Three Years of Marriage: My Wife’s Boundaries Shattered My Beliefs

On our third anniversary, my wife moved into her best male friend's place.

She returned, hand-in-hand with him, flaunting some fancy new pills.

I confronted Lily, calmly requesting a divorce.

Her best male friend interjected, "Hold up, don't get it twisted. Lily mentioned your, uh, struggles, so I suggested she bring these."

My wife soothed, "David, you're not to blame here. If he's not up to snuff, I can't settle forever."

Little did she remember, my condition came from saving her life.