Part 1The Man Who Nurtures Me

Scrolling through a forum at work, a post caught my eye: [I think my wife doesn't like me.]

[She likes looking at my face, but whenever she sees my body, she looks away in disgust.]

[She barely touched the breakfast I made this morning.]

[And she forgot the bento box I packed for her... Does she not like me at all?]

What kind of person is this? I thought, shaking my head.

Then I reached into my tote bag for the adorable bento box my own sweet husband had made for me.

I rummaged around.

And around.

Wait a minute.

Where was my bento box?!

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It was just past ten when I finished the proposal, with more than an hour to go until lunch. Operating under the sacred principle of "a workday without slacking is a day wasted," I happily pulled out my phone.

A forum post immediately grabbed my attention: [Help, I think my wife doesn't like me. What should I do?]

The thread was blowing up. Hundreds of comments in just a couple of hours.

[Care to elaborate?]

[Is this an arranged marriage or something?]

The original poster (OP) patiently replied: [Not an arranged marriage. We met on a blind date. Her mom and my mom are best friends.]

[It was love at first sight for me. She's beautiful, kind, and gentle. Just... perfect.]

[I'm decent-looking, but my body isn't her type.]

What kind of body? A beanpole? The commenters seemed to think so too, but OP quickly clarified.

[I'm the... really built type. I was born with a larger chest, and my shirt buttons are always straining. It's honestly a problem for me.]

[The main issue is, my wife hates my body. Is there any way to make my chest smaller?]

A user asked, reasonably: [How do you know she doesn't like it? If she hated it, she probably wouldn't have gotten together with you in the first place, right?]

OP posted a [sad] emoji.

[She likes my face, but whenever she glances down at my body, she turns away with this look of disgust.]

[Once or twice, I could tell myself it was a coincidence. But it's happened too many times to ignore.]

[I think she only agreed to date me because of our moms. She's too kind to say anything mean about my body, and she even tells her parents I'm thoughtful and sweet.]

Ah, a gentle, insecure, large-chested househusband. A "himbo," if you will. And there are people in the world who don't appreciate this type?

Tragic lack of taste.