Things have been stable and happy for a while now. I'm still improving myself and getting better everyday, but MRP has fixed my fucked up life.

Wifey has been working hard to look trim and fit for me. As a result of all of the lifting, neither of us wear our wedding rings anymore. Wifey was at a fitness class, and she complimented this old dyke on her cleans. The woman looked straight down at her hand to see if she was married and then flashed a pervy grin.

My wife had a solution. For her birthday, we would both get matching wedding ring tattoos. I said "No", but that she could get one.

Just for contrast, not long ago, I was afraid to look this girl in the eye. She had full borderline personality disorder, and was violent, brutal, and cruel. When we spoke, I tried to guess whatever I thought she wanted to hear so I wouldn't be punished. I used to buy her thousands of dollars worth of birthday presents, cakes, and flowers to try to "make her happy." I would write her poems and songs, and serenade her... anything to get her to like me better. We had a dead bedroom for almost ten years, and an almost dead bedroom for ten more. MRP has changed me from a cowering simp into a man, and changed my wife from a frigid crazed harpy into a calm submissive nympho.

On her Birthday, I took her to get the tattoo. It was her only present. She took pictures and sent it to her friends to show off.

When her friends texted demanding to see both of ours together and I didn't have a matching one, they became irate. She defended me tooth and nail. "You might be an asshole, but your *my* asshole." She said to me as she made them apologize. That night I railed her for hours. She said it was the best birthday she ever had.