I was thirteen once. I was fat. I had flabs of shaking flesh that apparently was repulsive, must be, TV said so in no uncertain terms. Even family finds the poor child repulsive. Girls? Lets take the poor kid outside, down to the river where we have fun and flash our magnificent loins to other idiot friends who also have magnificent loins and we can get all juiced up while watching this poor little bastard wish he was us. Oh, I got issues! I’m 50 now. Give your kids a break, stay married so the child has proper perspective and at least something to observe and form an opinion from. So, your just not able to foresee spending the rest of your life with this person your married to? Too bad! Your vocation is this child and that monster in your bed. Get over it! Or let your child flounder like a fat little baby bird on the conveyer belt to pain and abuse.