"isn't it pathetic? each night, as you hopelessly attempt to win her affection, she’s mentally miles away, yearning for what a real man can provide. you may play 'husband' by day, but come night, she’s probably dreaming of hands that know how to touch, of a passion you're incapable of sparking. i bet it eats at you, doesn’t it? knowing you’re just a placeholder, a mere shadow compared to the men she truly desires. sit down, darling, and let me detail every humiliating truth you've tried so hard to ignore."