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: We were both on the cusp of forty, ten years deep into a marriage that had  
: once promised forever. Our eight-year-old son was a constant reminder of the  
: life we'd built together, a life that now felt like a distant memory.
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: She'd begun as a whirlwind of affection, showering me with love notes and  
: gifts. But as the initial spark faded, so too did her tenderness. I now  
: suspect her early displays of love were merely a calculated performance, a  
: carefully crafted act to ensnare my heart.
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: Once the wedding bells had chimed, her true nature emerged. A cruel,  
: insidious transformation took hold. She'd belittle me, openly flirt with  
: other men, and constantly compare me to more successful acquaintances. Every  
: word was a dagger to my self-esteem, particularly when it came to our  
: intimate life.
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: Over time, I'd retreated into a shell of self-doubt. The desire for physical  
: intimacy had withered, replaced by a gnawing fear of failure. When we did  
: share a bed, it was often at her insistence, and even then, I'd falter,  
: haunted by her critical gaze.
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: Recently, a devastating truth was laid bare: she'd been betraying me with a  
: coworker. When confronted, she denied it at first, then brazenly blamed me  
: for her infidelity, claiming I hadn't given her the attention she craved.
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: Jealousy and distrust now consumed me. Any attempt to discuss our shattered  
: relationship was met with stonewalling. The future, once filled with hope,  
: now seemed bleak and uncertain.
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