the last year. The marriage was a lie, I was done with it. But I still wouldnt let her go. I would still love her if she wanted to go, I would still be faithful. At the end of the day, I still loved her, so why would I abandon her. <br><br>I was starting to cool down on things, but I was still ready to throw it all away if I could start over. That would never happen, I knew that. I was tired of her, I was tired of all of it. She was tired of me too, I knew that. I was done. She was done. The last few years were enough to prove that. I took off everthing that I had left, and the last thing that was left standing was a vasectomy. It was enough.