Just patiently waiting for my wife to file for divorce. No real advantage to me going first, except being €3k lighter, and frankly, she can foot that tab.

Today I was lounging in our lounge (well, partially mine… for now), when I noticed some subtle redecoration. Every wedding photo of us had mysteriously vanished, replaced entirely by pics of the kids, as if I died in a tragic accident and we’ve all just agreed not to talk about it.

Then I spotted my trophies, once proudly on display, now buried behind her candle collection.

To top it off, a lovely hand crafted framed family picture with our actual surname on it? Banished to a drawer. Probably the same one where dreams go to die, alongside takeout menus and her emotional availability.

And just when I thought I couldn’t be erased any more thoroughly, I found out her dad gave a speech at the golf club recently… and replaced me in a story with his other son-in-law.

A family of Narcs denying history.