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Topic: I'm Not Crazy After All….
I discovered this little slice of Nirvana (AKA MGTOW) after reading an article by Milo Yiannopoulos. I no sooner hit the home page when I realized I was home at last.
I am a Retired Marine Officer, living alone in the beautiful Blueridge Mountains of North Carolina. Three years ago I ended a marriage of 23 years that, in retrospect, was only a marriage of 3 years. The remaining 20 were spent in a form of indentured servitude with principal responsibilities of killing bugs, fixing things around the house, accepting the blame for all the perceived “bad” things that happens (If memory serves, I believe I accepted that I was the person on the “Grassy Knoll” when Kennedy was assassinated). I also accepted that I must be the one responsible for the loss of her phone charger, the cob webs in the corner of the kitchen, and any particle of dust or dirt found anywhere in the house.
To say it was a miserable existence would most certainly be a gross understatement.
Sometime during year 12 of this marriage SHE decided that she couldn’t get any sleep because I was constantly wrapping my arms around her during the night. An offense so egregious that separate sleeping arrangements were demanded.
Depression and thoughts of suicide set in. There must certainly be something wrong with me I concluded. Why to I constantly feel disthymic? Why do I constantly feel worthless and without purpose? Monthly visits to a Psychiatrist as a result of a diagnosis of “Major Depression Disorder” were part and parcel of my life. I was prescribed enough antidepressant medication to sedate a large circus animal. All, it seems, to no avail.
She had, what I would consider, an obsession for money and the collection thereof. In an attempt to avoid the trap of “Financial arguments are the root of most divorces” I applied logic and, what I believed common sense, and turned over every cent I made to her. How and where it was kept I have, to this day, not a clue. However, after some simple calculations I was able to conclude she controlled over $800,000. I controlled the .37 cents in my pocket as well as three lint-covered Tic-Tacs. She was very adept at cornering me to ask what I purchased from a Shell Gasoline Station that cost $27.56. Her access to the one joint account we had ensured I was kept under constant control and supervision.
One morning I opened the underwear drawer of my cloths dresser and noticed it was near empty. “OH MY GOD” I had better do the laundry today or she will be extremely unhappy. But buried deep in the drawer, hidden under several pair of boxers, I saw something strange. I pulled it out from beneath the stack, unfolded them and held them up in front of me. There, emblazoned across the front of the boxer shorts of the purest white, in bright bold letters were the words “Big Boy Pants – Wear At Your Own Peril”. I started to put them on, anxious and fearful of the consequences. They felt comfortable. Maybe a bit lose in the crotch but I figured I had bought them before my testicles were removed at the marriage alter. My God! I feel like I’ve been given Super Powers. I feel, dare I say, like a MAN!
That night when she arrived home from work, she immediately began her ritual of clearing everything from the kitchen counter in order to clean the coffee grounds I had let spill on the counter, obviously because I did not care about her or all the horrible things imposed on her at work. Interestingly, I had not made any coffee at the house for several months simply to avoid the inevitable spate of accusations each evening.
I snapped! My mind flashed the words “THIS IS B*LL SH*T!” like a bright neon sign in my mind.
“I’m leaving,” I said, “I’ve simply had enough.” “I’ve come to the realization that there is nothing, absolutely NOTHING that I can possibly do that will make you happy. I refuse to live like this any longer”
The first words from her mouth were shocking, but in retrospect, certainly not surprising, “We need to get your name off the title for the house as soon as possible” Those words alone, told me that I wasn’t crazy or depressed and that I was finally doing what is right for me, my life, and my sanity.
“What did I want in division of our joint assets?” she asked. My reply, “Nothing You can have the house, and all the money.” Sure I may have walked away from a very lucrative settlement but by giving her everything, there was nothing to contest. Should she try to contest, I would start asking for division of all the money and sale of the house; something I knew she could not bear.
I purchased a 116-year old home in the small town of Mount Airy, NC and moved in three months before the divorce was finalized. (Side Note: My lawyer said he had never handled a divorce that went through so quickly before. Obviously my plan was working). I now live alone with my two best buddies, “Sheldon” and “Penny”. Two of the most beautiful Bull Terriers you would ever see.
I’ve never been happier. During the closing, the closing attorney asked “What made you decide to move here?” I replied, “I can only answer your question, with a question. Who is John Galt?” He looked at me and smiled. He understood. “I’ve never received a more enlightened answer during my entire career in law”, he replied. We exchanged the secret wink and nod of the head that only those familiar with the writings, nay prophesies, of the late Ayn Rand secretly understand.
I’ve since lost all friendships I had while married for doing such a terrible thing. Strangely, the “Give A Sh*t” app on my cell phone registers nary a single bar. I live off the grid in a peaceful and serene town.
While this small town lacks many, if not all, of the amenities of a larger city, I don’t miss a single one of them. Granted, family trees here resemble a telephone pole and we have the only WalMart with a “Ten Teeth or Less” checkout lane, but at least we have the things men find most important – a traditional hardware store, a gun shop, and a business that continues to sell the Confederate Flag. When my neighbors first asked my reason for moving here I responded, “This is where the Witness Protection Program thought I would be safest”. Little did know the benefits of such an absurd declaration. I haven’t received a single visit by a Jehovah Witness, Mormon Missionary, or Door-to-Door Salesman. People walking their dogs cross the street when approaching my house out of fear that their pet will “do his business” on my lawn.
Because of a very generous retirement check from the military and disability benefits from the Veterans Administration, I live a rather comfortable life. I work on my house, come and go as I please, and am never questioned about the number of glasses of Scotch I’ve had.
If I have any regrets it is only that I did not find those “Big Boy Boxers” earlier in my life.
There are two rules for success: 1. Never tell everything you know.
Hi guys!
I didn’t find a similar topic, so I ask it here.I have been MGTOW in the last 2 years. After I broke up my GF I had a lot of free time, and good mood and good productivity, most of the time.
But nowadays, I have bad mood. I am mentally tired at the end of the working time at 6 pm or so. (especially if it was a boring day with minimal productivity and lot of bulls~~~) and after work, I have in theory I have 5 more hours to 11 pm. (Even if I’m mentally tired, I cannot sleep earlier) I could -in theory- do a lot of simple things in that time (household work, repair or tinker my bike, go for a long bike ride, or whatever), but I just somehow do not feel like doing it. This was the same today, and I just wonder where all my time disappeared, all I did and for what I remember is shopping and starting the washing machine and internet browsing. And I keep lagging behind my plans of lot of little things to do in the nights in order to make my bike into the best condition and pack the bag for Saturday when I might have time for a 100 km ride.
Also, even if I wake up at 7 am by myself, I cannot get myself out of bed until something like 8 (at least I live 1 km next to workplace, that one is good for me.) I drink a lot of coffee (4-5) during the day, but it does not help much on the boring days. Even on normal days I’m suspicious that workplace coffee is some weak placebo, the one I cook home at least has three times the effect, on weekends I can go with just 1-2 home-cooked strong coffees.
Before going to bed, sometimes 1-2 beers or cups of red wine and some metal music helps to push my mental state more up, but it is just not enough, and if I drink more than two, I get a hangover and probably wake up 4 am thirsty with headache and after not enough sleep and cannot sleep back. So this also does not work.
I was also working out (well, that was long time ago) and it slightly helped me to sleep, but did not help anything with my s~~~ty body shape (I was 10 kg less, still had steak belly even if I have strong abs underneath. even when I was 16 with 65 kg and 170 cm and one of the strongest guys in class and good at swimming, I had the same ugly belly.) Also, I experienced something, that is called “runners high” , when I was running for 40+ minutes, but that is not a “high” just a neutral feeling instead of boredom, and my head was empty. (most of the time the one treadmill in the gym was occupied…), but there was the same feeling while I was riding bike in the big sunshine on an empty road for hours without meeting anyone and listening to radio. Nowadays I don’t hit the gym, because it takes a lot of free time in one piece to go there, change clothes (30 min) do the workout while waiting for others on the same machine, and do some treadmill or other cardio or fat-burning afterwards when I am finally there (1.5-2 hours) and shower, dry off, cool down(so that I don’t sweat the new clothes again), and change clothes and go home (1 hour) so it is 3 hours in total. I’m waiting any tips to speed this up. In winter, I tend to have more trouble with clothing and time. I also have to find a gym where there are enough machines and stuff so that I don’t need to wait that much. S~~~ I even had to wait a lot to have an available case in the changing room.
I also take multivitamins and magnesium pills daily, and try to eat healthy food. I never eat sweets I don’t even like it. Even if my mother makes a cookie, I tell her to minimize sugar (and she does). My belly more likely may just be due to my too big appetite (and I enjoy any tasty spicy food with some chili and meat).
TL,DR: I feel tired, work has boring days, caffeine helps minimally, alcohol even less, workout needs to be heavily optimized but also does not help much to my mood. I’m also above 30, so my testosterone and metabolism may be less optimal than in my younger ages. What the hell should I do to fix my mood?
Topic: The silent treatment
This mighty s~~~ test, huh?
By not talking, a woman may feel she is punishing her man when in fact it’s a welcome relief from the constant harping and bitching a man has to listen to on a regular basis.
The hamster is in overdrive here at FTA’s plantation. I’m one of the former beta’s that married and had a few kids. 10yrs down the road things aren’t so rosy. SAHM’s feeling extra entitled these days despite not having a care in the world except for looking after the kids and tidying from time to time.
Your’s truly was on the last few days of his holidays, and decided it was time to go for a solo night to a friends house for a holiday wind up beer night. Told the missus, I’m heading over to ********’s place for a few drinks, I’ll be home later. Enjoy the rest of the evening with the kids.
Comical, the way they feel affronted when not asked for permission. Here’s a hint ladies (if you’re reading this), do your part, and give your man a reason to want to stay home. Don’t assume that you always have control, remember, if you push a man too far, sooner or later too far becomes away (badly quoted, I know)
Needless to say gentlemen, the silence has been deafening here lately except for the comfortable conversation I’m finally able to have with my sons. As I mentioned in my intro post, I’m here because of them, not her at this point. Life has a twisted way of giving you some of the best times, doesn’t it?
Topic: New here, introduction
Hello,
I am in my mid-thirties and would like to give a short introduction before participating in a community. Would like to think i have swallowed the rest of the red pill by now, at least the part that was not forced-fed to me.
Coming from mixed influences having red pill father spared me from the worst. I just could not stand the usual female behavior and was too busy anyway to make something out of my life so i always had really low tolerance level for stupid bulls~~~. I did have severe episodes of oneitis though and that alone made my life miserable at various periods. The blue pill dreams are tempting and comforting.
My last job was the ultimate red pill experience and after walking away i faced a sort of shock which led me first to Illimitable men which i read compulsively, that led me to TRP, which led me to MGTOW reddit and then here. Now i was aware of the nature of women before from my past experiences and i was aware of the PUA concepts years ago. The problem was that i didn’t want to believe in a such game… fool.
The part of red pill i was just partially aware though, was just how much society doesn’t give a s~~~ about man. You read about young men dying in wars and just shrug it off. Disposability of man is a concept which is in my experience ignored by men until the point when they find themselves at cross with society plans. Sure, i was aware that life is not easy. My father is a red pill but with abusive alcoholic past during my youth years. I have worked from shoop floor factory to digging trenches to get myself through college.
Well fast forward 10 years and this guy without penny digging trenches has one of the most “prestigious” jobs in city overseeing 9 figure annual cash flow. That was the final nail in blue pill coffin. Becky Sharp ? Check. Power struggles ? Check. Gold digging women everywhere ? Check. People trying to f~~~ you over ? Check. Psychopaths ? Check. Ultimate apex of all things to be avoided. I walked away unharmed yet with dropped heart. I am just happy that life dozed red pill truths to me at various parts because red pill rage from that would consume me had i been oblivious blue pill mangina.
I find greet deal of freedom in MGTOW philosophy and i see tremendous amount of value in sharing information, experiences and advice.
Cheers.
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