I grew up in a traditional Catholic family. My mother was genuinely a unicorn by today's standards, stood by my father through thick and thin.

This would turn out to be both good and bad.

Good in the sense that I had a truly loving and caring mother. Bad in the sense that I assumed all women were just like her.

In highschool I had a few short term girlfriends , all ended in heartbreak, but whatever .

When I was twenty a coworker of mine introduced me to his sister, hotter than the flames of hell, and even hotter than that in the sack!

It didn't take long for me to realize she was a complete fucking psycho, but I didn't care, I was getting my dick wet on a regular basis by a 10/10!

When you're that age, your dick always wins!

Fast forward a few years, we're married with two kids. I live in complete misery. I fantasize about suicide on a daily basis, the only thing keeping me going is my children. I'm working two, sometimes three jobs while she sits on her ass doing nothing.(she was abusive as hell to boot)

We had separated several times (Catholics are never supposed to divorce) before I couldn't take it anymore. It was either that or she goes to the morgue,I go to prison, and the kids go to the orphanage.

But women are caring, compassionate, loving, empathetic nurturers, just like my mother. I just happened to get with that one in a million bad apple! I'll be dammed if I'm going to let her spoil the whole bunch!

Enter psycho bitch number two! A kinder, gentler psycho bitch. One that proves that NAWALT,one that had her marriage destroyed because he cheated, one that understands you.

One that, after all her railing against infidelity, after ten years of marriage, decides to have an affair with her highschool sweetheart.

One that fucks you over every way unimaginable, and does so without a care in the world!

No pity, no remorse!

One that does everything she can to convince your (mutual) child that you're a monster, in spite of the fact that you were never anything but a good father and husband.

I'd love to hear my brothers' stories.