Without Demands
She doesn’t demand like my wife, who’s never satisfied. My wife always fixates on something and nags me until she gets it. Let’s get a bigger car. Replace the washing machine with a larger one. Renovate the bathroom. Build a garage in the garden. Take a trip to the Maldives because the neighbors did. Once one wish is fulfilled, there’s always a new project she pushes until I give in. It’s exhausting, and she never truly enjoys anything. My lover, on the other hand, never asks for anything—really, nothing. She’s just happy when I’m with her. That’s why I love giving her things: because she doesn’t demand and I know she truly appreciates it.
Zen
My wife is a neurotic woman. I love her, but she’s a real energy drain, always running at full speed. I need some calm, and that’s what my girlfriend gives me. She’s never angry or yelling; I instantly relax when she opens the door and I see her. She’s my personal zen garden.
Anita
Unlike my wife, Anita is an independent, confident woman who doesn’t act like a child. She never gets upset if I forget her birthday. She doesn’t rely on me for anything, nor does she expect me to provide for or solve her life. She doesn’t sulk if plans change and I have to cancel. If she wants something, she tells me directly—no passive-aggressive silence hoping I’ll read her mind. Anita is whole on her own; she doesn’t need me. I look up to her and respect her. Sadly, I can’t say the same about my wife.
Loyalty
My lover is loyal—she’s only mine. My wife cheats with anyone she can. She won’t let me divorce her because she believes it would cause a huge emotional blow to the kids. (Meanwhile, our sons know their mother regularly steps out on me…)
Listening
My lover listens. She genuinely cares about how I’m doing and I can tell her anything. She doesn’t judge, understands me, and offers advice when I ask. My wife doesn’t pay attention and whenever I start talking, she tells me to leave her alone because she has enough on her plate.
The Body
She enthusiastically fulfills all my desires in bed. If I asked my wife for these things, she’d slap me halfway through the sentence, saying, “Ew, what do you think you’re asking for? That’s disgusting.” My lover is just as open and adventurous in sex as I am, and every moment together is amazing. I just tell her what I want or what new position I saw in a porn video, and we’re already trying it—I love it.
The Nag
My lover, Edina, and I just call my wife “The Nag.” Edina always laughs and asks, “What did The Nag pick on you about this week?” because my wife really is the embodiment of nagging. For years, I tried to be a good husband, but no matter what I did, she found fault. I could stand on my head and it still wouldn’t be good enough. She constantly complains, stresses me out, nags, argues—there’s no end to it. I realized this is her life—the endless nagging. I accepted it, but I need an oasis where I’m loved and welcomed. That’s what Edina gives me.
