Cooking for one sucks. Cleaning up after cooking for one is even more depressing. Sleeping is almost impossible without her next to me. And of course there are the, y'know, "marital duties" that go neglected.
But if I ever reach the point where I am strapping a pulsating silicone vagina to my tablet computer so I can fuck it, you have my consent and indeed my personal request that you put me down like the feral animal I have become.
(video is sfw)