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Tired of winning? Make sure your divorce becomes final before January! you wont be able to deduct your alimony payments from your taxes!.
One more reason NOT to get married, like we need more? right gents?.
Both parties suck and both will betray us with out a moment’s notice, everyone that was smart or half smart already left the U.S., from 4 million Americans living abroad the numbers have jumped well above 9 million and counting. Let’s not forget those that already abandoned citizenship and payed the outrageous fee of 2,350 dollars!, The system did forget to write their names like they are SUPPOSED to ;).
As we approach the first anniversary of my emancipation, I have been reflecting back on how blind, stupid and forcefully ignorant I was with my blue pill lens on. For those who do not know my story let me explain how dangerous and blinding the blue pill can be.
All of my life I was taught to respect and pedestalize women. I waited until very late in life to marry, and when I did it was for very white-knight reasons. My widow was in her mid-30’s, raising a 5 year old daughter, she had with an abusive Chad, whom she had married and subsequently divorced. She was shy, not very attractive physically (had lost an excessive amount of weight) and in general a bitchy drunk. I had known her many years before in my party stages and I felt I could help improve her life and that of her daughter by marrying her and showing them a better world.
The first few years were good. The daughter came out of her shell a bit, my widow opened up to me and we were happy. We bought a house, new cars, had good schooling for the girl, and in general lived well. We attended family get togethers (she had a large family) and travelled as a family. We went on honeymoon renewal trips, etc. I was content and felt I was doing right, even though I was subverting things I wanted to do, I figured it was sacrifice for the family.
About four years in trouble began brewing. She was fired from her job, showed no signs of wanting to get another one, and became lax in many respects. She stopped caring for us as a family, becoming depressed and sleeping at all hours. Then the drinking started in earnest. She became distraught that I didn’t want to take her out to bars, when every time we went to one she started a fight with someone. We began fighting frequently, and she became enamored with her ‘devices’. This was my first point where I should have quickly exited the situation.
After another unsuccessful job round, this time working with family where she became legally embattled with them, and us taking on more debt through her parents, things quickly became worse. She attempted suicide, drank all night every night and detached from the family, having phone sex with persons online through a gaming community she belonged to. She became combative when confronted about the drugs and drinking, and claimed we needed a change. This was another point where I should have exited the situation.
But, me being the blue-pilled white knight that I was, decided to play along. I felt that if things were bad, they would get better, if we could just change scenery. After completing another advanced degree, I took a new job out of state to improve it. So we moved… across the country.
In the new state things didn’t change. She continued to lack for a job, feeling worthless and drinking heavily. I became deeply tied up in the new job, working 65+ hours a week, and this was her excuse to slack on doing anything. When we did go out, she rarely took time to get ready and always wanted to stay too long until she was way too drunk. After a few months of this I quit asking her to go out. This prompted more strife as she felt I was ‘cheating on her’ by attending work events without her. This was another point where I should have exited. Debt was piling up and I became very unhappy.
We moved again, for another job, thinking our fresh start hadn’t worked out because of the hours and the distance from family. This move prompted more visits back to the original home, as we were within driving distance, and more time apart. I knew of her troubles and let this slide, thinking family will help her get her s~~~ together and help us improve. It didn’t. Time apart started growing, with more than a month apart at times. This should have been another point where I exited the relationship.
Next she returned to our home, but was followed there by an acquaintance… one who was male. When she spent the week off and on with him, ignoring us, but claiming there was nothing going on, I should have exited the relations~~~ right then and there. When I finally confronted her about it, she left with him. Another chance I had to walk away and didn’t, thinking the marriage still had a chance.
After her return, a few weeks later, and some medical issues, we separated. She took the car and some things, but promised to return after she worked some things out. She broke off her friendship (or so I was told) with the guy who had visited her and she was living alone, in another state, working on her issues (or so I was told).
After a failed holiday gathering, where she wouldn’t meet with me and the daughter after we travelled to where she was, I was all but done. Even my blue-pill conditioning was wearing off. Yet, I didn’t file for divorce or end it. I took her back. I even went to the home she was staying in, out of state, living with this asshole, and picked her up to bring her home. I believed the lie that they were not intimate, thinking we could save this marriage and get our s~~~ together. This is another point I should have walked away.
She came back home for a while, then left again. This time I felt it was truly over and I began planning my exit. A month or so later she was back, and things were good for a short bit. Then the real coffin nail… an extra device I had around, she had used to help someone remotely fix their Messenger. I was watching TV, she was drunk and sleeping on the couch, but had left the device on (probably on purpose). I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and scrolled back through the feed, to find multiple instances of phone sex, actual sex being talked about and verified as having happened and more. I was floored. I woke her up and threw her out. I was done… but the blue pill wasn’t done with me yet. I just couldn’t overcome the conditioning.
She moved back to her homestead and took up her life there. I kept depositing money thinking I had to, being her husbank. Around this time I found MGTOW, and I started understanding where I went wrong. The Red Pills were harsh, but I still couldn’t fully accept them. I saw a divorce lawyer and had papers drawn up but couldn’t pull the trigger. I was working two jobs, supporting households now in three states, and falling more behind each month. After 6 months of this, and believing I could finish the divorce after refinancing some debt with her, the holidays were upon us. Of course, she visited for the first one, claiming things were improving for her and all of her indiscretions were over… and my blue pill mind knew it was a lie but gave it a chance anyway. I fell into the pussy trap and slept with her. I believed the stories that she was being chaste and that we were still going to have a chance. She left a week into it, after some made up bulls~~~ fight, and we headed towards Christmas.
I went to her for Christmas, finding a disasterous household, where the heat was barely on, no presents and no woman. I intended to be there for the two days before Christmas through the day after, spending time together and working things out. After a Christmas eve where she wasn’t even present (she left to go get some last minute presents and didn’t return until after midnight, then stayed in another room of the house), I was done. I went to wake her on Christmas morning and couldn’t. Her drunk and drug induced state was to catatonic. I left – I was finally done.
Driving eight hours to home on Christmas day, abandoning my daughter there with her (she was an adult now) and my family obligations to return to a silent, lonely apartment 400 miles away, facing two jobs and crushing debt, with no hope of reconciliation, I was just done. I was surprised I survived that day… suicide was seriously contemplated… but the blue pill wasn’t done with me yet. I should have just walked away, left everything I own, taken the money in my pockets and left. Driven until the gas ran out and started over.
The blue pill conditioning was strong and continued…
Three days later I received the call that she had died. Still married to me, her boyfriend awoke to find her dead in the morning after heart failure likely caused by the meth they had done the day before. He was so high and drunk he never heard her die less than 20 foot from him. She died a horrible death on the floor. Yet the blue pill carried on… and I paid for a funeral, gave a eulogy, attempted to help her family through this…And that was another chance to just walk away…
I am still to this day, nearly a year later, cleaning up the mess. Finding remnants of her messed up double life, f~~~ing Chads and doing s~~~ she shouldn’t have. Am still dealing with the estates, the f~~~ing mess of bills, the pictures and messages from men she was sleeping with, the financial stupidity, etc… and yet the blue pill still makes me think every once in a while I should have done something different.
Think about that. I gave this woman everything. A home, actually… multiple homes. A good life for her and her daughter. I supported her physically, emotionally and financially through bulls~~~ that no man should be paying for. I went through counseling, supported medical treatments (hers), helped her family, bought her everything she could have wanted. I expected little in return other than companionship and some sex occasionally…
All traditional blue pilled life and expectations…
And I ended up holding the f~~~ing bag full of her drug induced, depressive, narcissistic unfaithful bulls~~~. And will hold it for years… as the financial fallout continues. The daughter has told me everyone knew… everyone thought I should know… and no one told me. The daughter has left and told me I was stupid and still am and has broken all contact with me. I ended up with a huge amount of debt, an estate I can’t resolve, and more.MEN. ALL OF YOU WHO ARE LURKING. Hear me… Hear me well.
Maintain your sovereignty. Maintain your own world, your own desires, your own financial well-being. While it may be fine to have a minimal relationship with a woman, if you can manage it without becoming emotionally vested, do not provide for them. Do not cohabitate with them. Do not marry them. And do not father children with them. If you feel the need to help a child, adopt one. Sponsor one through an assistance agency (Big Brothers, etc.). Do not take on burdens for a woman’s life. Live for yourself, build yourself, strengthen yourself. Support your fellow men, support homeless shelters and vets who are struggling. BUILD. BUILD S~~~ THAT LASTS.
I always wanted a legacy, a life well lived that showed the world I WAS A GOOD MAN.
I had one, gave it everything I had, doing what my blue-pilled, white knighted mind thought was correct… and it was all a fallacy. That GOOD MAN fallacy has rotted away… now I know that to be a GOOD MAN, hell… a GREAT MAN… means supporting myself. Means caring for myself. Means maintaining MYSELF… no one else. I am the only one who matters. Only I can tell myself what is right for myself. Only I can heal myself. Only I care about my legacy.
I have probably put enough detail in this description that I could be figured out and identified if someone was looking. I do not really care anymore. I am past that. It may be selfish or it might be politically incorrect, but I need to care for ME. I need to GO MY OWN WAY. I suggest you do as well.
Take my advice as you will… it is all I have left to give:
In regards to yourself, build yourself, learn, study, be healthy, challenge yourself physically and mentally. Take a spiritual quest, find some experience that is truly life changing and pursue it. Grow.
In regards to women and relationships, walk away. Professionally, romantically, in all ways, just walk away. Empty chair that s~~~.
My final thought today is one I have shared before. I will put it a little differently today though… earn enough to survive and go your own way, nothing more. Remove the motive power from the world. If women feel they can run the world, let them. If a woman is your boss, walk away. If you work with women, discuss only the direct work matter and walk away. Learn how powerful silence can be, and don’t drive the world forward. Let it fall down. Only until men are valued in society again will we have any rights, any worth to society and any real desire to participate any longer. Empty the chair, walk away.
Who am I? Nobody. You need to make up your own mind and go your own way… but I hope, just for a second, that one you lurkers, gets something from one of my posts… and changes one thing to make their world better.
Have a good Christmas and go your own way in the New Year.
No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.
A long time ago when I was married…..my wife had relentlessly worked on isolating and demeaning me and tearing me down…
The Gas Lighting was non-stop….every time I tried to have a conversation with her to work through things, there was zero admission and accountability on her part.
Finally it got to the point where she suggested that we see a marriage counselor. And I was thinking…well…maybe in front of a professional counselor she would be honest and forthright because she was never such in front of me in private.
So we went to see the counselor….she had me go first…so I talked about things I did wrong…then it was her turn…and what did she do?
She talked about things I did wrong and no mention of the things she did wrong. I knew right then and there that not only the counseling was a waste of time, but the entire marriage.
It was over. I cut short the meeting with the counselor, we drove home, I didn’t say a word…and I started to move my things into another room when we got home.
I stopped arguing or having any type of conversation other than keeping things very short and minimal, when she would start something I would just walk away.I started to make copies of all financial records, and started to plan my exit: 6 months later we were in a lawyer’s office filling out paperwork for a divorce, we had already written down a mutually agreed upon out of court settlement and the lawyer went through it, typed it up and made sure it was legally binding.
A large clinical trial launched this week will test a new, gel-based form of male birth control, Gizmodo reported Friday.
If it proves safe and effective, the gel could finally expand the very short list of contraceptive options that can be utilised by men.
“Many women cannot use hormonal contraception and male contraceptive methods are limited to vasectomy and condoms,” study investigator Diana Blithe, said in a statement from the National Institutes of Health (NIH), which is funding the trial.
“A safe, highly effective and reversible method of male contraception would fill an important public health need.”
The gel, applied to the back and shoulders once daily, contains a combination of a progestin compound and testosterone that is absorbed through the skin.
The progestin reduces sperm production to “low or nonexistent levels,” the NIH statement said, while the testosterone will work to maintain normal sex drive and other functions that require the hormone. The researchers plan to enroll 420 couples in the trial, the statement added.
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Y’all don’t understand how angry I am about this, fine to prod us with needles and implants and alter our hormones every day but first male birth control and it’s a simple and convenient GEL, I’m outta here https://t.co/mSdSg7Togj
– seagal (@lucybadlose) December 3, 2018
Well… I’ve had no shortage of painfully inserted IUDs dislodge and stab my uterus, but yes, let’s invent a birth control GEL for men. #maleprivilege
– Dr. Kehaulani Watson @hehawaiiau Dec 2
Male birth control is going to be rubbing a gel on your shoulders?! Nah y’all can swallow a pill every single night, get injections & implants like the rest of us.
– Erin Charles @ercharles15
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The same women who complain men dont have to remember to take birth control, wished men were the ones who had to daily take something, now complain men will have such birth control.
Women naturally complain about anything that helps men out.
They complain their birth control is in tiny pill form. I don’t see women getting off their fat asses and deciding to make their birth control into a working gel formula. Why hasn’t any of the thousands of womens groups funded a women only lab somewhere to turn their birth control into a form they like better, they’ve only had 70 years to do it.
Women love to complain about everything and anything, and they never feel like they have to do anything on their part to change it. If there was nothing to complain about, women would complain there was nothing to complain about.
And don’t think for a second these women will not be happy if the men in the trial are injured or killed by this not working as expected. They will love to see men suffer and die getting this right.
Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
Yeah, I’d rather be a lover than a fighter
We desire love and peace more than we wish to engage in war
‘Cause all my life, I’ve been fighting
Fighting your true nature, fighting to keep cupcake ‘happy’, fighting off the world which seeks to destroy us
Never felt a feeling of comfort
Always felt like something wasn’t right with the world and what we’re led to believe, Neo in the MATRIX
All this time, I’ve been hiding
Hiding your true self, your thoughts
And I never had someone to call my own, oh nah
Relationships always have an expiry date
I’m so used to sharing
It was just your turn
Love only left me alone
Hypergamy & Briffault’s law
But I’m at one with the silence
I finally conquered my blue pill self, now I’m happy aloneI found peace in your violence
Your lies and attacks have no effect, like throwing rocks at the sky
Can’t show me there’s no point in trying
I’m not going back to the plantation
I’m at one, and I’ve been quiet for too long
I’m in harmony with my real nature, I played along with the game for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can’t show me there’s no point in trying
I’m at one, and I’ve been silent for too longI’ve been quiet for too long
I’ve been quiet for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can’t show me there’s no point in trying
I’m at one, and I’ve been quiet for too longI’m in need of a savior, but I’m not asking for favours
Saved by other men, MGTOW, knowledge, truth
My whole life, I’ve felt like a burden
Nothing you do as a man is right or enough, the carrot only gets moved further away from the plowhorse
I think too much, and I hate it
It’s painful to be so analytical. But this led me to understand the ‘game’, see the MATRIX for what it is, to take the red pill
I’m so used to being in the wrong, I’m tired of caring
I’m done, your shaming no longer works
Loving never gave me a home, so I’ll sit here in the silence
I learned to rely on myself because no c~~~ was ever really there for meI found peace in your violence
Can’t show me there’s no point in trying
I’m at one, and I’ve been quiet for too long
I found peace in your violence
Can’t show me there’s no point in trying
I’m at one, and I’ve been silent for too long🙂
Man what a year and a half this has been.
This time last year I was in my apartment- newly separated and now I’m free and back in my house. I don’t miss feeling like an animal trapped in a cage anymore and seriously don’t think I’ve had a bad day since I left.
Don’t get me wrong- watching all those digits disappear from my retirement in the snap of the fingers was tough, but being rid of a spoiled rude cold b1tch … Priceless!
Seeing my ex fall apart has been kind of amusing. She looks like s~~~, put on weight, is drinking way too much and jacking her face up with injections. Conversely, I’ve run 4 ultra trail races in the last calendar year, my first marathon (shorter than Ultras) in a respectable time and 3-4 half marathons, 30ks, etc. I feel great.
I won’t drone on – but I will share this story as it is one of my favorites: A few weeks ago I’m working in my yard that was neglected for the last year – bought a badass new Stihl chainsaw and things are looking better, plus its fun to cut s~~~ down. Well the ex needed to drop my dogs off – she was watching them for me. Sends me a text, “I’m dropping the dogs off in 30 minutes and I’m bringing wine”. I think WTF does that mean – its 11am?
She shows up – looking bloated like a toad and bleary eyed. Plants her fat ass on my patio and commences to bawl her eyes out. I was kind while she vented about how she is miserable. She hates her job (which she loved before and enjoyed the travel – leaving me here to take care of things) she is lonely and can’t find a guy “They are all assholes”.
The Selfish One went on about “how f~~~ed up” her life is and how she is falling apart.
After she was so cruel and cold to me for decades I wanted to laugh in her face, but tried to console her “you’re just going through a transition… you’ll be fine”. Yadda Yadda
Finally I had to shoo her away as I needed to get cleaned up b/c I had plans. She looked at me amazed. I was kicking her ass out.
Finally she left and then a barrage of texts came- “How could you kick me out when I was hurting? How could you…”.
Eh- f~~~ off b1tch. I didn’t reply.
Merry Christmas, Men! If you are contemplating divorcing the selfish cupcake who is sucking the life out of you, DO IT sooner rather than later. Life on the outside is friggin’ incredible.
Here’s another story, out of Australia where a guy’s world was turned upside down because his c~~~ of a wife faked physical abuse and got him arrested. He is a very lucky man because CCTV caught her striking herself in the face and now he is exonerated. She, apparently, has runoff. I bet some chad or blue pilled save-a-hoe moron is helping her hide out.
from the article:
“The lift cameras caught Asmae repeatedly punching her own face before she flees the building and calls the police.
Hours later, Faisal was arrested by police and charged with assault. More than $20,000 in lawyers fees later and after trawling through hundreds of hours of CCTV, Faisal finally had the evidence he needed to free himself of his wife.
“I didn’t think she would go to that extent and go to the police after everything I did for her. and forget everything and just ruin my life,” he told A Current Affair.
Asmae has now fled Sydney and is living somewhere in Australia. Faisal is calling on the government to send his estranged wife back to Morocco.
“I am the victim now. I got used and abused over and over again emotionally, mentally, financially — you name it. I’m the victim. She did that so now it’s her turn to face the consequences,” he said.
Faisal is now working to pay off his debts, including his Sydney apartment and has a warning for others.”God bless peace and freedom.
MMA fighter proposes to girlfriend inside the ring, after losing the match.
LOL.
Well, at least he looked like a chad.
He won’t understand the stench of defeat until he’s in divorce court. He’s gonna wish he had been pounded into a coma so he never proceeded with this s~~~.“INGLEWOOD, Calif. – Albert Morales’ plan was to knock out James Barnes then propose to his girlfriend. He accomplished half of that – the better half, you might say.
Morales was beat up pretty soundly before suffering a submission loss to Barnes during the pay-per-view main card of Liddell vs. Ortiz 3 on Saturday night at The Forum. The unfortunate result didn’t deter Morales from following through on proposing to his girlfriend, though.
He was handed a mic and had to wait for someone to turn it on and lower the loud music blaring through the arena. After a few minutes, that finally happened, and he got down on one knee and popped the question while Vanessa was still out of the cage. Good news, though: She was escorted in before he walked out.
And you know what? She said yes.
So Morales wins anyway. Good for him.”God bless peace and freedom.






















