Since I was working my ass off to pay for our new house, food, gas and our car I was often late home and tired when I got there.

Eventually this culminated in her saying she wanted an open relationship because she wasn't feeling she was living to the fullest with me tired all the time. I was first too stupefied to respond, but not long before I exploded in a rage at her ungratefulness. And I left the house. I filed for divorce soon after. Lot of crying and begging, but I'd had it. Sold out for cheap, I made a good deal with her parents buying me out of the house. Could be worse.

Bear in mind she'd never worked while with me. I don't mind it. It's not like she wasn't doing anything.

So I talk to her the other day and ask how that shit with several guys was going and she told me she'd been so fucking tired working to cover bare necessities that she hadn't had sex since I left and had completely lost her drive.

I almost felt sorry for her, but for fuck's sake.