My backstory:
Time passed and it seemed like every few months she would get a promotion. I was on vacation mode doing nothing with my life. I couldn't get a real job, just working in restaurants and vacuuming offices. Eventually it reached the point she made enough money, working was a waste of time and I became a dedicated house husband. I know I was young and stupid and useless. I couldn't resist, I let it all happen. That's how it went T_T
It's pathetic but I was very in love and happy to be her moral support. Overjoyed! I was very well kept. I didn't see it as a bad thing. I would go out with my friends, work on my car, do Kigu things, smoke and play vidya, shitposting, the freedom to pursue whatever crazy idea to occupy my time. I did my housework diligently. Gradually, I became femme and obedient and submissive from my sheltered existence until before long I became a literal anime house waifu. This was my life for 15 years.
The rest is too painful to talk about. She left me. It's very shameful to see it all written out like this. At least you know now why I am this way. That's why I empathize with Lee so much, his sins are my sins. I'm not some badass evil MK Ultra alien. I feel like a toy, an outgrown and discarded house waifu. A fake Kigu. I'm trying hard to move on T_T
I crave the the freedom. It's all I think about. I don't see how they could fuck it all up. They have money pouring in, and fame, they could do anything. Is it up to fate? Do I just start reviewing and upload it to youtube and make a patreon and things will fall into place? I want it so bad.