Background;

I was a drug addict through my teens to 24 yo, not a hood rat, not one of the cool ones either. Just a rich 10kg overweight, 5'6" brat without any other ambition than inhaling white heroin and performing skits and stand-up shows in local theatre in a well off part of İstanbul, Turkey. With a blessing out of nowhere I met my future wife, also an overweight medicine student from a priviliged family. She turned my life around, gave me a purpose and with her push I was an electric engineer at the age of 29, free from drugs.

After she graduated we got married, I found married TRP although I felt like there was no problems in our marriage but still TRP improved it immensely, we lost weight, she is more submissive although she is an ambitious doctor and overworks most of the time, from an outside perspective, including for her, everything is perfect.

Problem is, I'm feeling absolutely empty, it's like a second puberty for me, I love my wife, I love my job as a system engineer and to be honest, the wealth of our parents combined pretty much makes working obsolete anyways. SMV-wise I'm at my personal peak, I get as much as attention a beta-bux tier 5'6" guy gets. I know this shit sounds like a humble brag but no really, I feel like I'm living the life of some other guy, I did what my wife, TRP contributors and my college advisors told to get where I'm now and everything I achieved was also boosted by my father's connections. I get no joy from the status, struggle doesn't feed me, I have no drive to get better at my job. I sincerely believe I made my wife my life goal and after achieving it I have no idea what to do next, maybe I should pop some save-the-marriage kids to save my own life.

Edit: I'm 32, she is 26, married for 2 years.