As a Yakuza fan, I thought it was nothing but necessary to go to Japan to live the same life as Kiryu-Chan. Upon arriving, I was dreadful. There was no funny eye patch man, and the real yakuza blew out my kneecaps. I limped over to a local massage parlor (in hopes of going on a cool journey like Majima did in Yakuza 0). They looked at me and said "What the ♥♥♥♥ are you doing, this is not a doctor, we're calling immediate help" when I was in that ambulance, I understood what it meant to be Yakuza, and I look foward to returning to Japan to go beast style (Yakuza 0 - Yakuza Kiwami 1) and defeat the guys who shot my knees.

So I'm a woman in my 30's. I made a throwaway because I don't want this tied to my main account at all. Yesterday our garbage disposal stopped working and I was trying to see why so I was looking around under the sink and I moved stuff out to get in there to look around more easily. In the very back tucked away was a mason jar that I thought was just over halfway full of kitchen grease at first but I realized it wasn't grease...I thought it looked like semen. I made the mistake of opening it and by the smell I knew that it was definitely semen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Disgusted I threw it away in the dumpster outside. It had to have been my husband's but I don't know why he would save semen in a jar.
My husband got home and I asked him about it. He seemed very embarrassed and confessed it was indeed a jar full of semen he was filling for almost a year. I was shocked and asked him why? He said whenever it was my time of the month or I wasn't in the mood he'd jerk off into the jar after I went to bed. I asked him why not go in the toilet or use tissues or the shower or something. Why a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ jar? He couldn't answer that other than saying hes been doing this since he was a kid. I told him I want him to stop using a jar because it's disgusting. He told me he didn't want to and asked where the jar was. I told him I threw it away and he was upset! He said it took him a long time to fill the jar that much and now he had to start over and we argued about him using a jar to store old jizz in.

I still don't understand why he wants to fill a jar for ♥♥♥♥♥ sake. We argued about it and during the argument he opened the refrigerator, took a large jar of pickles and dumped it out and started rinsing it out and said, "This is the ♥♥♥ jar now!" Before I knew it I'm literally screaming at my husband about ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in jars and told him he can either ♥♥♥ in me or the jar but not both. He clutched the jar and stormed off to the bathroom. I was literally speechless.

I sat down and started watching TV trying to take my mind off it when he came out and joined me and tried to patch things up. I asked him where he hid the jar and he wouldn't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tell me! He told me we should just forget about the fight, he apologized to me and told me he'd make sure I didn't have to see the jar if I didn't want to. I wanted us to stop fighting so I agreed and we didn't speak about it for the rest of the night. He fell asleep early but I laid in bed for over an hour thinking about the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ jar. I don't understand why he's so intent on doing something so disgusting and I'm still angry about it.
Edit/Update: My husband got home and we sat down and talked. After a lot of prying I got him to come clean with me about why he ♥♥♥♥ in a jar and why it's in the kitchen.

He gets very excited when I eat his ♥♥♥ and he makes pancakes every weekend for breakfast and he mixes the ♥♥♥ into the pancake batter and gets off on me eating it without my knowledge or consent. He has been doing this regularly for our entire marriage and has mixed ♥♥♥ in other things I'veeaten and drank. I have of course swallowed his ♥♥♥ before but this is different because he did this without my knowing.

I honestly couldn't yell at him or even say anything. I felt numb. I just got up and started throwing ♥♥♥♥ in a bag while he tried to talk me down and stop me. I ended up leaving with some bare essentials and told him that I need space and will reach out to him when I'm ready to talk. I'm taking some time off of work and headed to a friend's house for a few days. I asked her if I could stay and she doesn't know why and honestly I don't know what to tell her or anyone else for that matter. I don't know what I'm going to do or what this means for our marriage. I feel disgusted, used and like trust in my husband has been severely damaged. I haven't cried or done anything yet. I stopped to get a bite to eat on the way to my friend's house and to try to figure out what to say to her because I know she'll have questions. I also think I need to cry first. Thank you to everyone who's been kind and supportive and offered good advice. Please keep it coming because I feel like I'm drowning here and I have no idea what to do.