Is this what a eunuch feels like?

Having experienced regular marital conflict, been subject to insolence from children, and degradation from their mother, my response was to close the shutters. I chose to forget about attempting to impart an upbringing of distinction and virtue, as all prior efforts had faced open disdain and contempt. Taking the road less travelled is too difficult for them, and I’ve now succumbed to it myself, in order to survive. I now simply listen to the arguments and sharp, crass dialogue, mostly without response.

I still have my balls; it just feels like I don’t.