I love my wife in every aspect. Yes, we argue and don't like each other sometimes, but I even love those fights. We ultimately bring each other up in life, though, and we chose to stick it out together and help each other live as long as possible on this journey. We have sex 4-6 times a week at least and try new things in bed. She keeps my mind occupied so it's not wondering too far off. She's 5'2", 125 lbs, dark hair, skin and eyes, with bits tits and smoking fine ass, and latina on top of that. She's an excellent mother and takes care of the kids like she's supposed to. She always fixes her hair beautifully and wears dresses every day, because she knows that's what I like. She knows what a woman is supposed to do and she does it, because she loves me and takes care of her man. I do the same in return. You have to reciprocate that shit. We don't lie to each other or sneak around and hide stuff, so we have trust.
I would be a dumb son of a bitch to put my relationship at risk for not being able to subdue my passions because of some shit I was putting in my body. You know who can't subdue their passions and don't have impulse control? fucking animals, savages. Sleeping around is easy, creating and maintaining a stable marriage isn't. Fighting that urge to make a wrong move and be faithful to the person that loves me most isn't hard at all to me, because I know what I'm coming home to at the end of the day. I know my food is cooked, house is clean, clothes are washed, kids are taken care of, and I'm probably getting laid later. That takes a lot off my plate and I'm grateful for that. No steroid has ever made me want to risk losing that.