L-ve is using birth control

So my home boy/lil brotha comes to me like,"Beau, I have a problem…” Me: “What’s wrong?” Him: “I am a sex addict.” My response was simple, “Go fuck your lady,duh!” But see that is where the trouble lies, he’s truthfully not an addict. He just can’t live up to this “every girl’s dream” that he has made reality. He has made this chick wifeY (I emphasize the y because that IMO is all the perks w/o the VOWS & ring) He has shacked up with her, started a family all before their 21st birthdays. Idc at what age you start drinking &/even clubbing but until you’re of legal age you haven’t truly experienced living. Any who he has done ALL this, to now have a “half a mid-life crisis”. You can not just wake up now and be like you don’t LOVE her.
I mean why YOU GET her pregnant? See I know of plenty of guys who expressed they KNOW when they got a chick pregnant, so you can not as a MALE tell me you did not plan to be a father prior to the raw dawg & nutting in a female. What qualities did she lose between child then and child now that makes her so unbearable? Unfortunately, she still LOVES you. Despite YOUR bullshit,YOUR hoe-ing/infidelity SHE STILL LOVES YOU! You mean to tell me, that various pussy is more valuable than this home YOU started building? Emphasis on you because apparently it is YOU who changed not her. It’s like you wrote the story and mad at the ending.
*ok I do know that it takes two to make a baby HOWEVER she didn’t come to me saying she’s an addict*

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