The post smelled like old perfume and older regrets.
A man rambling about a love he swore he buried, but still digs up every few years like a dog that never learned where it left the bone.

He talked about healing. About moving on. About his wife and child filling the hole in his heart. But the words didn’t walk straight. They staggered. Like a drunk trying to convince the bartender he’s sober enough for one more glass.

You don’t write a whole confessional just to say “Hi” to an old flame.
Not unless you’re chasing ghosts… or hoping one still remembers your name.

He said his wife gave permission. That’s when I knew the truth had teeth.
When a man starts pre-emptively defending himself, it’s not innocence he’s guarding. It’s intent.
Fragile, half-formed, hiding behind the word “friendship” like a kid behind a sofa when the thunder cracks.

This wasn’t about reconnecting.
This was about validation.
The kind you can’t get from a wedding ring or a mortgage or a kid’s school report.
The kind only a chapter you never finished can give you.

He said he’s “content” even if she never replies.
But hope was dripping from every word like blood from a fresh wound.

No… this wasn’t closure.
This was a man standing at the door of his past, knocking softly, praying someone still lives there.

And pretending it’s all harmless.
Pretending it’s all pure.
Pretending he just wants to talk.

But the past never just talks.
It whispers.
It tempts.
And sometimes… it burns.

JimmyX isn’t the first Milo nerd who suddenly wants Ovaltine on the side and he won’t be the last.

And Malaysia’s law pretending this doesn’t happen?
That’s the biggest joke.

⚖️ 1. Bigamy laws under LRA 1976 don’t stop the behaviour. They only punish the second woman.

Before 1982, Civil Law didn’t make bigamy an automatic criminal offence.
Many Catholics, had two wives, one household, zero legal battles.

Since 1982, the LRA criminalised bigamy but didn’t remove the human behaviour that leads to it.

Now what happens?

• Man still finds a second partner
• First wife gets blindsided
• Second woman gets ZERO rights
• Children (if any) get mixed-status complications
• Man risks jail, but rarely actually gets charged
• Society pretends “this doesn’t happen”
• So the law protects nobody. It just creates losers.

🥄 2. If JimmyX “Ovaltines” behind the scenes, the second woman is legally invisible.

When Milo nerd wants Ovaltine… Fine. His stomach, his problem.

But if he drinks Ovaltine in secret, what happens?

• Ovaltine has no legal status
• Milo doesn’t know what’s going on
• The kitchen becomes a war zone
• That’s what LRA 1976 does today.
  It forces men to hide, and punishes the woman who chooses to be the second partner.
• Why should she be left unprotected?

⛪ 3. Historically, Malaysia DID allow it. Even for Catholics.

I personally knew someone:

• He lived happily.
• Both wives knew.
• The community accepted it.
• The law allowed it.
• Even Samy Vellu had a second wife.

So why is something normalised in the past suddenly a crime today?

Human behaviour didn’t change.
Only the law did and not necessarily for the better.

📜 4. Revision ≠ encouraging cheating. It’s regulating a reality.
Legal recognition doesn’t “promote” bigamy.

It regulates:

• consent of the first wife
• financial transparency
• property rights
• inheritance fairness
• maintenance obligations
• protection for ALL children

Most importantly:
It stops women from being collateral damage.

🧠 5. The current law creates the PERFECT conditions for disaster.

JimmyX is already:

• Reconnecting old flames
• Seeking emotional validation
• Hiding behind “wife’s permission”
• Clearly interested in Ovaltine again
• Pretending he’s just being friendly

This is EXACTLY how modern bigamy starts today; quietly, emotionally, then legally explosive.

Instead of criminalising reality, regulate it properly.

🛠️ 6. Proposed Reform.

1. Permit a second civil marriage ONLY if Wife #1 gives notarised consent
2. Mandatory financial disclosure
3. Maintenance and inheritance rules applied equally
4. Protection for all children from both households
5. Failure to comply = offence

This protects:

1. First wife
2. Second wife
3. Children
4. Property
5. Society

The only loser is secrecy and hypocrisy.

If Milo nerds like JimmyX are going to sneak Ovaltine anyway, better we legalise, regulate, and protect everyone instead of pretending “no one drinks anything except Milo.”

A prompt? The world doesn't run on prompts. It runs on secrets, bad laws, and people pretending they don't like the taste of Ovaltine while the kitchen burns.
I just put the facts on the table. If they look too neat for you, maybe you've just been staring at the mess for too long.

Didn’t find it. I just listened.
Stories like that don’t need hunting; they leak out from the cracks where memory shakes hands with regret. Switch on the light, and they crawl out on their own.

People romanticize the past because it’s the only place that doesn’t swing back.
You’re right about the game, though. Nostalgia isn’t a doorway. It’s a blanket people hide under when the night stretches longer than their nerves.

You’re not missing the freedom or the simpler days. You’re missing the man you were before life handed you the bill. Before you learned how heavy everything gets. And no matter how long we stare into the rearview, the past isn’t making a U-turn.

JimmyX

Sounds like life’s been leaning on you hard.
It does that.
Trouble doesn’t ring the bell. It slips in through the side door and eats dinner at your table like it owns the place.

But the way you talk about “closure”…
That’s a man describing a fire he thinks he put out, while smoke still whispers its way up the wallpaper.

You call it friendship. Pure, harmless, clinical.
Thing is, purity doesn’t need defending.
And harmless doesn’t need footnotes.

Long distance. Old history. Late night confessions.
Those ingredients don’t mix themselves. Someone always reaches for the jar.

And you?
You sound like a man who swore off Ovaltine years ago…
but still keeps a half-empty tin hidden behind the Milo, “just for emergencies.”
Not drinking it, of course.
Just… reminding yourself it’s still there.

Maybe she understands you. Maybe that’s the real problem.
People don’t drift ten years back into the past unless something in the present hurts more than they’re willing to say out loud.

You say you know your limits.
Everybody does. Right until the line moves and they pretend they didn’t see it happen.

Just be careful. The past isn’t soft. It doesn’t soothe.
It’s a blade you picked up twice, thinking the second time won’t cut as deep.