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This c~~~s got to win an award of YouTube’s ULTIGINA award for 2016 .
What the f~~~ is wrong with this c~~~ i am sure it will continue to be a mystery .
SICK PUSSY BEGGING ….. like f~~~ look at HIS FACE . F~~~ED UP OFSPRING OF TOM CRUISE . F~~~ED UP SCIENTOLOGY BITCH WAS THE DONOR FROM PLANET ZETOR or whatever the f~~~ . Probably caught cum out of john travoltas arse . Wierd looking f~~~ check him out you can just tell .
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PART 3 The big show down . P~~~ed off andy . Lol .
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PART 4 THE FINAL
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ONE F~~~ED UP UNIT
THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .
Hi, my name is Lou. My story is a lot like everyone’s story on here and it’s different just like everyone’s story on here.
My name has been Chad Thunderc~~~, Jodi, but before that, it was Louis, just Louis and it is again, a no one that grew up, like many of you did, thinking that I wasn’t going to be complete until I was married. Until I found this site, i thought it was just me and that there absolutely had to be something wrong with me. I thought my failures were because I didn’t do something right, that I was broken. Today, I’m know I’m not. Yes, I’m bipolar2, but that doesn’t mean there’s something intrinsically wrong or bad with me. I used to be that simp, cuckold, beta, white knight. I was married twice, taken for everything I owned more than twice.
I may be the slow learner of the group. My story is hard to tell and it’s one you’ve heard before…….18 years old. Just met this girl, in retrospect, her biological clock sounded like a wound up Harley on a straight stretch.
All she ever wanted to do is have sex and talk about having a baby. We got married, she got pregnant, sex dried up quick and she left.
I continued to be her bank account thanks to the court system for years, paying alimony(even though she had a job) and child support. It was tough, the amount I had to pay her through the system equalled more than the allowed amount that could be garnished. Got arrested a few times for not paying what I was supposed to. Lived in my car and at a friend’s house for a while. To everyone, including my family and what few friends I had left, I was a pariah, a leper. I eventually recovered my footing, she found a Chad that made enough money to send me adoption papers with a threat if I didn’t sign. Sign or pay more. I signed the papers.
For a little while, I was Jodi. Keeping it warm when the husband was gone. Met a girl I knew from high school, was deep in love with her in high school, but in the friend zone. This girl was going through a divorce too. We started hooking up whenever I was home, but it failed. She talked me down so bad that I left and didn’t even come back to my home town for years. My fault again. I finally met a girl, down south, married her, had a couple of kids, started making phenomenal amounts of money. But I was never home, Jodi was keeping it warm for me and I knew it. 10 years later, divorce raped again. It wasn’t nearly as bad that go round, I paid for a high end lawyer before she hit the account, but I had two girls with this ex wife that I had to pay for. She cleaned out the account or what was left at least, made some new credit purchases on my name, moved in with Chad and left me paying for a defaulting mortgage on 3 houses that I didn’t have, but her brother and father still lived in, credit card bills and my clothes. Good times. I recovered quickly, but I thought I was the damaged one. The one that was causing all of this drama and bulls~~~. Divorce was final June 27th, 2003, but the child support lasted a very very long time. Trust me. Time went great for a few years, moved to Phoenix, then moved back to my home town. I saw her again, the one that I loved. The one that talked to me like I was just some street bitch to her pimp attitude. We talked. We met. We decided to start over. I didn’t know that I was Chad Thunderc~~~, but then I was so happy to have her in my life, I could have cared less anyway. Then, I would have told anyone that she was my soulmate. THE ONE. She broke it off with me again and disappeared. No reason, no explanation. It took a while, but I recovered. I met another chick and we leased a townhouse together. We bought stuff that was ours and my stuff had to be tossed and sold. Hey, no biggie, right? Lived with her for 4 years. Fought about sex and money. Not enough of either for her and those were two things she repeatedly said she couldn’t compromise on. She accused me of cheating, lying, being a dick(I was). Called me lazy, fat, stupid. Bowed up at me once or twice. I called her bluffs, called her names like flappy mcflappyarms, fat and the nuclear weapon in every man’s arsenal. Last time we fought, she threw a pillow at me and it hit me in the face while I was drinking some coffee. Spilled hot coffee on me, she had just enough time to let out part of a petty little laugh before my right hand cut off her air supply and my left was c~~~ed back to smash her face in. In a split second, that very second, I took the red pill. I realized that she had no hold on me. I knew I was leaving her ass and I knew that I could leave everything I had gathered with her behind and still have more than I started with. Also, in that split secornd after she hit me with that pillow, i had jumped up from the couch, slid over the coffee table, grabbed her by the throat and laid her on her back, ready to turn her head into mush. Everything came back. I remembered all the s~~~ that my ex wives had handed me and I remembered all the s~~~ she herself had handed me. I had rage. I gathered my clothes and left. Borrowed enough money to rent an apartment and slept on the floor in my old sleeping bag until I could afford an air mattress. Meanwhile, the one that I could have sworn was my soulmate bounced back into my life. Right about the time I stopped sleeping on the floor and bought my air mattress. Meanwhile, I found MGTOW. I read it, found out about the red pill, realized it was society that was screwed up, not me and started asking the right questions. I asked this soulmate of mine what she had to offer. What could she bring to the table? Misery? She already ghosted me and broke my spirit, before that she talked me down into the ground. I asked her what she needed in a relationship. She said she needed a man. I laughed and said a real man wouldn’t want a 40 something with a 16yr old, angst-filled gay son and a rude ass 10 year old. I let her know that I wasn’t her atm, her security in this harsh bitter world. That I had removed myself from the confines of society and decided on the road less traveled. I’ll always love her. Always. I would just rather do better for myself and others by being alone. She couldnt understand. Threw herself on me, repeatedly. The best sex I ever had was with her. She had started to slowly hit the wall, but she was still in good enough shape. But I had taken the red pill, there is no going back after it’s been crammed down your throat. I’ll never be married again and this woman will be the last one I loved.
I know that, today, love doesn’t mean a damn thing. That women don’t love like a man does. A woman loves her children, but the man who afforded her those children is expendable.The biggest lie to me was never told, but it was expressed. It was expressed by every woman I met. You need a man, you just haven’t found the right one, keep looking. I was led to believe that I needed a woman to be whole. Fact is, I don’t need to be whole. If you believe in the bible, God took a rib from Adam to make Eve. Adam didn’t need that rib to live. That rib needed Adam though. It still does to this day. July 13th, i went AWOL. November 11th, I knew there wasn’t any going back from MGTOW. To those of you who came before me, I thank you. To those of you who come after me, I welcome you. You’re in the right spot in your life. Feel free to make all the money you want, spend it how you like and answer to no one. If you can walk away from a woman and her ‘assets’, then you’ve simply walked away from a dysfunctional 13yr old maniac with a sociopathic nature.
I became no less than a full grown man with all the strengths and responsibilities endowed to him recently, in no small part to this website and those of you that have posted here. I thank each and every one of you for telling your story and being brothers, not in misery, but in freedom. I swear to God, you’re all f~~~ing geniuses. Glad to have found you and glad to have shared my story. I am free now and in no small part to the writers and contributers here. To the women that read this, your days are numbered, the wall is coming, your true worth is weighed and you have been found lacking. Society needs you. Men do not.
Why vote for a lesser evil? #ICETHEMOUT
Hello y’all I’m new to this and was introduced to it by my homeboy. Man do I wish I founded this site a year ago. I recently left my gf of overall 12 years dating and known her for 14 years. We were high school sweethearts and basically pretty much the only girl I’ve been with on a serious level. We had a 3 year split from 07-10 and those were the best 3 years of my life. Turned 21 in that time frame and till I was 23 spent a lot of time working out working hard and playing hard and crushing ass and going to school for medical. Couldn’t ask for a better life, then all of a sudden my blue pill ass goes off and do something stupid. She returns back into my life and I see she’s struggling and I can’t seem to help myself but wanting to help her because that’s the kind of guy I am, one that help those in need and put others before me(oh how naive I was). She just got kicked out of her own home cuz of her low key pill popping heavy drinking mother. We got close again and next thing you know with a blink of the eye we’re back together she’s crashing at my place and I’m back in it. Don’t get me wrong it was great we connected again like nothing has happened and next thing you know a few months later We get an apartment with another roommate. I found myself now reflecting back in my stupidity and foolish ideologies (the institution of a devoted man working and providing for his woman/ and or family especially driven and beaten in the minds of Hispanic men especially those not born here in America like myself) that I thought were the “right thing to do” I literally been helping her off her feet since she came back into my life. Ive tried to get her high paying jobs with good benefits and she at one point worked with me in the medical field and got her a very well paying office job but somehow never found the drive to do better and or really stay in the job, she always found a way to bitch and complain about the jobs I’ve found her, it sucked because I needed help in paying bills and expenses. I’ve not only put down the asphalt and pave the way myself for her to be in good position It was greeted with negativity and was unappreciated of the efforts I did for her, I endured this for close to 7 years in that time frame we got engaged and were engaged for 3 years and no wedding plans were ever made nor she put any effort to do so. Eventually her lack of trying will continue on and eventually she would spiral downwards and find herself doing small part time jobs just so she can pay her own bills and leave me with pretty much everything else. I started being frustrated and annoyed by her hippie mentality of carefree living when it’s on my expense. I went as far as buying her a nice little sedan because the job she was doing was that of third party delivery service of medical supplies for hospitals. I should probably mention she’s one of those girls that have nothing but guy friends, I started to resent her for the fact I’m literally carrying the relationship and I couldn’t bring my lame ass to leave her because I was afraid of being alone and leaving her stranded. I started to pursue my passion in art( I’ve been an artist since a kid just never made anything of it)and landed a tattoo apprenticeship and learned the hard way that an apprenticeship means sacrificing just about everything especially money. So I worked an overnight job just to keep my artistic aspirations alive and still have a roof over our heads and hoped that my gf would help. NOPE! She only worked for herself and when she did lend a hand on some bills it was followed with nagging and bitching. I resented her even more and for a year this went on while I was still apprenticing and all my money reserves were just about depleted and I’m still scraping by. We stopped having sex for months probably more than 6 months in that year and she started not sleeping with me in the bedroom instead she’ll sleep in the living room because she started to have her bum guy best friend over a lot more than usual and they will constantly smoke weed and watch tv late into the night and get this he’ll sleep over a lot but yet I never said anything about it despite me feeling not all right about it(I’m a sucker). I think I gave up on her and us that I just didn’t give a f~~~ anymore, some of y’all probably shaking your heads right now and I don’t blame ya. She brought the idea of an open relationship via text and somehow I agreed to it (what the f~~~ am I doing?) One month passed in this new relationship status and I noticed she was in more chipper moods and starting seeing things in the bedroom I didn’t want to see like open boxes of condoms inside her night stand drawer( we’ve never used condoms) and a specific bag that had a few vibrators that she would carelessly leave on the floor, one of the rules was that we had was don’t bring no one home so I knew she wasn’t doing this at the apartment(so I thought). Don’t get me wrong I did my part got some oral from some thot one time out of the month but nothing more than that,unfortunately my apprenticeship was still consuming my life. I came to the realization that this isn’t right and so I sat her down and we had a long talk and I broke things off and agreed that I would be out in a few weeks while I get myself situated. So really just a few days after being broken up I come to find out or is a strong speculation that the guy she’s been hooking up with was/is and still is her best friend this f~~~er who is the male version of her in terms of a bum and worked part time job and still lives at home and does nothing but drink and smoke weed with her. I came to find out that my speculation were on point because one day I came back home just after leaving for 2 hours to go to the shop I came back to pick up some designs for a tattoo I had later that day and I wanted to be ready for. I go into the living room and they were just waking up or w.e(on different couches) and to my surprise guess what I see on the floor yup the bag with vibrators and a s~~~ ton of batteries on the coffee table I held in my rage and swallowed my pride(f~~~ing whyyyy) I went into the bedroom and sat there trying to process what I just saw during this time the dude left and when she came in is when I called her out on it and her response was to cry and tell me she has no privacy in the house hold because im in the bedroom and she’s in the living room so her only resort is to pleasure herself in the same room as her bestie??? Lol give me a f~~~ing break! She stormed out and didn’t return till that night. I called my boss that day and told him I wasn’t coming back I grabbed all my s~~~ and left. Moved in with my brother and his wife and my baby nephew. I felt emptiness and absolutely nothing like a void no tears no nothing I felt like a machine with no f~~~s about what just happened. I spent 2 weeks apart and in that time I went through the post breakup glow up as they call it. I should mention at this point in my career I’m starting to establish myself as an artist and starting to make money at the shop like stupid money. I use this new cash flow and change my wardrobe and start dressing like the sauve mother f~~~er I used to dress like when I was 23 but of course I’m still in the stages of not recognizing my emotional state. Despite the new flow of income and looking good and feeling good I did another stupid thing, got involved with a female I met through my sister. This one was different she was very independent and did just fine on her own, is a teacher and works closely with special needs children and was to good to be true, beautiful soul and heart and very smart. We dated for 2 months and treated me like a king, cooked for me and checked in on me always told me she missed me and sent me cute messages made me want to do everything for her. I took her out a lot and treated her to nice day getaways and even took her on a nice weekend getaway just cause we’ve both been swamped with work and needed a well deserved breather. She would constantly remind me she wasn’t used to this kind of treatment as she has dealt with real s~~~ty relationship and we shared similar stories of the last relationship we were in. Oh finally a woman that gets me and shares similar pain. With all good things there’s a catch, hers was dealing with sever depression. She warned me about it just a week or so into us dating but she seemed to always have it in control(oh how naive of me) for the most part we were on the same page and as to what our goals are and where we want to head in life and what we’re looking for in a partner. Turns out her depression gets worse in the winter and I just so happen to pick the perfect time for it. I got iced out for a few days after we just spent an awesome Halloween weekend together and all of a sudden I go from receiving I miss you texts and can’t wait to see you to ice cold silence and like that of a switch she turned herself off to me. She came to the conclusion a few days later she is not in the right state of mind to continue a relationship until she can over come her depression and finally start looking for professional help as she always delt with it on her own. She also felt we were going fast but yet she never voiced it until it was too late. I, like that blue pill guy I was starting to become again have that tendency to somehow always want to support the females in trouble and care for them and for some reason wanted to make it work but we had a long talk and agreed we are better off apart for which was good for both our mental health as that s~~~ is emotionally draining which sucks because she really was a good chick to me but I still feel she wasn’t ready for me mental condition or not and Ive seen this pattern before where every time a good guy comes into the life a woman who’s always been miss treated they retreat and get freaked out by the fact there still good dudes out there so they curve us. I just think she just wasn’t ready to head down that path and isn’t done dating and seeing her options of men(again mental condition or not) and it’s been a month since we last saw each other and I’m trying to stay away as much as possible but I see her doing good for herself in social media outlets and it makes all my assumption right about her and it sucks because when I met her was through my sister and we are all part of the same friends group so I’m always going to see her in any gatherings or parties or in other friends post with her in it and I can’t take down my social media as that’s what I use for my work. I don’t really want to block her as we really didn’t date too long and it seems petty to do so. I don’t want to give her the satisfaction that she “broke” me and I that I couldn’t stand to see her do good. She still will text me here and there to let me know she’s doing ok or see how I’m doing and usually I give her short answers and cut the conversation short I’m not getting sucked in to that again and I’m fine with it because I’m an adult and we can move on without making it weird during gatherings and really at this point I just want to remain friends. Which honestly gents brings me to the best path I’ve chosen in a long time and the one that makes sense. To channel back the young 23 year old self( I’m 30 now) and pick back up the sauve mother f~~~er I was. I was awoken by this last chick, I was a sucker and I can’t believe I let my stupid ideologies of being a good man with morals and the need to start a family take over my very existence. I spent 2 weeks in blue pill hell after this last chick because that finally opened up the flood gates to everything that has happened to me and I spent the 2 weeks processing and grieving the situations and thinking about where did I go wrong? Why did I fail? Why didnt I try harder why didn’t I listen to the signs what kind of man am I? Then my mentor who not only taught me the craft turned out to be my life mentor aswell gave me the best tough love and real talk about women and life of the red pill man. I awoken from my slumber and realized I was chasing an out dated institution that has held us back for too many years. My best friend who also helped me out of my slump showed me the way of the MGTOW and my lord that 23 year old spirit in me has finally awoken and I feel amazing I realized my worth and I have so much to loose by chasing women who will never in return pull their own weight and or never see a good dude in front of them because we’re “too nice” and or “your mr. right just not right now” and so be it, it’s time for affirmative action and I will set the stage for who is allowed in my world. I make killer money and art and dress sharply so they will come to me and I will spin them like plates as I’ve done in my Early 20s. It’s been a month since that last relationship and man since then I’ve completed my apprenticeship and booked flights to Cali for a convention in which we will be a part of and booked flights to Austin Texas right after that for a vacation and I increased my workouts so I’m feeling hella better and looking better, pockets are deeper since I ain’t splurging on ungrateful women and it’s only going up from here. This website has shined a light to my stupidity and I’m grateful to have read that I wasn’t alone or the only one who’ve done stupid s~~~ like this or close or worse to it and that there’s always a positive outcome and realization of pure awesomeness Thanks for reading my intro. Salúd gents!
The younger teenage son came back from out of state visit with my ex. I can tell by what he said that his mom talked to him about stuff. She seems to be trying to exploit him missing her when it was almost time for him to come back up here, to suggest he is old enough to decide to move down there if he wants to.
Coincidentally, she is not working, despite having a master’s degree (and student loans), and her boyfriend has been out of work for 2 months. She doesn’t seem to get that I am not her husbank anymore.
My son is naïve, and thinks he can still visit HERE if he moved to Texas. I have a budget spreadsheet. It is real simple. I would not be able to afford to keep my house, or pay rent in an apartment, to say nothing about paying half of the airfare for visitation. There would simply be no HERE.
A year ago, when the ex left, I had like $44,000 in available credit on credit cards. I now have $106,000 in available credit, which I could use to buy gold. A one-way plane flight to Vietnam only costs $750 and a $105,000 of gold could fund a frugal retirement in Vietnam.
I’m considering the wisdom of putting my cards on the table, with regards to the ex, and letting her know what future she will have if she backs me into a corner. (which is none). And my other parting gift, would be to visit her ex, and let him know that she took his son out of state. If there is an attempt to move this beyond idle talk, I’m afraid I should just put the cards on the table.
Woman caused him to be held back a year because of her failure at home schooling. When we were married, she just homeschooled to have an excuse not to go to a job. My son should be in 9th grade. Now she wants to disrupt s~~~ again. F~~~ that s~~~.
All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.
AnonymousI almost threw it all away yesterday. I almost put my peaceful life, financial freedom, future freedom and possibly my life in danger yesterday. Sure you did May, you overdramatic idiot.
I had the opportunity to visit my brother for Thanksgiving, had a great time. I also visited fellow mgtow brother Oldschool. I think the world of Oldschool, My best friend. For what ever reason he called me at just the right time. to say he saved my life with that phone call would be an understatement.
Oldschool lives within 20 miles of my ex and my lost children. on my way up to see him, the desire to communicate with my 19 year old daughter popped into my head. I have a court order blocking communication with my younger daughter, but not the older daughter, she is an adult.
My brilliant idea was to give my older daughter a note with my email address. As of this moment my children may contact me, if only they had my new phone number, email and address. I would go to her work place and hand her the note, before my surprised daughter could speak to me, I would leave.
If she had my email, she could communicate with me. my younger daughter could communicate with me, and I could have some sort of relationship with my daughters. I was so close to my child in August, randomly finding her in traffic.
I can hear some of you screaming at me, “May, wtf are you thinking?”
The instinct to offer protection or to be with for one’s offspring is incredibly powerful. I wish I could quantify it somehow. the closest I can approximate is if my daughters required it, I would move all of the Sahara Desert, one bucket at a time until the job was done, or I dropped dead.
I wrote my note on a receipt from the gas station that was the pick up point. the note read here is my email, write to me when you are ready…email address@yahoo.com.
I was feeling good, the good intentions in this one little piece of paper, the nearness of my child and the potential to talk to her was exciting. Got on the highway, and my child was 90 minutes away.
the phone rang as i merged onto the highway, Oldschool wanting an ETA, i told him i might be a little late. I told him I wanted to stop by my daughter’s work place and give her my email address.
He told me to stop and think about what that note could mean. thinking rationally was difficult for me at that moment…I was going to set up a communication link with my daughter, what was there to think about? talking to my kid was a good thing, right?
So i thought more about what would happen if the note was delivered. I have had 18 months of peace since moving away from my kids. I would have thrown all that away…the ex could ask a single question and be triggered into a series of actions that would have destroyed me completely. the question would be what is May 7 2020 doing approaching the girl…isnt he supposed to be 2 states away? how did he get there and the big problem is, older daughter would tell mother and younger daughter about the attempt to communicate. this would violate the no contact ruling for my younger daughter. Now i am in contempt of court and would probably have a bench warrant issued for my arrest and transport to the county adult detention facility.
an email from my daughter could have lured me into an unpleasant situation with my ex. unpleasant has a special meaning in this case.
I am sure those of you with expertise could convert an email to an ip address to a real address.
my love for my daughter blinded me to all adverse possibilities to my best intentions. i can not thank oldschool enough for having a different viewpoint here. had i not previously reached out to him in friendship and trust, i would have given my child the note, left the state and gone home anticipating the first of many emails, trying to make up for lost time. the reality is, my apartment would have been overrun by police looking for me.
had i not told him of my plans, and told him later, he would have told me how badly i screwed up. the disastrous consequences of the best intentions would have lead down a bad path with a final ending.
i was reminded that my pseudonym here means not only the date when financial obligations are may be lifted, but also when the non contact order for a minor child is lifted. i was so focused on the financial aspect of Judge F~~~wit’s ruling, that I completely lost sight of the other equally important component.
How many of you, knowing my situation and the temptation of seeing a long lost child would have attempted to make contact? She is my beloved daughter, only a few miles down the road, so close so close to be able to tell her how proud i was of her. how i wanted her to be able to contact me if she wanted to. so close, just a few minutes in the car, deliver the note and then meet up with oldschool for lunch.
leaving the state 2 1/2 years ago was physically painful, and the lies the ex told my children must have been too much for my kids to endure for them to tell their father to get out of their lives. a chance to get my side of the story, some basic communication the good intentions were such powerful points.
there are several lessons to be learned here.
#1 reach out to fellow MGTOW brothers. use them as sounding boards, use their experiences and objective opinions to avoid f~~~ing up horribly like I almost did.
#2 Patience and maintain frame. things happen for a reason, often unseen consequences will be troublesome. no contact means no contact through direct and indirect means.
#3 admit mistakes and post them as instructional and cautionary tales. my problems are not unique. yep, someone else would be this stupid to do what i almost did.
#4 a blue pill friend would have told me any type of communication channel with my long lost children was better than no communication. blue pill advice like this would get me arrested or killed.
#5 love makes men do stupid things. of course my daughter would tell her mother I tried to contact her at work, and the phone call to the police would be for a stalking or harassing charge.
#6 the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
#7. freely admit absolute idiocy, so that others may learn. my stupidity here knows no limits.
#8 as men we are conditioned to cover up mistakes and move forward with little emotion. that may not best strategy all the time.
Thank you Oldschool for your friendship and your timely phone call. As we discussed later in the day, this simple note would have led to ruination, misery, and doom.
AnonymousTopic: Facebook and YouTube
This is my first time streaming in “Computers, Games and Technology” as I am by no means a tech-wiz. I couldn’t find a more appropriate forum to post this. When I was in school, the only keyboards I knew were on a typewriter or piano. My first time facing a PC used DOS in College and no one typed “www”. So if I am naïve to things, please understand my ignorance:
Facebook gets alot of flack at MGTOW but I can’t put it down completely. After separating with my wife and before I knew of MGTOW, I used Facebook to cry out to friends and distant family. Perhaps that wasn’t a good idea but at the same time, I’m still here. I knew I had no chance just sitting in my home and saying nothing to anyone. I was facing a breakdown so bad that I couldn’t be understood on the phone at times. I wanted to die and started making plans for my final solution. I mapped out plans to drive off a cliff I knew in the Cherokee Forest the next day, I guessed that a 3,000 foot drop would do the job. Besides my Dachshund, Facebook was my first step towards surviving my ordeal after Christmas/2016. After that, I went to YouTube and that is where I found a dude named Sandman. This lead me to others until I had to check out this MGTOW thing for myself.
Both Facebook and YouTube have done some things I STRONGLY disagree with as do viewers and posters, I hope they can turn things around! Still, I am sure I am not the only MGTOW that used these sites to survive and/or find MGTOW. In fact, I would guess we are the majority of MGTOW members. For this reason, I cannot agree with those who say not to use one or either of these sites. I refuse to denounce anything that gives men hope in desperation. I expect to draw some flack for this stream but I am starting to get used to it. I do not wish to create disagreement but I believe I have a valid point. To tell a man not to use everything at his disposal to survive puts his blood on your hands. I don’t care if it is internet sites, religion/spirituality (or lack of), a hobby, a dog or a fuc-ing door knob. My brother, when a man is looking at death, he should reach out to whatever branch he can find. Why does MGTOW exist but to help men who were as desperate as me? Again, perhaps I am ignorant…
In order to start of on the right foot here, I’ll endeavor to introduce myself.
Engineer by education and training, 2 patents Design Engineer for 20 yrs. Executive Mgr for 20 years with international travel, working in semiconductors, industrial control and medical devices.
Retired at 64. One marriage enlistment starting in 1972. Divorced in 2006. multiple children, multiple grandkids.
Live alone. currently in LTR, though do not cohabitate and nor financially support. Now to the interesting stuff. My awareness into men’s issues started in 1987 after SHTF in the marriage.
There was an increasing high level of conflict, so I started going to a Men’s Center in our community (because after all I was the sick one).
The center’s thrust/concept was basically “we’re here to help you get over and manage “YOUR ANGER” problems. Funny thing was, I didn’t go there to solve anger problems as I went their to figure what the hell was going on and why I was getting pummeled by the bitch I was living with.
After all, I was doing everything that I was supposed be doing. Protect, provide and support the princess that I was married to. I wasn’t perfect, but I was trying, believing that, “well there must be something wrong with me” or she wouldn’t be acting that way. A few months later, I was invited to a weekend training retreat, called the “New Warrior Training Weekend”. They later changed it to the “Mankind Project” (kind of funny, I guess they felt the original name wasn’t PC enough) located in Wisconsin and started by men named, Rich Tosi, Bill Kauth and Ron Hering.
All are well known and their names are public, by the way. There main thrust was male initiation, male bonding and acceptance of responsibility. I participated in this group for many years staffing the weekends and maintaining a cadre of close male friends, seeking enlightenment as to wtf was going on.
Their main premise was “suck it up, take responsibility and be a MAN. What they didn’t teach, was that the whole western world is programmed to “f..k men”. During this time of course the marriage continued, but more cracks started appearing, oft about money, work hours, insufficient time I spent at home. It’d seem we were always short of money. It didn’t matter how hard I worked or much I sacrificed. She spent it faster, than I could make it, with no thought of future consequence. She kept stating that I was the one with the “money issue”. I always thought it was ironic.
At work, I controlled a $6 million budget in a $100 million dollar high tech. business, had 70 men working for me, dozens of projects scattered all over the world and I couldn’t control my own personal budget and was living paycheck to paycheck. I was like a never ending fountain of life energy, to be sucked up, used and p~~~ed away. Of course my spouse, only worked marginally outside the home, the money was hers to spend as she wanted, and of course what I earned was hers.
Efforts to get her employed brought extreme anger, rage and resentment. How dare I suggest her doing that. “Wasn’t the fact they she bore our children, enough?” She was in therapy during this time, literally for 14 years at $100 an hour, and of course after the first ten sessions were over, insurance stopped. Her PHD shrink even included her in one of his books.
When it wasn’t mental therapy, it was acupuncture or something else. Anything and everything to help herself feel better.
It didn’t matter that it was at somebody else’s expense, after all “she deserved this”. During this time she started Grad School, go ahead and guess, you can do it………Psychology. This was during the time, Feminazi Mary Daly was spouting off her BS, and of course momma bought it hook, line, sinker and boat. All the ills of society, you know, that stinking male toxicity that controls the whole world and subjugates poor helpless females, became mine to bear. One day in 2002 after taking a full hour of verbal abuse and rage (picture yourself sitting in a chair, in a corner, back to the wall, saying “NOTHING” listening to a raging rant), I finally got up and went into the next room closed the door and got on my computer. I thought.. “I didn’t deserve that!!” A small glimmer of self awareness invaded the black hole of hell I was in. I type two words into my computer….”emotional abuse”. Searching, scrolling clicking for hours.
Then a site came up called “BPD Central”, by forum creator Randy Krieger. In there I read about her book called “Walking On Eggshells”, describing the attributes of a personality disorder called “Borderline Personality Order”. Guess what,…. my loving spouse had 9 out of 10 traits. (What Paul Elam says about BPD women is absolutely on track. They are Hell incarnate.) And the books general summation advice was, “you didn’t cause it, you can’t control it, you can only get out of the way” Ahhhhhhh. New knowledge, I wasn’t totally crazy, “thank you Jesus.” Some time passed and my youngest left home and joined the Marines slightly before 911.
Another glimmer of light entered the Hell hole.
I felt released from anymore family obligations. (Point of fact, here… I get along great with the kids and still do.) Shortly there after my daughter separates from her husband and moves back into the family home. Small home, cramped conditions and the spouse, starts going into crazy mode.
It was her birthday and so my daughter and I went out bought her special food (she was a Vegan convert) and planned a birthday party for her later in the day. I was in the garage speaking with my daughter, and suddenly kitchen cupboard doors start slamming. We both looked at each other and said “what did we do?” The food we had bought suddenly flew out the front door and land on the front yard grass amid screaming and ranting.
Oh boy, here we go again.
I calmly walked upstairs and retook the “chair of shame”, back to wall, arms folded saying nothing. Ranting, raging, accusations, anger all directed at me for this new unseen life complication. Then she said.. her magic line power line, oft heard so many times before…. “If you don’t change, I’m divorcing you”…… And I said 2 words.. “Done Deal”. My mind was made up and there was no going back. More to follow on my “Life with a BPD Feminazi Psychologist”
Why talking about religion on MGTOW is just a tire fire.
Endless threads on religion and “back and forth” arguments between opponents only scratch the surface.
All religions and the churches that represent them are interwoven with the political systems of countries.
And the political leaders “follow the money” and get their donations / bribe money from big industry conglomerates.So – all churches will logically follow the big agenda. Most “major” churches are funded by the state and lose that funding in case of disobedience.
No church will ever tell you about truths and wake you up to the flaws of our system.
The church will let you down and “sell you down the river” not to offend it’s “money sources”.
Best example: No church will ever tell you about cancer clusters around phone masts because they make a s~~~load of money from having them installed in their elevated church towers.
Time for a “new wave” Martin Luther to point out and publish their hypocrisy.
That is where we come in:
When we (finally) start to talk about the real causes of misery on this planet then the secret services will put a death order on each and every one of us…
Ever wondered why they consider us “hate speech” for just warning other men of the dangers “the system” brings?
We are striking a bundle of nerves here.
But once we go deeper, then we break the spine of the system.
MGTOW (and all “accompanying” mindsets) is the only thing that can take down this system. And that’s what they are all afraid of.
They are afraid of churches losing followers, the marriage and divorce industry going to s~~~ and that millions are no longer to be made in the “domestic violence” sector…
They are afraid of banks collapsing because no man goes deeply in debt anymore (to please his nagging and demanding c~~~)
They are afraid of losing useless industries with overpriced products: Jewelry, cosmetics, mansions built from cardboard, fashion clothing…
These are exactly the high revenue industries that pay for the huge estates and car collections of the leaders and the donations (aka bribes) to the political leaders.
Without our slave labor money, they are going to have to work.
The problem we have with „women” is just a side-arm of all problems. It was “big-agenda TV” that f~~~ed them up most.
Now they are losing “TV”… Because men walk away and advertising revenues drop.
To the industrial elites, we are cancer because we wake people up.
In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim (.pdf file)
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