I divorced him because our relationship went to shit in a hurry after that. If his sexual fantasy is to be fucked in the ass with a giant cock, he needs a boyfriend and not a wife.

That was 18 years ago. I never regretted leaving him. I decided that my ability to be sexually intimate with him was clouded by what I had seen was what really turned him on. I started to fear he was secretly gay. Our marriage was in serious trouble and he didn't want to deal with it; only make excuses and tell me how stupid I was for having a problem with it. Some men always try to make out like divorce is always about the woman being a money sucker. It has nothing to do with money. I was making significantly more than him so, NO, we just split all assets 50/50 and said GOODBYE FOR GOOD when I moved several states away.

By the way, I remarried happily while he stayed single and died alone of a heart attack while watching/wanking to porn. It was quite embarrassing for his co-worker to come in with the manager of his crappy apartment building to find his dead body and the movie he was wanking off to. He had not been showing up for work and they were worried about him.