My name is George Moore. My wife Taylor Larson suffers from intimacy phobia.
For ten years of marriage, she has pushed me away time and again. Until our wedding anniversary, when she left me behind and passionately kissed another man, walking hand in hand into a luxury hotel.
Afterward, Taylor said to me matter-of-factly: "Men should be more generous and not so petty."
Generous?
I said: "Then I wish you two all the best together."
A few days later, I handed her the divorce papers with an expressionless face, determined to leave her for good.
But she went crazy because of my disappearance.
