So after I got divorced I obviously moved out of the house and I moved in with a friend of mine. After my failed marriage I decided In had to become more of a man so I started going out with my friends more, clubbing and what not, going out with the intent on scoring and getting a girl andf all that. It never quite worked out. I spent more time having a good time dancing with girls instead of chatting them up and fucking them, though I did have a few brief relationships, but they only lasted a few weeks. 

However one night I hit the jackpot, or so I thought. This girl came after me and flirted with me and although nothing happenen that night, the next day she called me and well she ended up becoming my second wife. She was hot, horny and very adventurous, I thought my god, this is what I've been missing. And after a few weeks, it was all going well and we moved in together. We kept our independence as such, she had her friday nights to go out with the girls and me with my friends (if I wanted, though I tended to stay in), she had the gym and I had my rugby team (yes, as whimpish as I may sound I played a mans game, and I was damn good at it too). I suspected nothing, and all seemed perfect, my career was going well, I was happy, I stopped watching porn and we had our first child on the way. We had Alyssa and everything was brilliant, I had a daughter, something I always wanted. Then she was pregnant again and we were to have another daughter. I was in heaven. Here i had a perfect wife, who l thought loved me, I was being a man (something my dad was proud of), my wife was still independent (somehting my mother appreciated me for).

 So we had Alannah,  ut then things started to go slow.  assumed it was because we had two lovely girls, but sex was becoming scarce. I automatically assumed it was because I had lost my manlyness, or I she finally realised that I maybe was just was not a good fuck anymore. But we were still together and things were going well lifestyle wise. Then she got preg again, this time it was to be a son. I was proud, i know had two perfect daughters whom I could do girly things with when they were older, but now a boy i could be a man with and do lad dad things with and maybe make up for things my dad really didn't do with me. But thats when things changed, and thats when I found out the truth behind my perfect marriage. I came home from a trip early and found my wife in bed with 2 guys, this was after our son had been born. I instead of being a man I just waited till they left and then we talked. I found out my marriage was a sham, basically from day 1 she was fucking other guys on nher gym nights and girls night outs and when I was away or playing rugby. She was with me for security and nt because I was a good fuck or had a big cock, though she did sau I was sweet, caring and lovely?? I stayed with her until our son was 5, but by now she wasn't keeping her affairs secret and I'd come home to men fucking her. uckily she had the decency to nake sure the girls weren't there or asleep. It was at this time that she said it wasn't going to work because I wasn't man enough and I wouldn't be a good role model for her son. So, as always happens, I left, she got the house and the kids and I moved out. It was then I found out how she'd tell her friends that I was a crap fuck and my cock was small, but I was a good provider.

 However, considering all above she never stopped me seeing my girls, she knew how much I loved them and she appreciated how well we were together, and when old enough they were spending every weekend with me and coming on holiday with me. A few years ago we came to blows over their guidance, and comnsidering the type of woman she is I was amazed how strict she wanted to bring my girls up. So now my girls have 2 lives, the one with their moother and the one with me. I let them be who they want to be, they are so much like their mother, but their mother does not want that, however I am happy for my girls to be like that. I have a great relationship with my daughters, we talk ab out boy's, fashion etc, I help them choose outfits, make up when tey ask, let them have fun, but always make sure they are safe. In a way they bring the real me out from when I was young.

As an aside, because of the breakup, I went back to my comfort zone of feminity and began dressing up again secretley and going to cd bars etc and living the life I did as I did as  a teenager. I guess this is why I get along so well with my girls, as I understand what they feel and want/need.

I see my son regularly too, but my relationship with him is not as strong as with my daughters, but I think thsat is down to his mum, who by the way still hasn't changed her ways. 

So I think that brings us up to date. 3 engagements, 2 failed marriages, 2 gorgeous wonderful and sexy sexy daughters, a son who will not end up like me and me, a mixed up but happy in his place guy.