“A man left his wife because she stopped taking care of her femininity. The two have three children together, but this didn’t stop him from leaving home for a younger woman.

A man left his wife because she stopped waxing. ‘In life, we go through various stages. A year ago, I separated from my wife, left her for a more beautiful girl.

My ex-wife was overweight, her skin was full of cellulite and stretch marks.

Her breasts and belly were very saggy. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even brush her hair. She never wore lipstick and would leave the house wearing almost worn-out shoes.

She never used nail polish and rarely did any hair removal. She refused to wear a bra or pluck her eyebrows.

In short, I was no longer attracted to her. The woman I once fell in love with was just a memory. Exactly one year after leaving her, I met the woman who used to be my wife. She was glowing with happiness.

She was incredibly beautiful and had lost a lot of weight.

Her lips shone with the reddest lipstick I had ever seen. The dress she was wearing fit her perfectly. Her body didn’t betray the fact that she had given birth to 3 children (mine).

A man left his wife because she stopped waxing.

At that moment, I paused and thought about the few extra pounds. They had come from pregnancy. She certainly had a bigger belly, but that’s the belly that gave me the most beautiful gifts of my life.

Her cellulite? All because she didn’t have time to go to the gym. She had to take care of our children every second. She didn’t wax or brush her hair because she didn’t have time. She didn’t wear a bra because it was easier to breastfeed our youngest son. She cooked, cleaned, ironed, and did it all with a smile. She loved her family, and life was perfect for her.

So, I want to say something today. I know what it’s like to have a real woman at home, but I destroyed everything. I said I didn’t want her. I traded real beauty for superficial beauty. I couldn’t understand and appreciate the pure happiness of having her as my wife and the mother of my children.

Now she spends most of her time with our youngest son, Benjamin. He’s only one year old. The other one is two years old and doesn’t need as much attention. So now she has time to take care of herself. She realized that she doesn’t need an idiot like me to understand what she’s going through and to appreciate her.

I didn’t understand her then, and now it’s too late.”