Some folks on Reddit wanted to hear the true story of my first wife cheating and cucking me, and like the much abbreviated version of this. After spending another two weeks in hospital, I decided that it was time to air most, if not all of the dirty laundry and post it here. It's a cautionary tale... some might find the cuck cheating wife elements hot, or at least interesting, and an equal number will declare the author to be a complete idiot. I agree with both.
There are monsters among us. The most frightening thing about them is that they don't look like monsters and don't act like monsters until... well, until they do. Richard Pauling was one. Maybe the only one of his kind. Or was he? This is a love story, or the closest thing to love that monsters can feel.