Can’t you see how hopeless it is? Every night you keep trying to earn her affection, while her mind is somewhere else entirely, longing for what a real man can give her. By day you can keep pretending to be her husband, but once night falls she’s probably fantasizing about hands that actually know how to touch and a fire you’ll never be able to start. I bet that truth gnaws at you, doesn’t it? Knowing you’re just a stand-in, a faint shadow beside the men she truly wants. Sit down, darling, and let me spell out all the degrading facts you’ve been trying so hard to avoid.