Men like you line up in droves waiting for a moment of my perfect time. Your ego pushed you into marriage so you could prove you were man enough to have a perfect little life. You go to your family outings with her by your side wishing instead you were behind me holding my shopping bags. You lie next to her every night hoping that she smells as good as me but when you touch her, you know nothing compares to me. You chose a life that looks good but you'll never be satisfied. That is why you keep coming back to my perfection. You survive on the little snippets of time I give you. Soon your marriage will be ruined but I'll make you stay with her as punishment for being such an idiot. You'll enjoy the wrecked home I leave in my wake and you'll pray every day that I continue to allow you to worship Me.