When my wife asked for a divorce after ten years together, she didn’t cry. She smiled. She sat across from me at the kitchen table and told me she’d “outgrown me.” According to her, I wasn’t ambitious enough anymore. I wasn’t exciting. I was too focused on work and “living like an old man.” The part that stung wasn’t even the divorce. It was when she said, “My family’s business will always be here. I’ll never have to worry about money.” I just nodded. “You’ll be fine,” she added. “You always land on your feet.” She wasn’t wrong. What she didn’t know was *why*. Her family owned one of those online businesses everyone thought blew up overnight. Millions in yearly sales, thousands of orders every week, warehouses, employees—the whole thing. To everyone else, her dad was the genius behind it. Behind the scenes… I built the website. I negotiated every supplier contract. I automated shipping. I handled payroll. I managed taxes. I personally covered cash flow whenever sales...
This was back in 2019 I suppose. I had always been interested in nudism. I started researching it in high school and found out it was way more popular of a community than I thought. I spent almost every moment when home alone, which wasn’t frequent, naked in all my glory with the shades open. Only the cows could see me in my natural state and they are good secret keepers. I would listen to music, play video games, and read right in the buff. No one ever caught me except my sister once when she came home from college unannounced. She just walked by, laughed, and we never spoke of it again. Years came and went. Went to college, limited privacy for a few years until I got my own dorm. Then it was paradise city. My mother had to have questioned why I had such little laundry when I would come home some weekends. Girls also found out when Snapchat was in its heyday and regrettably there are many that seen me fully mounted. Graduation came. Lived at home for two years afterward to figure thi...