I’m going to take everything from you. You deserve nothing. You’re just a pathetic worthless loser. I’ll even take your wife too. At least I can please her.
Years of hard work undone by a single obsession. You built it. I enjoy it. You justify it. I benefit from it. And while your wife wonders where all your attention went, I’m already deciding what I want next
You already know the diagnosis: poor judgment, weak impulse control, and an incurable habit of making my day better while making your bank account worse