-----I've realized by now that I hadn't been a good husband, but I didn't think that I deserved this: being forced to be my wife's little daughter. At first I had thought that they were just trying to teach me a lesson, but then I overheard my wife and her friend (a sorceress as she called herself) saying how well I had adjusted and sooner or later I wouldn't want to live any other way.

-----I felt hurt and betrayed. I wasn't even going to be given a second chance. Well, to them, my second chance was living my life as their good little girl. But I wasn't going to stand for that. No one was going to decide how I should live my life; and I wanted to continue living my life as a man. If I couldn't, then I wasn't going to allow anyone else to have their way with it.

-----And then, one day, I was pushed over the edge when my wife came home with another man. I took the opportunity to run out of the open door (while my wife had been distracted by being close to the new man in her life) and I aimed to jump from the seventh floor of our apartment building, but not before I could tell my wife one last thing (that reflected how much of a child's behavior I had picked up over the weeks).

-----"I hate you!"