I've tried to convince myself that I could live with your painfully small dick, even though it is nothing like what I’m used to. I really thought I might adjust, but the truth is ugly: sex with you is awful. Your pathetic attempts to please me are ridiculous. So I started fucking my trainer instead, because unlike you he has a huge cock and actually knows how to use it. He knows how to pin me down and fuck me the way I need, something you never figured out. Every time I said I was away on a business trip, I was really getting wrecked by him in a hotel room all night, feeling things you could never give me. After I divorce you, you’ll be broke from alimony while funding the glamorous life I’m building with my trainer. You’ll have nothing left when I’m done. You’re going to hand over everything you own to me and my real man, and then you’re going to kneel in front of him. I want you to see exactly what a real man looks like, to understand what you never will be, and to feel like the humiliated, degraded little bitch you truly are. This is your new reality, so get used to it.