As I am reaching the end of my 30s, my body has switched the maintenance mode. My hair is not growing back; my gut is not getting smaller; my teeth are not getting any whiter until I get complete dentures; and my keloids are not fading away. Everything goes downhill from here.
The good thing is that my wife accepts me for who I am. Not that I have a low self-esteem, but who wants to be with this piece of shit unless they want something else? I am almost forty now and I might be a piece of shit, but I am not a fucking dumbass. I have a strong, independent, and beautiful wife who had chosen me for who the fuck I am. I have three wonderful kids that will always be a part of my life. The chance of me fucking all that up is nonexistence.