Nietzsche once said "Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined."
I'm sure you'd understand this if your wife knew how to draw a man, or a woman, or even a straight line. You two have committed a great sin by letting this degenerate man out from the sex dungeon that his Yandere Neko Girlfriend kept him in. I hope when you die, the film of your life is played backed in your post-it paneling, so you may glimpse the what's like to read a comic in the style of a CVS receipt.
The only thing flatter than the character art, is the character's themselves. To call them two dimensional is an insult to squares everywhere. How an actual human being, complex and intricate through years of life experience, is able to not only self insert but also create cardboard cutouts of tropes. Your work is merely a masquerade of cliches except I'm not having fun at it. The relationships are written as if you stumbled upon a collection of Harlequin novels and then took inspiration from the dialogue. This wishy-washy dribble is alive with the spirit of childhood innocence raped by its kinda skeevy but well meaning uncle.
Not to mention, the speed at which you release and drop your works is equivalent to the time it takes a young black man with skittles to get shot by the police. Your lack of conviction to a concept astounds even me, a man who builds half a house in Minecraft and gives up because I saw something shiny. Yet you insist on defending the stories which you have long abandoned like a puppy left under overpass, maggot infested and mange ridden.
These comics break all the rules, not only of the site but of literature and art itself. Please for the love of every god in the heavens above. Stop.