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Topic: Small town, Saturday night
This happened a little while ago. I’m reluctant to even post about it, but think it may be relevant.
I went to a restaurant/bar in my very small farm town. I’ve made a point to avoid its establishments since I moved there, always driving the extra 20 minutes to a larger town. I prefer to not be bothered and having lived in several small towns previously, I’ve learned ghosting is the best approach. I was reminded why in an epic way!
It took about 3 seconds. Everyone stopped and stared. Voices lowered to a whisper. These people were bored! Within minutes a guy sat next to me and started small talk. I drank my beer. Then his wife joined us. Beer. then another guy and girl. Beer. Soon the entire place had introduced themselves and were being overly friendly. I instantly recognized the situation and should’ve left immediately. I’ve been through an appraisal process before. Hell, I’ve been part of one before.
I decided to play a couple games of pool with the one guy. Meanwhile his wife started texting. Minutes later a girl came in and gave her a hug. Come to find out it’s THE TOWNS TOKEN SINGLE MOTHER! I hate small towns sometimes. Suddenly I realized the depth of my situation. I instantly switched to drinking water. Locals kept trying to order me beer. I absolutely won’t drive drunk or buzzed. I’m also not leaving my truck behind!
The other problem with small towns is once people make up their mind about a stranger, it sticks.
I have business aspirations down the road so tact was needed. I’m not good at tact. I’m terrible at drunken tact. My tongue was practically bleeding by the end of the night.
The whole place was in a lively mood when I discovered the next pool game was actually doubles. Yup! A drunk MGTOW and the towns single mother were teamed up for the bars biggest game of irony.
Women were already smiling at her and trying their best to pry information out of me. They’d whisper to me what an amazing woman she is. She’s been through so much. When they asked questions I was stubbornly vague. I was also cornered like a rat until I could sober up completely.
Rather than being hen pecked to death,I chose to go on the offensive. I asked single mum about herself. She opened the flood gates of her tainted dark soul. I got her going on her ex. I got her talking about her kid. I got her talking about her ex again. She spoke about how hard she works (part time) and how tough single motherhood is. She bragged she won custody of the kid… slamming her ex who wasn’t there to defend himself (works full time). She spewed on about her boss and coworkers. By the end of it she was drinking like a sailor and calling me “hun”!
She even tried to make group plans for me to go along with for the next weekend. I politely declined. By now other women were stepping in trying to get her to shut up. She was s~~~ hammered and running in full princess mode. Their little plot had failed.
Even the guy’s that struck me as blue pill, knew she blew it. They really didn’t care either way, only their wives or girlfriends did. Her narcissism was on full display. She had no clue.
When I finally left I assessed the damages from the night. They knew my first name, not my last. Nobody knows were I actually live. Nobody knows where I work. I only bought drinks for myself. Some poor child of a single mother is tucking himself into bed. Another single mom had shown her desperation and lack of value. I absolutely wasted my entire evening.
Topic: Paper Street
When I got divorced in 2008 I moved back to my home town and bought an old house for cheap. It was in an older crime ridden neighborhood but had 6 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and I bought it with a view to subdividing it and renting a few suites. Plans got away from me and I didn’t finally move out and rent it out until last year.
In the interim it became a little like the “Paper Street” house from Fight Club, without the anarchy and domestic terrorism. I would let out rooms at $300 a pop, including all utilities, wi-fi , cable etc… to men who had recently divorced or left the GF’s and needed a safe place to land and collect themselves while they rebuilt their lives and finances. It was good for everyone: these men didn’t have a lot of money and their rent helped me financially.
I always told them when they moved in they could stay as long as they wanted but I hoped they would move out at some point because it meant their lives were getting better.
I had one guy who became one of my best friends and stayed there for the last 6 years. Last year he lent me a good sum of money to fix the roof. It was very kind of him and since he was enjoying living there and planning on staying, we agreed that in a year (2017) I would repay him by adding him on title, so he had equity in the house he was living in.
But that deal fell apart because of….. you guessed it a bitch. He informed me 3 months ago he wouldn’t be staying on as he was going to buy a house with his girlfriend and he wanted to be repaid immediately.
I had a few stressful months figuring out how to repay him. The house appraised for less than I thought and two of the other tenants moved out, leaving me short. But because I am a banker and good with finances I got it all sorted out.Meanwhile… he and his girlfriend have been looking for houses for 3 months and despite the fact they have enough to buy a decent house they haven’t found one yet because she is an entitled princess. A realtor friend called me and said she is driving him nuts, asking to see a dozen houses a day, finding faults with every one and then blaming the realtor. The realtor I talked to, who I know from the industry, said he is the 3rd realtor she has hired but she still can’t find a house.
Now, because I have the whole house rented to a new tenant for Sept 1st, my friend is homeless and moving in with his GF’s parents, he is 35 and she is 28 and a typical millennial.
IN conclusion two points: 1.) I as a man put a roof over a brother’s head for 6 years and it takes a bitch but a year to make the man homeless. I had to see his GF a lot over the last few months because I was back and forth at the rental dealing with s~~~ and they were living there. She was a major bitch to me and I finally overheard an argument they had where she was blaming me for their situation because he lent me the money and she says that delayed their house purchase. Which is total bulls~~~ projecting. It’s not my fault princess can’t find her castle. They have no sense of loyalty or past. The fact that I took care of her boyfriend for 6 years and did a lot of s~~~ for him means nothing. All that matters is I was a few weeks late paying him back. Funny how as soon as she finds out he is coming into a bit of money its time to go house shopping.
2.) This mini financial crisis was very stressful for me. I suffer from a lot of anxiety, generally, and this financial problem caused me sleepless nights….. BUT… every day I woke up grateful I didn’t have some bitch attached to me while I dealt with this financial problem. Like I need someone nagging me about money, second guessing me and criticizing my every move without offering help. It’s not like a woman is going to pick up a hammer or fix the sink or patch the drywall or have any helpful suggestions about reorganizing my finances to pay my buddy back. This financial crisis really taught me what dead weight they are.
Topic: Captain America – Hero Again
Well color me surprised, the people that Marvel is/was catering to, do not spend money on comics.
A lot of B.S. spin but in a nutshell it was ‘their plan all along’. Yeah, right.
After months of a controversial storyline in which Marvel Comics turned Captain America into a fascist dictator in a reality where World War Two was won by the evil, Nazi-like organization Hydra, Marvel is dumping the storyline and returning the Captain to being a hero.
Topic: Greetings
Hi all,
Glad to be part of a forum of like minded men.
I’ve read quite a few stories on here and I guess I’ll share mine.Mine started back when I was 19, young and stupid ( even though I thought I knew everything at the time) it was at that young age that I learned I was going to be a father, doing what I thought was the right thing, and it was. I married what was then my high school sweetheart. I wanted to make sure that any offspring of mine was raised by me and not someone else. We struggled like most young couples in that situation do, but persevered. I thought I was living the typical American life. I never knew a thing about the true nature of women or how diabolically cold and calculating they were. I thought that my little sweetheart was incapable of any major wrongdoing. Fast forward 28 years and two more kids later and I was about to be handed a lesson that would forever change my life.
To say that we had a blissful marriage would be a lie, but for the most part it wasn’t too bad, she did spend far too much money but what woman doesn’t? I took my blue pills and thought that it was “just the way things were”. While we did struggle for the first few years I ended up starting my own business at age 29 and it was a near overnight success. Looking back, that’s when the changes really started to happen with the dear wifey. All of a sudden there was money and lots of it. First I bought her her first new car, then I build her a new house, not that there was a thing wrong with the one we lived in. She always drove a newer vehicle than I did. I worked up to 80 hours a week to grow my business and to secure a future for my two daughters and one son. I swear she shopped for 80 hours a week sometimes. That materialistic parasite filled a 3000+ Sq Ft house with every useless trinket you can think of, nothing but junk. No matter how much I made she could spend it all if I let her. Guess what most of our arguments were about? That’s right MONEY!
As if that wasn’t bad enough, with every kid she had she put on more and more weight, totally obese by the time my son came along.
Let me tell you guys something, if you want an exercise in futility, try getting a domesticated female off of her fat ass to exercise and eat right. Something new to fight about if I dared mention it.
Now, my ex was probably the most shy and timid woman that I ever knew so her cheating on me or otherwise betraying me and our family was something that I never even thought possible. Add in a gastric bypass ( surgery for those too f~~~ing lazy to try and lose the weight by natural means) and all of a sudden the little bitch starts hatching a different personality. She lost almost all of her excess weight and to be honest was looking pretty good. At least when she had clothes on,LOL.
So now that she lost all of the weight that never should have accumulated on her carcass in the first place she started spending even more of my money, I was on a first name basis with the UPS driver as he was delivering packages on at the very least a weekly basis. Not to mention that the mailbox was always full of either parcels or the statements to pay for all of the s~~~ she bought. To be fair, she did have a good job and made money, but she could spend both paychecks on absolutely nothing, in fact I think she thought it was her birthright to do so. Last year I finally found out that her betrayal of me and my kids went far deeper.
Two years ago I had set her up in an even better job, closer to home, less stress, easier work for more money. How did she repay me? The better part of 2016 was a journey through hell for me,constant emotional abuse, threats of divorce. And the best part she started having an affair with a guy she worked with in the new job I got for her. I never would have known if I hadn’t listened to the little voice in my head, She had to travel overnight to my daughters house for a doctor’s appointment related to her gastric bypass operation, something told me that things were off and I planted a digital recording device in her car. BEST THING I EVER DID IN MY LIFE! And also the worst. Low and behold, the faithful wife and mother was setting up a rendezvous with her coworker at a hotel room to polish his knob. All caught on tape. A week before our 29th wedding anniversary no less 🙁
When she got back home the next day I retrieved my recorder and was totally devastated by what I heard. Long story short, I lost it. I spent the next three days not eating or sleeping and growing more and more angry with each passing moment. I nearly committed suicide and I ended up threatening the scumbag that had the affair with my now ex wife and got arrested for the first time in my life at 48 years old. Still shoveling in the blue pills I tried everything to try and patch up my marriage, I’m not a quitter I agreed to counseling (something I swore I’d never do.) The day before Valentine’s day this year we have our final argument and I warned her that if she walked out on me and my son that she would not be coming back through the door. Out the door she went, never looked back. I swallowed my first red pill right then and there and said enough of this crap. I fought for what was rightfully mine and ended up keeping my house and nearly everything in it and my teenage son lives with me, we have cut almost all ties with that ungrateful wench and even my two daughters can’t stand her. My kids know the sacrifices and hard work that I did so that they could start out well in life. There is soooooo much more to my story but suffice to say, I’m a better man after all of this and I will never be mistreated and/or used by a splittail ever again. I take my red pill daily and I’m feeding my son the red pill as well so that he doesn’t end up in the same boat as me.
Less than a month after my divorce the little whore has gotten remarried to a different guy she has only known for a couple of months. I know that poor chump is in for a fleecing.
I guess some women have to go through their midlife crisis before they start riding the c~~~ carousel.I’m know that I’m one of the rare instances of a guy coming out on top in the divorce and I’ll NEVER get married again, ever. I doubt my son ever will either.
You would have better luck finding the Loch Ness monster hanging out with Santa Claus and Elvis in El Dorado than finding a liberal with a lick of common sense or integrity.
Hello everyone – I recently swallowed the red pill, and am starting to understand this unbelievable power. I also really appreciate all of the shared wisdom that’s being expressed on here and in this community. I have a father who has been a part of my life for the last 27 years (he’s married to my mom, and I do appreciate everything they have done for me). However, I am faced with a predicament.
This past January (before I broke it off with my girlfriend of 2 years this past month), we purchased tickets to Thailand together. We are going to be on the flight there and coming back only (I haven’t finalized my itinerary for the entire trip there). This past month/year has been a challenging one with growing my business and I still want to go on the trip – its really the only reward I created for myself. My main concern though is temptation.
I haven’t seen her in a few weeks and I was very attracted to her. I am vowing to not have sex with another woman until I get my business going and have achieved everything I want. I did want to hear some other people’s thoughts on my situation and would be grateful to hear any wisdom from those who may have been in similar situations.
Thank you again gentlemen – your advice is much appreciated.
Sharing custody and/or only being able to see your kids every other weekend.
Because I couldn’t do it. No kids over here thanks to the vasectomy I got back when I was a blue piller, smashing & thrashing holes.
But hypothetically, if I was on the verge of losing custody of my dog due to a slut:
I wouldn’t let him go. The stand off outside Sky HQ would make Waco (Texas) and Ruby Ridge (Idaho) look like a misunderstanding at a playground.
I would go tactical. LOL And there wouldn’t be a parenting plan or a schedule on when I get to see him.
I would have the windows boarded up. Strategic points of defense with a final fall back position inside. And they would finally get through only to find my dog with a shot to the Head and me laying next to him in what would be a final Samurai last stand as tear gas filled the place.
But they would have never taken him back to the c~~~ or got me alive.
And I would have expected a full siege by the FBI, ATF, etc. Even special forces outside.
Because some things are worth fighting for.
Mad props and a shout out to all of the guys that have had their God given rights to be father’s taken away. You are stronger than me in that sense.
And to those of you with son’s that you think are being brainwashed by mommy:
My dad left when I was a year old and I never knew him.
But at about the age of 12, I sat quietly one day when my mother was in the midst of a massive BPD, bipolar meltdown. And I knew. I knew at that point why he left. And I harbored no bad feelings towards him: A man I never even knew.
DEO VINDICE
How is, was, or will be your life’s natural turning point the 30 year old man?
For starters, my father told me to watch my Jewish friend and business partner when he turns 30, he said he had a Jewish friend that when he hit 30 it was like a light went off in his head and within a year he was into bottling packaging, and marketing goods, as kids we were putting together vinyl repair kits in one of his schemes.
30:EPISODE I.
Back to my friend that turned 30. He took off and abandoned all his friends for a life in the sticks with his newlywed, he dissolved most his life long friendships, our business, and took allot of people for a ride over a proverbial cliff by dissolving all his commitments, taking the money and running, everyone that knew him got burned for what he could burn them, including myself on an expensive piece of equipment he held the receipt on and threatened police action if I tried to seize it for collateral while he was burning everyone else. The kinda s~~~ people catch a beating for, and he got away unscathed but karma was sure to follow!
Last I heard about him his wife became a cougar and started club hopping and f~~~ing like a teenager after 20 years of marriage, he got the kids, the house, and from what I gather just about everything, I’m guessing she really s~~~-the-bed and became all f~~~ed up. He has some gold held in customs in some foreign ass backwards country and he can’t afford the tariff or tax to export it, so he’s turned to some of his old friends that politely told him to go f~~~ himself! I wouldn’t give the SOB a single cent! (not that he asked)
30: EPISODE II.
Time to grow up. I started saving for a house at 30, by 33 I purchased a dilapidated wreck @auction and went through it without taking out a mortgage, by 36 it was livable and occupied but nowhere near finished, I had painted plywood floors and nailed down hardwood one room, one hall, and one section at a time, including tile and woodwork, the wood (oak) was purchased at an exotic wood supplier for less than the cost of pine, but had to be edged straightened, planed, sanded, shaped, and finished, lotta work!
30: EPISODE III.
I was incarcerated by my GF calling the cops knowing I would be screwed for operating without a license.
Away I went, off to jail, four months wasted and all my stuff plundered and stolen from my apartment, I got the apartment just after moving out of a motorhome parked in a mill complex. That was a souring event that disenchanted me about women, one other women after her that was married then I was ALL F~~~ING DONE! Age 35, F~~~ OFF AND DIE! That was the final shot! Head ball, off 3 banks and in the side pocket! My brains were f~~~ing scrambled!
Within a year I was in flight school flying a plane, and skiing 50 to 75 days a season! Instead of working on the house during the impossible winter I got ski houses with friends and went skiing EVERY WINTER! That’s why it took over 5 years to move into the resurrected house!30 years old we break free or go under.
EPISODE IV.
30 years old I decided to become a teenager again just like them, but in a much different way, I was the one that became free and they’re the ones that became ensnared by loneliness and emptiness that will follow them to the grave, only because to a 30 year old MGTOW Peter Pan, women are already dead and buried!
I do know one thing for sure, at 30 a good man’s life becomes SWEET and for modern women life becomes ROTTEN.
Women are in their beauty and glory for only 10 to 15 years, after that it’s all
downhillCLIFF!What’s your 30 year old story or aspirations?
Where do you hope to be at this life’s natural turning point?
What’s your 30 year old story? MGTOW only please, all other stories SUCK! (just kidding)
Uncontested divorce hearing in 9 days. Hopefully that will be an uneventful day marked only by everything going as written and planned in separation agreement (and in ex’s response to divorce petition paperwork).
August 30 would thus be delineated as the start of the “Golden Age” of Ranger One.
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.

