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I Can't Divorce My Wife, I Love Her By: OjThorpe





A morning post doesn’t only mean ‘’good morning’’, it also means I think about you when I wake up. Thanks for taking your precious time to read my post last week. We all have a story to tell, but let me share Mick’s story with you today.

Mick met the love of his life, Mary, in 2013. They were so in love that they knew that very soon they were going to tie the knot. In 2015, they both got married and at that point, Mick knew he had found the second half of him and he hoped for a better future.

During Mick’s courtship days, Mary only allowed sex once in 4 months, as a result of her being molested at between the ages of  8-10 by her step dad. Love making was not pleasurable to her. She felt pain and hatred during sex, but Mick tried his possible best by talking her out of this physiological caging.

But, everything changed and became worse after she gave birth to their child. Anytime Mick tried making out with his wife, it would either lead to a fight or quarrel. The idea of sex aroused a sensation of irritation.

‘’SHE THOUGHT IF SHE FOUND TRUE LOVE, ALL THE PAIN WOULD GO AND THE PLEASURABLE FEELINGS WOULD COME’’

Presently, Mick is at the edge of having an extramarital affair ‘’he wants to contact his Exs’’. But, he can’t stand cheating on the love of his life. Mick has tried wanking but can't continue this way because his faith doesn’t permit him.

‘’Deeply beneath him, his balls are Roasting’’

Every time Mick tried talking to her about it, all fell on a deaf ears. He can’t divorce her because she is good and caring lady, but what would I do to satisfy my sexual libido?

Mick is really confused on what to do. You can help mick by commenting a solution below.


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