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[PokeParticipant]

Conscientia, Yes, I was reading your notes and it made me think of another way to handle this. This below is an excerpt from a book called; The Way of the Superior Man. I have yet to try this, but it makes sense to me.

Your Excellent Track Record Is Meaningless to Her

A man’s track record means nothing to the feminine. A man could be
perfect for ten years, but if he’s an asshole for 30 seconds his woman acts
like he’s always been one. The feminine responds to the moment of
energy, forgetting her man’s history of past behavior. A man’s past behavior
is irrelevant to his woman’s feeling in the moment. But men base
much on another man’s history of behavior, so they think their own
track record should count for something. But to a woman, it doesn’t.
It’s been a very tough and late day at work. You finally come
home, and your woman is upset. You forgot that you were supposed
to have dinner with another couple that night, and the
time has passed. Your woman is furious.
“I’m sorry I’m late, but this was an unusual day,” you say. “I
haven’t worked late for months, but I had to today. You probably
can’t even remember the last time I forgot a date together we had
planned. I hardly ever forget those kind of things.”
“Well, you did today. And that’s what counts.”

There is no use trying to mitigate her anger by referring to
your great track record. To the feminine, history is irrelevant.
What counts is the feeling in the moment. If you let her down
now, it doesn’t matter that you haven’t let her down for months,
or even years. Your past successes mean nothing to her present
feeling of your failure.

For you as a man, it is probably easier to forgive and forget an
occasional mistake made by another man who has a great track
record. What p~~~es you off is when a man lacks integrity and
continually fails at his word. But even big mistakes are fairly easy
to let go of when made by a man who is otherwise impeccable.
You know he really does his best, and this mistake was a rare exception.
But, for the feminine, the past is entirely irrelevant. One
wrong word in the midst of a five hour lovemaking session that
was otherwise perfect could collapse your woman as completely
as if you had spent two hours making mistakes.
Instead of getting angry because she’s so upset that you made
one little mistake in a long series of successes, instantly shift the
energy between you. Remember, history is irrelevant to the feminine,
so your mistake is as easily forgotten as your successes. As
soon as you see she’s upset, immediately assume happiness. Shock
her with your love. Make her smile and laugh with your humor.
Lick her neck, or lift her off the ground and pretend you’re King
Kong. Surprise her in some loving way, and the emotional slate
will be wiped clean. Your momentary failure will be effectively
vanished, as irrelevant as the long line of your successes.

Restore love and happiness in the present moment, don’t justify
your little mistake by referring to your long line of successes.

[conscientiaParticipant]

Lets dissect this. I believe, that:

Based on experience, he suppressed his instinct to fight back, because he thinks, that arguing with her is pointless, because:

• Argument with women is not about who is right or wrong. It is about who wins, emotionally, thus, who has the last word.
• In case she would not receive ‘last word’, she will not let it rest and this ‘hangover’ effect of this argument would last thousands of times longer that the twenty seconds it took to actually go through this argument, and he would have to experience cold looks,  public shame and  passive aggressiveness until she retaliates in some other way, because, given his silence now and her ‘don’t argue with me’ reply, he has not held his stance till the end for a long time and first several times it would change he would experience ‘the bitchiness package’.
• He is quite old. He might not have power to fight back anymore, since there are no other perspectives for him to build something again from zero, given his age and move on. Moreover, he might have actually started to believe that what she says is right and given old age he has no mental power left to reanalyse it . “No matter how big the lie is, repeat it often enough, and people will buy it”.

Solution:

1. Tell the logical sequence of arguments, why she is wrong (even though it is not going to work, IT IS IMPORTANT)

“The last thing I have pleasure in is you bitching about thing that is as irrelevant as untrue. No I wasn’t , Yes I will if you are wrong, and there is a reason why I do it, which is: you are wrong”.

2. Define your final position and let her see it.

Cold, flat faced, it-is-not-getting-to-you reply: “I am not blind or incapable of understanding the concept of gravity”

3. Ignore every single of her replies occasionally answering to her bitching.

Phrase, like “I made myself clear enough” will do.

4. Act as if nothing has happened.

“Would you like to go to the movies today, woman?”

“No!” she replies angrily, coldly or in any form to not hide her bitchiness.

“Alright, home then”,  with a smile on the face.

The reason, why stating the logical argument is important is the division between a man acting upon a rational conclusion and tyrant. It is important to stand up for what you believe is right without being an asshole in process, because it defeats the whole purpose of defending your belief, like curing cold using antibiotics infected with malaria.  If denied such thing, she could later on accuse you of not providing a reason which could potentially fire up a new argument. Even worse, when she came up with other co-branching issues not actually relevant to the case, which is in nature of female .

The main point for stating your logical argumentation is making sure she knows what to expect when situation with same template arises. Without explanation, she could easily do it again, and it would actually be unfair for her to not know, why she is being treated like that. And If she doesn’t,  I am the asshole, and she indeed is a victim.

This was my natural way of sorting things out. I would share more, but would not unless this became a closed society with secure entry only for proven members, which would have met in real life. (Which, hypocritically, I am not myself). Any c~~~, including the ones who are working for someone in leads of an opposing movement of I-have-stubborn-refusal-to-shave-my-pits can register here and, frankly, posting something strategically relevant here is like telling to a poker player your cards in advance.

 

[Primus_PilusParticipant]

qeeqo wrote:

Chantix is something that I would never take.  Like a lot of drugs, mainly in the antidepressant category, Chantix changes brain chemistry. Serious neuropsychiatric events including, but not limited to, depression, suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, and completed suicide have been reported in patients taking Chantix. Address : <http://www.drugs.com/pro/chantix.html#S6.1&gt; There is little doubt that Chantix has worked well for many. However, others have reported suicide, attempted suicide and aggression—as well as vivid dreams, behaviors and other symptoms that are either foreign to the individual, or a magnification of existing symptoms that were manageable prior to starting the Chantix regimen….

I tried Chantix a couple of times, REALLY vivid dreams but there was an interesting Mr Hyde component to it as well.   Have a couple of drinks, no problem.    Drink that 3rd one and I’d start planning murders for everyone in the room.   ….. so obviously I learned to pace my drinking.

What finally got me to quit two years ago was an e-cig.   Started at 18mg/ml and literally dropped a cigaratte pack with 8 of them and never picked them up.   Totally off nicotine now and I have a habit of losing my e-cig pipe for a couple of days.

Almost ready to give it all up but that oral fixation is there [and is all that is left].

Smoked from age 19 to 41 with the chantix 2 year interruption somewhere in there.

 

 

 

[sidecarParticipant]

DO NOT MARRY THIS WOMAN!

DO NOT GET THIS WOMAN PREGNANT!

If WHEN she inevitably gets herself pregnant GET A PATERNITY TEST!

Be out of the picture long before that happens!

In fact, I strongly recommend you get a vasectomy now because when she finally works out she can’t get into your wallet with a ring on her finger, she’ll try to do it through the delivery room.

If you make the mistake of marrying this leech her debts will become your debts. Your paying them off will NOT count in the inevitable divorce settlement. Her desire to quit her job and go into mommy retirement will NOT come up in the inevitable divorce. Instead it will be her “sacrificing her career for the sake of the family” and you who “stole her career” by “getting her pregnant”. And since she will have no personal income, YOU will be responsible for her legal costs in the inevitable divorce. YOU will be responsible for her debts. You WILL lose half of everything you have worked so hard to accumulate so far, and THAT IS JUST THE BEGINNING. The more you earn now the higher the living standard to which she will have “become accustomed” so the more you will have to pay in alimony. And don’t get me started on child support for kids that in more than one out of three cases won’t even be yours.

Do you understand that you have nothing to gain by marrying this woman and everything to lose? But she has nothing to lose and everything to gain, so of course she’s talking marriage. Don’t listen.

After you dump this leech don’t be surprised if she’s found some other chump to marry. Because to her it’s not about you at all. You don’t matter to her. It’s about your stuff. Or his stuff. Or the stuff of any one of all the men on the planet who are utterly interchangeable and disposable to her, just so long as they have stuff for her.

Don’t give her your stuff. Don’t marry her. Don’t impregnate her. And be gone before she finds out you’re opting out.

BritGHOW wrote:

You: Your debts are your responsibility and there won’t be any kids until you have either paid them off or are in a position to do so. Until that time we will both continue using birth control, clear?
Her: Yes.

And then she starts poking holes in your condoms. Ooops!

Don’t let that happen. Get a vasectomy or dump her. Those are the only options.

Keymaster wrote:

But student loans – if she had it BEFORE the wedding – are still her responsibility. But please don’t quote me.

Only if the judge says they are. He could also order a debt consolidation and put the burden on the man because she has no personal income and “it’s in the best interest of the children”.

When in doubt, don’t marry. Even if there are no doubts, don’t marry.

Okay yall.  Pay close attention to this, because it might be a little confusing.  I’ll try to explain things as clearly as I possibly can.

I’ve known this guy for 10 years.  I’ll just refer to him by his initials (KJ).  KJ had his first child when he was 18 years old.  The mother of his first child is mentally unstable, but KJ still had to fight for custody of his daughter.  He broke up with his daughter’s mother when his daughter was still a baby.  Luckily, he was never married to the mother of his daughter.  So he’s been a single father for all of these years.  He’s been going through relationships like crazy.  He goes through about 3 girlfriends per year.  He’s a good-looking guy, so he never has problems finding a woman.  His relationships always end because of the following reasons:

#1.  He finds an amazing woman, but she leaves him because she can’t stand his daughter, who just turned 15 years old four days ago.

#2.  He finds a woman who’s willing to stay with him and his daughter, but he quickly finds out that’s she’s clearly psychotic and he breaks up with her.

It’s sad to see him these days because he’s clearly desperate for companionship.  He literally flirts with every woman that he sees, to the point of where they are repelled/disgusted by him.  He even got kicked out of a night club once because of how aggressive his flirting was.  I really don’t know why he’s like this.  He even has a younger sister who sees how desperate he is.

Fast forward until now.  A couple of days ago, I received a Facebook message from him saying that he’s about to have another kid in December.  He sent me that message late at night, so I told him that I would talk to him about it later.  Today I asked him to continue the conversation.  He told me that his female co-worker had gotten divorced in January, so he started dating her in January a few days after her divorce was finalized.  He started having unprotected sex with her.  In the month of March, he didn’t pull out fast enough.  Now she’s pregnant.

I didn’t think it would get worse, but it does.  He told me that she was fired from her job in March, and she’s been unemployed ever since then.  He and his daughter live in an apartment, and he can barely pay his bills.  He told me that he plans on getting a house with the woman who’s pregnant with his future child.  I told him that it’s not a good idea, but he won’t listen to me.  He says, “I want the kid in my house, ya know?”  I told him, “Okay.  Even if you do get a house with her, just don’t let her talk you into getting married.”  He told me, “We actually already had that talk.  She doesn’t want me to marry her unless that’s what it comes to.  She just got a divorce in January, so ‘marriage’ is a horrible word right now.”

I thought it wouldn’t get any worse, but I was wrong again.  He told me that his future baby’s mamma already has TWO DAUGHTERS!  TWO!!!  I told him, “I don’t understand why she’s deciding to have another child if she’s recently lost her job and already has two children.  Employers rarely hire pregnant women.  Even if she does find a job, she won’t be able to work for a long time after she has the baby.”  He told me, “Like I said.  I screwed up.  Neither of us like abortion.  I did suggest adoption, but after a while, she decided she couldn’t do it.”

His life is over now.  He has no choice.  This woman is going to have the baby that she CLEARLY can’t support financially since she is unemployed.  She’s going to rely on my friend KJ who is already struggling to support himself and his daughter.  By the way.  He’s NOT receiving child support from his current daughter’s baby’s mamma.  KJ is going to be supporting himself, the new woman, and 4 children while trying to pay for a new house.  If his daughter becomes pregnant, then he’ll have to pay for that kid too because his daughter isn’t capable of getting a job at her age or skill level.

I already know what’s going to happen.  Once KJ gets a house with this woman, this woman is going to force the idea of marriage down his throat.  In a couple of years, KJ will force his current daughter to babysit the other 3 children against her will.  While KJ’s daughter is at home babysitting, she’ll probably invite boys over, have unprotected sex with them, and get herself pregnant.  It’s highly possible because KJ’s sister, who I was “too old” for, had her first baby when she was 15 years old.  As soon as she had that baby, I was no longer “too old” for her.  Isn’t that strange?  There are so many problems with this story that I don’t even know where to start.

Bros, I wrote a short introduction, however, I was a little strapped for time so please allow me to give a more in depth narrative(sorry for the length).

I dated my ex for about 5 years, at first things were great and I thought possibly, just maybe she was the one, I know, I know, a foolish premonition with modern women but she did wait for me through my last deployment (army)(which in retrospect I’m almost positive she cheated on me) and she gave birth to my beautiful daughter. But dealing with my daughters mom through her first year of life was a nightmare, why do women turn into giant c~~~s after the baby is born??, as if they weren’t big enough c~~~s already. Its like we become their coping mechanism for all their emo s~~~, I noticed this also with my sister and her husband as well. Any fathers please answer this question as it still perplexes me thanks.

Anyway with my daughter being born that opened the floodgates to all of her family members particularly her MOTHER, whom which I kept a sharp eye as she was always pushing me towards marriage as if she had every say in the matter and acted as if my daughter belonged more to her than me, I s~~~ you not. Needless to say, the mother was some bra burning feminist with serious resentment towards men, her own husband was some dude that walked around with his head down and never said a word almost as if she’d broken him in like a wild horse, her son was around 30 and did not date, ironically he had went his own way, we smoked a joint together once during Xmas and when he spoke of his lifestyle, honestly I truly envied him.

In an instance I saw the husband as a glimpse of my future self, I said hold up ” gotta keep an eye on these women”. They were the type who expected to wear the pants in the house (whiny & bossy). I had no problem with this except I payed all the bills and neither of them contributed, it’s my house goddammit!!.

Here’s where things go awry, her mother practically moves herself in without my permission and never leaves except flying home to see her husband for a couple days then flies right back, all this happens between mother & daughter and not once did they ever discussed the s~~~ with me. One day I said sarcastically to my ex gfs bitch mother, “hey you know it would be really nice to have some privacy around here for a change”, bitch mother says “only married people need privacy”. I was inches from grabbing that bitch’s suitcase and throwing it out in the street but I held back which I regretted later BTW.

As my daughter approached two, my ex was supposed to go back to work but her mom was still hanging around all day and practically living there, I let it slide for a while as she did help with watching my daughter. As I came home from work each day I noticed that they were both increasingly drunk everyday and there’d be no dinner for me or my daughter while they both sat by the pool drinking wine too weight conscious to eat and too damned self absorbed to consider that I may me hungry from a long days work, I would then usually give my baby girl a bath then put her to sleep.

One day I said in front of her mom how’s the job search going?, she goes apes~~~ and says I’m embarrassing her and that she needs to enroll my daughter into daycare (that i payed for)so she can find a job, I said what about your mom let her watch her that’s why she’s here right? Wrong her mom was only there to alienate and commiserate my ex into marriage or leaving me.

Once they realized, that I wasn’t going to committ to marriage they LITERALLY upped and left back to Illinois leaving me all alone with nothing except the dog Sal who’s my boy till the end and an empty house, which was bigger than anything I’d ever need(I think she was cheating on me btw), its funny how that little marriage certificate is like a contract for women to screw you over and if they can’t get it (marriage/leverage) they’ll pout like a child and just up and leave you, its a lose lose bros, the baby was a last ditch effort to get me to committ but failed.

When I finally got to speak to the bitch after like a week without seeing my baby, where I almost reverted to my army training out of rage. Over the phone they (ex & ex mom) said they’ll come back if I agreed to get married and buy an engagement ring. I said calmly no way after what you just put me through, you’d just do it again, I won’t put up with that ever again, I felt a change in her voice as she realized she blew it and that was enough retribution for me, knowing that I hurt her the same spiteful way she hurt me. Its a shame that an innocent child had to be caught in the middle of her selfish plan to emasculate me.

Been separated from her ever since, almost five years now. Now I know why the mom was there in the first place to help her plan a way to screw me over through marriage and use my daughter as leverage while portraying my lack of commitment as the reason for the split and escape back to Illinois, either way I’m glad I dodged that bullet even though I really do miss my daughter, those bitches taking her from me almost killed me.

I’m working hard on getting full custody as I only see her during Xmas, summertime and other holidays. But with the way the court systems are wired and the fact that my ex’s mother is a feminist therapist and my ex will cry crocodile tears at every hearing I’m optimistic. My friend, a lawyer has told me to build a case against her and record her while drinking or smoking(kinda impossible because we no longer cohabitate), which she seems to be doing a lot of since its on her parents dime, typical entitled,spoiled brat bitch.

Last xmas I had to go to subzero ass Illinois to visit my daughter for Xmas, I got sick from freezing my bollocks off being as I’m from Miami. Also another thing, men beware, when you date a woman you’re practically dating her mother too.

I got into another relations~~~ as well after this (I know I shuda learned) one that ultimately led me to MGTOW but I’ll save that for part two. Thx for reading bros.

"The wounds of honor are self inflicted"

So yeah gents, tonight after having celebrated my birthday in some bar that I know I’ve gone somewhat creative, as I once in a while do, and sometimes I get some inspiration on somewhat funny jokes. Ok, so for instance there’s this local bar that every now and then I go to and well, its owner at the first glance may come across and may behave a bit like a blue pill mangina (as in regularly handing out free lollypops to the ladies frequenting his establishment). But then I thought hang on, maybe there could be some bit of an angle to him like: “Ok, so he’s handing out  something, so that in the end the ladies at least got something to suck on for the night….”

Alright so that was that. Well, tonight there happened to be some (sodding) typical American chicks (tourists) there when I was there, sort of like them typical types of ASSes, as in American Superficial Slures (supposedly entitled to no end, you know the kinds…  … from LA as it were) and although there were not that many blue pill manginas in there at the same time, most of them were acting in the usual way like trying to spoil the attention seeking of those ASSes and well, the later it got the more I kept thinking about those simps’ acting like: “Yeah, good buoys…  … back to the plantation go on, suit yerselves…” Oh and there of course was this other cougar type lady there, too, who tried to hit on me and I was like: “Naaaa, leave it, lass, pack it in….”

And then finally I came up with some inspirational funny(ish) joke question (which actually makes more sense in English than in my own native tongue funnily enough that):

What would ever make any woman go back from using a smart phone to an ol’ fashion “dumb phone”…?

Well either she must have unlearned the wiping or she rather prefers to keep “pressing buttons…”

 

Anyway, I had a ball and yeah, needless to say, for me it was another very nice and cheapish night out, enjoying myself to the full…

 

I'd rather die a natual death with a clear MGTOW conscience somewhere off the grid than one within "modern" civilisation with a big stress mark on my forehead and a couple of dozen tubes plugged into my body. Back to the plantation..? Me..? Hey, literally: I won't ever fucking kid myself...YZERLMNTSIC

Hi fellow MGTOW

It’s taken me a while to get it together enough to sound coherent for I have kept a lid on this for everyone’s sanity

However, I consider you guys also nuts and therefore can take this s~~~ that will hopefully relieve me of some of the responsibility 🙂

And there ….. just right there is my problem … I turn everything into a f~~~ing joke in order to be ‘normal’

So here it is, why I’m a walking talking dead man:

I was sitting on the upper stairs hand rail. Looking two floors down. I checked that my DIY efforts would hold up to the ‘drop’. The last thing I wanted for my daughter was an expensive repair bill.

Being a guy that takes pride in his work, I think I’d done a good job. Time would tell. Having pride in my work and organisational skills I had also hopefully sorted all the paperwork …. Note, WILL, money etc.  Also to save work for others I had cleaned the house, done the washing and emptied the bins. Hell I even had a plastic sheet on the ground floor just in case I p~~~ed or s~~~ myself … or if my calculations were completely wrong …. I pulled my head off.

Being a pilot and skydiver I knew that checklists are of the upmost importance to complete a safe deployment/flight and I had just completed the most important of my life:

1. Go to toilet, void bowels & bladder CHECK
2. Shower & shave CHECK
3. Put on dust coverall CHECK
4. Outer door open CHECK
5. Inner door open with note not to enter but call police CHECK
6. Note on floor behind inner door explaining what’s happened CHECK
7. Documents folder on coffee table for police and lawyers CHECK
8. Note on my chest giving approx. time & date of death CHECK
9. Electronic air fresheners new and on CHECK

You get the idea  I hope.

I’m calm, very very calm. I have not felt this way for many years. It’s the most beautiful of feelings … almost like I’m at the doors of heaven knowing soon they will open for me.

Now is my time, my moment ….. the one decision that I as a man am allowed to make. I am the lawyer, judge, jury and executioner. I have at last found control over my life.

Most of my adult life I have been numb and it has served me well. I was seen as a focused person that didn’t crack under pressure. I was calm when all hell was breaking loose. Pressure just didn’t register with me.

Now at this moment it all became clear. The fog lifted and I could see what we now know as the Matrix.

As a child I was brought from Southern Ireland to London England. My family ended living in a room that you wouldn’t leave a dog in. I couldn’t understand why dad would walk up to lodgings, read a note on the door and just come back again and start walking. This happened for three day until dad talked to another man and we found the s~~~ hole we called home for three years.

Years later I found out that the notes on the doors were the now infamous ‘No Blacks, Dogs, No Irish’

I went through school being beaten almost every day because of where I was born. After being kicked out from them all for fighting back, my parents put me in a Catholic Monastery school run by Franciscan monks.There I was shown the pleasure of what real beatings really are and that a penis is not just for pee.

I left at 14 and that is when I found out that all that had gone before me was not wasted. I had been taught to ‘man up’ by everyone who pretended to care.
I manned up. Got a job cleaning motorcycles in a shop, was shown mechanics but most importantly I found men. Guys that joked with me, pulled s~~~ tests, poured oil down my pants.  They also took me under their wings and …. in a way only guys like that can …. loved me.

I saved up, got a bike. Passed truck test and drove trucks for a few years.  Took flying lessons. Became a flying instructor, sat commercial exams and finally got my first airline job.

I also flew jump ship for skydivers and started skydive. Life was good and I finally felt alive and going somewhere.

I’m going to have to be careful now so I will abridge:

A good friend came to my house saying his girlfriend and her dad were missing. They were not at work or with friends or family. This went on for three days until we finally broke in their house. My friend had a key but door wouldn’t open.

Long story short, they had been murdered and dismembered in their bathroom.

I can’t talk about what happened but this is still with me … in my dreams …. In certain triggers I still see in daily life.

I crumbled and more or less lost everything and spent several months ‘in hospital’. The only person that really helped me through that dark time was a male nurse at the hospital. He talked with me ‘man to man’ and not nurse to patient. He, Ian, saved me … gave me understanding and hope. Slowly I began seeing some light …. and hope started to grow in my soul.

I went back in the Matrix and drove trucks. No airline would take me with my newly acquired medical details.The only medication that worked was skydiving. It made me ‘feel’. I would be on a high for hours. The rush … the fear … the life … so exhilarating. I needed a way to get more of this drug as my trucking was not enough to live and fund my fix.

I want to the USA and trained as a skydive instructor and once back in the UK started a company that took novice skydivers and trained them up in Florida.
It f~~~ing took off … literally. I had to hire other guys to help me. I expanded to South Africa, France, Spain and all over the UK.
At last I felt alive … worth something  … contributing. I was putting back.

Then I got a phone call, my friend, skydive mentor and hero had been killed in an accident. He was under his chute and was hit by an aircraft which severed both his legs. I died inside and went straight back in the darkness.

Ian (my nurse) came to my house and stayed until I could sleep. He then called his friend to take shifts being with me. They pulled me through again.
I picked up what was left of the business and pushed on. I stopped going to the USA because I couldn’t face the memories.

I started going to Africa more and more. Things picked up. I brought people skydiving, converted my pilots licence and started flying jump planes in Africa. I also began operating photo safari trips.Again things grew and I realised that we have all these new skydivers and nothing for them to do. So I organised a party called a ‘boogie’ in Namibia Africa. We had 150+ jumpers from Europe and unknown amount interest from Africa.

Two week before this event I was back in the UK finalising stuff. I was on my motorcycle waiting at a set of red lights. I woke up in hospital three days later. I had been hit by a car that didn’t see me or the red light.

I had burst vertebra fractures of L2 L3 L4 & L5. Nerve damage to my right arm and severe neck muscle damage. I was in hospital for four months with complications and in a body cage for another five months.

Thank f~~~ I have insurance cover for this boogie in Africa, but again I was back to square one and lost it all over again.
It took another year to learn to walk properly.

I haven’t mentioned women in any of this because … well they will take up even more space. However, in amongst all this I had a child with an insane woman. Got married in Africa to a S. African. Fighting for custody of my daughter.

My ex-wife nursed me through this time and I still love her (don’t like her) for that.

Two years later we took the family for a holiday to Namibia. My wife, her mother, my daughter (from nutter relationship) and myself. We toured all over and tracked desert elephants which was wonderful. It really did lift me up AGAIN.

Three weeks later we were heading back to airport in our overland 4×4. We had one last mountain pass to clear before the highway.
As I rounded a corner, a rock had fallen from the cliff face and our 4×4 hit it. I tried to get control back. I had taken advanced overland driving courses so was aware of everything. Our 4×4 was long wheelbase loaded with fuel, water, equipment and two double roof tents.

We started fishtailing and I instantly knew we were in trouble. The road was narrow; to my left was a rock face, to my right a sheer 500ft drop. I knew I had to get us to hit the rock face. The problem was we were on a bend. The 4×4 turned a 180 but thank god moving towards the face. We were slowing … enough that I could slightly brake and was feeling the steering return.Just as I was getting it back, I noticed a drainage ditch and as I did, the wheels hit and we flipped.
We were trapped. The roof had crushed down.

My daughter got out with cuts and grazes, my wife was unhurt, I couldn’t feel or use my legs ….. my mother in law was dead.

We were there for 19 hours until a trucked came along. We spent the next three months in hospital, police investigation, and legal procedure for mum’s body.  We were not allowed to fly mums body home due to red tape. So we had to hire a trailer and another 4×4 and drive 3000 miles back to mums family and funeral. This journey saw me in prison, giving away £7000 in bribes and being forced at gun point to open the casket.

After 3 weeks back in the UK, I received a phone call from my GP. The hospital in Namibia had noticed something on my scans. Turns out I had a brain tumour and growths around my lower spine.

My wife had an affair while I was being treated. I lost my house and step daughter…… everything …. Except my daughter from the nutter.

So here I am, ready to go ….. I’m ready …. More than ready …. Willing.

I ready myself. I close my eyes and breathe one last breath in this world.

All calm … quite …. Tranquil

Then I hear it ….. a sound that tore through me …. Down down down in to my soul. Breaking the quite … the darkness and burning light everywhere.

The preschool opposite was coming out to play. The giggles, screams, joy and happiness …… all rushing inside me. I became disorientated, dizzy ….. sick ….. wanting to puke.

I blacked out and fell backwards on to the floor.

Being ‘infected’ with suicide …. for me …. Is a lifelong problem.  Like a recovering alcoholic …. still is … just doesn’t drink anymore.

I’m a suicidal that tries not to do it anymore. I think I’m winning because I’ve had … and still am having … s~~~ tests put my way. I know the signs, triggers and do my best to avoid/deal with them.

I’m working again, doing little trip to Africa. Groups of 4-6 people. It’s just me and I can handle that.

I have a little rented place with my daughter. I love her more each day. She keeps me grounded.

I don’t fear death …. Its life that’s the problem.

In all of the above I can honestly say that woman only helped me on a small and superficial level. When the going got tough or I was on my knees …… they all walked away ….. with a smile and a hug …. but they all walked from the disgusting sight before them.

It was guys the picked me up, dragged me from the battlefield. Sat with me as I disintegrated. Held me in their arms as I cried. Help me down as I raged.

Anyway, that’s all I can say other than mgtow are a very good thing for me.  I feel welcome and accepted. I see others pain and I share in that … but also share the healing that the red pill can bring.

Mgtow have also opened my eyes and now I can see why I’ve felt discarded and …. It’s not me. I can and have stopped beating myself up.

It is what it is. I didn’t have a say in that …… so I’m now free.

Thank you for listening and also thank you for sharing …… it very much helps.

PS. Please excuse any spelling. I can only do this once.

[avillaxParticipant]

Part 3

That night I slept on her bed and I had nightmares, in my nightmares I was having a s~~~ty time and she was ignoring me. I woke up the next day to find out that I was having a s~~~ty time and she was ignoring me!

At the beginning it had to do with her being sore from the boob operation but the next day she was feeling completely recovered and instead of taking me to fun places or showing me around the city she went to get a massage and left me waiting at the lobby for more than an hour, then we went to have lunch with her friends and besides keeping her distance she didn’t want to have a picture with me, all of that was strange, she then suggested watching Furious 7 and just before entering the cinema she sad “Baby I’m feeling very tired to watch the movie” I agreed but instead of being tired she began to visit every single store in the mall dragging me as an accessory.

She was on the phone 90% of the time, I had never seen a person being on the phone that much, she was carrying 3 cellphones actually, she said it was business-related because she was running the “Sensual Massage” business in London. Then I found the truth, I saw her texting the new girl: “It’s 50 pounds for BJ with Condom, 200 for penetration” This was no massage place, they were running a prostitution ring in London flying girls from Bulgaria and South America. This explained how she and her friend seemed to have a lot of money and spending a lot and showing off and bringing expensive gifts to her friends (typical low life behavior) I was sure her friend the Gold Digger who started the business probably started as a call girl herself and my girl could have worked as one too (I mean the way she had sex was pro-like). It’s incredibly how her friend saw herself as a successful, independent, hard working business woman; In reality they were friggin’ low lives!

I also found out she had no relationship skills at all, I mean she did have many girlfriends and would talk to them all the time but with me she only talked about going to clubs, shopping, expensive travel, plastic surgery (she said now she wanted a lip job) and about her new personal trainer, she also had an addiction to using the phone, I knew this was probably the reason her ex husband dumped her for another woman, btw he was the owner of a strip club. At the same time she gave him custody of the child so that the boy could live with a family while she used the excuse of making money in London, but who goes to clubs 4 times a week at age 28 and having a kid?

The situation turned scary, I was in a crappy European country staying with people I didn’t really know, I began to plan my exit but the return flights were really expensive I decided to wait just 2 more days to get the hell out with the ticket I already had, at some point I joked with myself about being Liam Neeson in “Taken”. Now we were meeting her friends all the time and now she didn’t bother in talking in English, now everything was Bulgarian, no longer cared about me, in fact I suggested we took a tour on the historical center of Sofia and in front of her friends she told me “I’d love to baby but I have an appointment to get my nails done”, her friends had an expression in their face where they were feeling pity for me and probably thought their friend was not acting in the right way but they remained quiet.

The last hours before my flight I didn’t act upset or anything, I didn’t need more dramas, so I listen patiently to her and by making conversation I found out she was banging the whole city! I mean, I’m surprised sometimes as how naive I can be, the reality is that women will always have it easy when it comes to relationships. The woman I thought was having a hard time meeting men and being lonely for being a single mother in reality was banging even her gynecologist! She even told me she was going to have dinner with him on day I was to leave Bulgaria, and she without shame or guilt started mentioning all the men she was banging, some of them were married, one was her dentist, gynecologist, etc. Why invite me over then? She wasn’t lacking any attention.

I mean, I was not in love with her, we had an open relationship, but why the f~~~ convince me to go visit her, promising to have fun, really honey potting me into going even though I was resisting to go as much as I could, to finally arrive and act like she didn’t know me and completely turn into a cold distant human being? That can only be women’s logic, also I don’t know if she was also BPD or bipolar but this hot/cold behavior just seems to be actually natural in women.

After that I never messaged her again, she also didn’t.

I lived 5 days of hell in Bulgaria, I was p~~~ed off but above all, so disappointed at women, I would not recover afterwards, perhaps I finally understood I was chasing unicorns…

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

Keymaster wrote:

ILiveAgain wrote:

She’s now 19 …. I have her in my life ….. I still have the cancer but it’s at bay …. and do you know what MATE I FEEL LIKE AND ACTUALLY AM A F~~~ING WINNER.

I suppose I was unaware you were dealing with that – with your high spirits, and penchant for humor. But your handle “I live again” is self explanatory. I only wish at dark times I would be able to hang on the ability to laugh like that. Tip my hat. If you could bottle and sell that, you would be rich beyond your wildest dreams. … but then again, I’m guessing you have found real wealth another way.

KM first of all thank you for those words …… for me they are beyond a price or other such trivia. True feelings and honesty are food for my soul.

However, should we be sitting down with a beer …. chewing the fat ….. I would tell you that one of the best things in my life is cancer…… gasp ☺

When all around me was a emotional tornado …. divorce, courts, chemo etc …… I found I became hyper focused on what was really important ….. really really important. It levels me …. keeps me grounded.

My child, family and making all the people I love smile. Money wise Ive been slaughtered. I had ‘things’ which are now gone ….. and Im so happy with all that…… because it clears my life of trivia. I dont ‘want’ anymore …… but I love giving.

So I’m lucky, I’m free, I’m single, I’m dad ……. I’m mgtow ☺

I would not change a single thing except my daughters hurt and that caused to my family.

Finally, just when I thought things were good and couldn’t get any better …… I found this site.

The sun shines a little brighter for me and the air that little sweeter.

[DarthWParticipant]

I gotta agree with Keymaster on the single mom thing.  No way.  Every single mom I’ve dated was ultimately looking for a wallet while also telling me she didn’t have much time for me (although my wallet should always make time for she and her brood).  I don’t care how nice single mommy is, if you entangle yourself with her you are in for a mess of red flags.

“I’ve had a few one night stands.”  – Red flag from a woman who wanted me to wait until she felt comfy to have sex and knew I’d stick around.  I was a blue pill then, and something I wouldn’t tolerate now at all.  This was one of the times I began to do the math that committed relationships are bulls~~~, because I thought “I’m having to jump through all these hoops, spend all this money, to get something you were also willing to let all those other guys have for nearly free?!”  In time this wore on me as I realized, all I’m doing is always jumping through her hoops and meeting her demands, just to get some pussy that she handed out like candy to other guys.  This was my second to last serious relationship as MGTOW began to seed in my mind (although I didn’t know what it was then, I knew something was not right)

“I’m trying to do things differently.  I usually tend to make self-destructive choices in past relationships.”  WHAT?!  I never clearly understood exactly what she meant by “self-destructive” although in time I think part of it may have been f~~~ing her deadbeat, jailbird ex-father to her kids whom she couldn’t seem to set boundaries with.  It also included providing money and housing to her drop-out sister and drug-addled mother (which my money would have gone to if I’d ever lived or married her.  To which I told her, “Your addict mother expects you to be her retirement plan, and I will not be part of that.”  Finally, when I realized she was on Vicodin supposedly for knee pain, and Xanax for anxiety I knew we were done.  Her mom and sisters are addicts, and I have little doubt she is or soon will be.

When they sit back and let you do all the work and pay for everything….Which quite honestly is most women.  I got so tired of putting in a lot of work painting her living room, mowing her lawn, hauling crap for them in my truck, and spending piles of money, while they all sat back and acted like they didn’t have the time, or skills, to assist me.

[avillaxParticipant]

OK so since I see your support here’s part 2:

After my life was f~~~ed up for dating BPD women I decided to leave everything behind and so I quit my job and joined a spiritual movement and became a missionary. I really believed in their teachings, specially since I experienced them first hand: I had astral projections, I had transcendental experiences, I met dead Masters in another dimension.

The problem was that they put so much emphasis on finding a partner in order to practice white tantra to achieve liberation. My liberation depended on it and they also said that if one lived a righteous life that partner would soon or later arrive.

So I began to live a chaste and righteous life but the partner never came and I always felt the pressure and the shame for being unable to find her, in fact I spent more than 3 year alone until I quit the movement and became Buddhist.

Almost 4 years after my last breakup I finally  had another girlfriend, she was a good girl but I knew the relationship was doomed since the beginning since she had trust issues because her mother had her when she was a single mother and raised her to distrust men. Also her parents were from a lower social background and when they found out I was inviting her daughter to spend the night with me (even though she was 26, though a virgin before knowing me) they did everything they could to brainwash her into breaking up with me after only 4 months of relationship for not having a marriage proposal on the table. Of course I wasn’t going to have those idiots as parents in law.

After this and knowing that being a good guy wasn’t going to bring any women to my life, I began to go to nightclubs again and partying hard. Then on my brother’s wedding in Cancun a friend of his introduced me to some girls he had met the day before and I had a one night stand with one of them.

She had a nice body but her face was so, so, in fact I always thought she was an OK girl, we had fun that night and we agreed to go out, she was also from the same city I was living at which was quite strange considering the city only has 250, 000 people, so it was pure luck.

I added her to facebook and took some days before talking about going out. Then when I finally did, she started to make up excuses not to go out with me although she seemed to genuinely like me. She was 1 year older (33) just OK-looking, so I couldn’t understand why her ex boyfriend looked like a model, a “hunk” and also had money, I mean, I thought a guy like that could get a much hotter girl. I sadly discovered that with the city being so small and not particularly known for female beauty this OK girl was in super high demand, so much that the reason she wasn’t going out with me was because she was seeing other guys (typical, women tend to label men as player but as you know reality is the opposite since they have unlimited supply of choices), I mean it is not even fair. I stopped talking to her and then she contacted me randomly and we agreed to go on a date, which she later cancelled the same day. As a good guy, I was trying to be good, not just have a nightstand and run, but contrary to what women say, they’re the ones actually playing. A lot of time invested and like always they’re the ones who decide Yes or No.

2 weeks after that, I got lucky, my player friend who gets a lot of pussy (70% of the reason is because he has lots of money and spends lots of money showing off a lot) invited a f~~~ buddy from Bulgaria who brought a friend with her. I seduced her friend and we were together for 5 days having sex 3 times per day and enjoying one another.

There was something weird about this girl, for instance, her friend was a total gold digger, vane and bitchy, in contrast, my girl was very quiet. She also f~~~ed like a pornstar, I mean she would take the condom off and start sucking my dick wanting me to cum inside her mouth, I had never had a girlfriend do that, I cannot say I actually enjoyed it because everything was too hard core and fast so I couldn’t enjoy it much but I appreciated her effort and the fact that she wanted to f~~~ 3 times per day. But I always felt she was a “Pro”. She was also very cuddly, very loving, I thought I didn’t care if she didnt talk much or was not perfect, all I wanted was a loving girl and good company and so far she was. I also thought it was a good thing we had an open relationship since I didnt want to fall in love quickly or anything.

She looked pretty with all the make up on and her expensive clothes and Victoria Secret but once she was completely naked her boobs were horribly saggy, her pussy all f~~~ed up and her legs and butt full of cellulite at age 28. She also had had a child. In my inexperienced mind (I had had sex with 11 girls before her in my 32 years old and only 5 girlfriends mostly with which I lasted no more than 4 months each) I thought I was actually doing her a favor, I thought since she had a child she would be lonely and hard for her to find a man. Later on I was about to find how naive I was…

Also they had a fishy business, they said they had a “sensual massage business” in London where they hired mostly Brazilian girls to jack off guys. This is legal in London and other places in Europe, so though it was fishy I thought it was OK.

They went back to London and we kept an open relationship mostly talking on Skype. Then I moved to Prague and being close we started to plan seeing each other. She traveled to Bulgaria and invited me to come visit her. I knew Bulgaria was crap so I tried to convince her to visit me or I could see her in London after she came back from Bulgaria.With my humble experience with f~~~ed up women I knew many things could go wrong, specially in a place like Bulgaria, so I was hesitant to go, but she Honey Potted me into booking a flight to see her “We will have fun” she said…

Then, she told me the reason she was in Bulgaria was because she was gonna get a boob job, I totally thought she needed it, problem was that her doctor decided to operate before I arrived instead of afterwards, that meant I was going to see her just after her operation and that didn’t feel right though I couldnt cancel or change the flight and she said it was no problem, “we would have fun anyways” she said…

The moment I arrived to her room in Bulgaria, I saw her lying in bed with a cold face, I kissed her and she stood there like a cold statue. The happy, super sensual, cuddly, loving woman was gone, just like any of my previous BPD ex girlfriends, at that moment I knew I was f~~~ed…

 

Wanna hear more of my sick stories? Comment below and I will continue.

 

 

 

[RedHeadedStrangerParticipant]

John Doe wrote:

In regards to MGTOW and objectivism it breaks down to this simple observation/question: Rand was a woman. Rand “created”/promoted objectivism. Objectivism claims to “help” men. 1-Either Rand was a NAWALT, which conflicts with MGTOW ideology in regards to how women are or 2- She was a awalt and can only give a woman’s point of view in relations to men’s issues. Regardless of either these are important questions, because as MGTOW a common observation being made is: -Women deceive men. -Women only care about themselves. It confuses me because MGTOW claim that women should not be in charge (man in charge of his own life) yet a lot seem to “follow” Rand. A good metaphor for this would be the wife who lets her man think he is free but is really directing his actions (in the household.) I also held a similar opinion with Esthar villar which is on another thread.

Rand was an AWALT.  She famously cuckoled her husband.  Her walk did not backup her talk.  So what?  If a blind man tells me the sky is blue, does that mean the sky is not blue?  It is possible to identify, espouse, and practice rationality without achieving moral perfection.  However, that does not mean that one’s goal should not be such.  Sure she deceived men, sure she only cared about herself and the people from whom she gained value.  Can you say that you do not deceive men, or that you care about all others – even those who would destroy you?  I don’t think you can.  I can’t.  It is easy to fall prey to the ad hominem fallacy: ‘she was a woman, therefore her philosophy is moot.’

Listen, I get it.  She was a whore.  She ran a cult.  She was a meth-head.  But that does not mean that what she said is bulls~~~.  If she had been born a man, would you still disagree with her words?  If so, then let’s talk about that.  If not, then realize that sometimes, and rarely, a woman can say something that is absolutely correct.  Call your mom and ask her if 2+2=4.  See.

Before you ban me from the forum for white-knighting for Rand, let me say that I don’t give a s~~~.  The woman is MY personal hero, and I have yet to meet her intellectual equal, male or female.

If this is my final post, I shall say farewell with a quote from Captain America:

“Doesn’t matter what the press says.  Doesn’t matter what the politicians or the mobs say.  Doesn’t matter if the whole country says that something wrong is something right.  This nation was founded upon one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences.  When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world….  No. You move.”

 

 

I have finally decided not to pursue women any more, my story is as follows:

When I was a kid I had dreams of marrying a woman and forming a family, it was very embedded in my mind, perhaps from watching my parents being mostly happy, I can remember liking girls even from kindergarten and I used to tell my parents that I really wanted to marry some of them and I remember I was really in love at the tender age of 6 years old.

Unfortunately most of my childhood after that was spent on a private school only for boys in Mexico and when I started interacting with girls again until High School I realized I had no social skills for women even though I was good looking, from a good family in a good financial position.

As you know, the dating world is brutal and my lack of skills brought a lot of frustration until one day I had my first girlfriend at age 19, I must say she was the only one I had good times with, we were together for more than 2 years and what made me break up with her was that she was letting herself go and had very little libido and this was also affecting her general stamina: was pretty much allergic to exercise, would get tired after one minute being in cowgirl or doggy position, in fact, sex was a very energy demanding activity for her, she didn’t crave it even though we were teens!. So we broke up and now that I’m 32 and looking back at this relationship I accept that it was the best I had.

After that I realized I still didn’t have the right skills for meeting women, so I joined the seduction community and was finally getting something. After almost 3 years of being single (not by will) I charmed a pretty girl at a wedding I was invited to, it took a lot of effort but at the end of the night I thought I had been solid and we agreed to go out on a date, I remember calling her to ask her out and she seemed excited and happy and agreed on the date, etc. Then on the day of the actual date I sent her a message “I’ll be picking you up in about 30 minutes”, she never replied and got me worried, then I started calling her and she wouldn’t pick up, nor reply to my messages, after hours of frustration I knew she had stood me up. I later learned from her cousin that she told her she did so because she liked another guy.

But why lie? why play with somebody’s feelings? I was taught a high sense of morality by my parents, never to play with people, always say the truth, and always keep my word. And this girl I met was actually from a good family, with good education, not some ghetto trash, it didn’t matter, later on I was going to realize that 99% of  women were like that, in fact, our society doesn’t even put much emphasis on women keeping their word or having these righteous values, that is more supposed to be a man’s thing since women are deemed “fragile” and “needing protection” and being “victims” and so our society practically gives them a free forgiveness pass for whatever crap they do. If karma applied to them this girl will somehow pay for this, but sadly I found out she married a rich guy a year ago, they never have it hard to get what they want.

Little later I finally met and started dating an older girl who was really sexual and good in bed, everything was great for the first month but she always seemed to have issues until she started withdrawing sex, pushing me away for no reason, acting cold and putting me on a “waiting list”, a friend of mine who was a psychiatrist told me she had Borderline Personality Disorder, I can’t describe the mess she did with my brain and feelings but I ended up with depression, bed-ridden, and had to take medication.

After so much pain and recovery I got on track again and started going out and after 9 months I met through a friend another really cute girl, it was weird because she was the one who actually hit on me, I knew I was good looking but to have women hitting on me was unusual. After dating and being happy on the first week, again I noticed she was taking depression pills, going to see a shrink on Tuesdays, “Group Therapy” whatever that meant on Thursdays, then she began to change just like the previously mentioned girlfriend and then she broke up with me on the phone after one month. The fact that she did so by the phone was hurting because I was educated to always do these kind of things in person, also during all this time I had been a good boyfriend looking to have a long-term functional relationship. In the end, again, a woman displayed total lack of empathy and values. My psychiatrist friend again also told me she was probably bipolar or borderline.

Finally, after 9 months came the third looney, a beautiful French girl who was a recent acquaintance from my best friend. Everything was so great at the beginning but she had a history of anorexia, in fact she told me she was locked down in a hospital at age 16 because otherwise she was going to die but that she had left that behind. Again, after a month, she changed from being the most loving, sexual, charismatic girlfriend into an ice cube, withholding sex, not communicating and having moments of extreme depression that seemed suicidal, I couldn’t understand why, I was doing everything I could to keep her happy, even planning trips to the beach and anything, even helping her with her paperwork to get a work permit as her student permit was over, etc. And every time I asked her about her feelings towards me, she just remained silent. After only 3 months of relationship I began to lose it, I just wanted a normal loving long term relationship like I once did with my first girlfriend, was it so hard to ask? In my crazy attempt to “save” our relationship I yielded to lending her $2000 to help her pay for her studies, she said she was sending money every month but the money transfer fees were $30 each time and she wanted to avoid this by making one payment every 6 months but that she would pay me every month for 6 months.

After that, I had to break up with her when her bipolarity went to extreme and she began to avoid me, we had been together for 3 months only. Then the monthly payments never arrived, they never did for more than a year, she said she didn’t have money, then after her depression and getting her permit and work she began to hang out again with some of my friends and they reported to me that she was paying for her drinks and food, yet she would always tell me she didn’t have any money, after having to beg her to give me my money back (I would have given up to the idea but some of my friends would make fun of me for having been ripped off) I let her know through a friend that I was going to sue her, in that moment she slowly began paying until after 3 years she finally paid the full $2000, in that time, of course, she had been dating another guy and they’re still together for more than 3 years to my dismay as I always thought a woman like that would be too crazy to last  more than a few months with anyone but as destiny’s joke she seems to be better now mentally/emotionally, just not with me but with another guy and the guy.

And it also hurts that after all the damage done they get other partners effortless, while we have to battle so much and get nothing, not only that, but for a while I felt she was banging this guy while enjoying the money I lent her. The idea of marriage then began to slip away from me, the fact that you could divorce and have to pay alimony while a woman could have a live-in partner and be banging him while leaching off of you just seems like hell on earth on my mind. The idea of happiness I had as a child was no more, marriage was not happiness.

After this experience I began to see shrinks looking for an explanation of why I had had 3 crazy girlfriends in a row with the same mental problem (BPD) I wanted to find out if I was broken myself, but to my surprise they couldn’t find anything wrong with me, it just seemed bad luck or not enough experience with women, in other words there are many things society doesn’t want to accept and one of them is that maybe as much as 50% of the female population suffers from some kind of mental/emotional disease.

After that I joined a religious movement and became a missionary, and the story doesn’t end up there, if you wanna hear more, please comment because I have more crazy stories to tell.

 

[Vector VikingParticipant]

I finally remembered my breaking point! I had tried to think of the answer to the OP’s question several times and kept missing the mark because I was searching my memory for a singular negative event instead of an overwhelmingly positive one.

I had made plans to spend a week away with the gf- and all the pain-in-the-ass scheduling arrangements and expenses that go with it. This was actually the second time I had gone to the trouble to set up this trip, she had cancelled at the last minute the first time and the whole thing was already a nightmare of rearranging (which with work and timeshare involved other people that didn’t even know her) by this point. So the day before we’re set to go, she calls to cancel AGAIN because one of her chick friends was getting divorced and needed a place to crash or some bulls~~~. So I tell her fine, I’ll cancel the plans and take the financial hit on it again, but I’m not going to reschedule anything.

She immediately launches into this giant screaming and crying tirade, the kind where you have to hold the phone away from your head. I can’t even tell you what it was about because I put the phone down, went in the bathroom and brushed my teeth, came back and SHE’S STILL SCREAMING. So I put it back down and went back to the bathroom and took a nice leisurely morning dump, where I had a bit of an epiphany (ain’t that usually where it happens?). I came back to my living room and picked the phone back up, wishing she had reached critical anger mass and hung up on me, but nope! Still screaming. I told her that she can do whatever she wants, but that I’d box up the stuff of hers that she kept at my apartment and drop it off on her step on the way to the airport and that I was going to go by myself and hung up the phone.

BEST. VACATION. EVER.

With the money that I likely would have spent on her, I went SCUBA diving with green sea turtles in Akumal, went deep-sea fishing in the Gulf for a day, took day trips to Chichen Itza one day and Tulum/Xel-Ha another, made friends with a Coati, went rock climbing with a couple of cute Burmese girls that I met at the swimming pool bar, went to a goddamn RAVE in Playa del Carmen one night, (who knew those were even still a thing?) generally had the time of my life. Made a bunch of friends from the US, Mexico, UK, and France, and still keep in touch with them. If that wasn’t enough of an overload of awesome, I used the airline credit from cancelling her flight and spent the following New Year’s Eve in NYC, and went to see one of my favorite bands (Gogol Bordello). So that’s how my last relations~~~ ended and my red-pill life began.

When I got back from Mexico and checked my text messages (don’t mess around with adding international plans when you go abroad, just get a burner when you get there), there was a veritable rollercoaster of emotional messages and voicemails from her, the last of which said -get this- “I’m willing to give you another chance if you learn to work on your communication skills.” I laughed so much, I got to skip ab day that week.

 

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

I’m not proud of this but  …

When I got custody of my 5yo girl I was delighted. Everything was wonderful until I realised there was something very big missing. That was female touch and advice.

As my girl got older this became more apparent.

Back then there were no male baby changing rooms and bringing a female child in a male toilet was a real big problem. I was arrested on one occasion.

So I made a plan. I went on dating sites and ‘found’ three women I could just date for there skills.

One was a doctor, one a child welfare expert and the other was a lawyer.

On each date I told them ….. after lots of wine … the truth about why I was dating them. Rather then getting slapped in the face, each on started crying and started saying how amazing this was … and that I’d chosen them.

It was all a bit nuts coz I didn’t think it would work. My deal with them was if I needed help I would go on date and pay and they give me their advice and ideas.

This all fell apart when little by little each and everyone of them invited me and daughter over for dinner.

This went on from age 5 – 17. When my daughter finally grew up and became ‘settled’, the 3 women still remained in our lives and yes friends.

They are 100% in the friend zone. We all know whats going on and without all the sex pressure, they’re like amazing sisters.

They also know I’m mgtow but didn’t get it until they tried to aranged the odd surprise dates with others.

I think my only dealings with women are through the friend zone. It’s a very good bulls~~~ filter …. for me.

However, I do know at least two of the friends don’t really like it there and one …. who I really really like keeps trying to get out ….. but alas my mistress is mgtow.

So recently I saw Age of Ultron with some friends. I was originally just supposed to go on the weekend with the blue pill friend but then some other friends said Friday so the 5 of us decided to all go Friday. When I say blue pill friend I mean it in the way he is so desperate for pussy that he lets his girlfriend treat him like s~~~, cheat on, him, and boss him around and he thinks they have a great relationship. So as soon as he gets in the car he asks me about liking cosplay girls on facebook because he liked a girl who made really good costumes, but when his girlfriend found out she flipped out and told him to unlike her because she didn’t like it. He is asking me for advice and I am telling him to keep liking the page if he wants to and she doesn’t own him. When I mentioned she is insecure he very slowly said “she doesn’t like that word”. We got to the house of another friend and he kept talking about the cosplay thing for a bit more and after we told him to keep liking the page because there was nothing wrong with it he then goes on about how he planned on going to his girlfriends house on the weekend to do work for her dad but she flipped out over the fact he would be at her house on Saturday. When he said he needed the extra money for THEIR date she accused him of being lazy for not wanting to work a few hours on weekdays after his normal job by wanting to do a full 8 hours on Saturday. So he continued to ask us advice on that and my friend and I told him that is was strange his girlfriend got that mad about him being at her house and him wanting to knock it out in 8 hours we finally got to the theater. The whole time from picking him up until the theater he was the one talking. We get to the theater and meet the 2 other friends. We get our seats and I end up sitting next to my blue pill friend. Now as much as I love hanging out with him he always adds commentary to movies and tv. At my house I can always pause the movie or tv show if need be. In a theater it is different so during the movie he says stuff like “OH no!, haha owned, IT’S AN INFINITY STONE!”.

So after the movie we go to Sushi and another friend sits by him this time. We saw at the sushi bar with me in the middle and I talked to the 2 friends on my left mostly while my friend on the right talked mostly to my blue pill friend. At the end when my blue pill friend went to use the bathroom my friend said “thanks a lot guys for not sitting by me, I had to listen to him talk non stop lol” Later he told me that he spent the whole time just talking and talking and most of it was just asking him stupid questions. We then went to go play video games at a friends house and he had fun and later I took two of my friends home. Later I realized he was so talkative is because of girlfriend keeps him down. He doesn’t have many friends expect really for me and the guy he talked to at sushi. He hangs out with me every now and then but most of the time he is with his girlfriend who constantly treats him like s~~~ and bosses him around. He kind of realizes it too which is why he asks us advice on stuff and we always tell him to either dump her or stand up to her, but he never does. What I saw was a man that was happy to be having fun and away from the stress of his girlfriend that he can’t bring himself to admit is a problem. The constant talking was trying to get as much male interaction and bonding as possible because he knew the minute he saw his girlfriend again he would go back to being unhappy.

[jack reacherParticipant]

Great post Keymaster.

I also feel the need to step away from time to time. Sometimes reading about the s~~~ that happens to males in a gyncentric society, or reading about the pervasive and unchallenged misandry can be a little overwhelming. Other times it is good to step back and let new members voice themselves, as often they have to work through the same learning curve as the rest of us. And as RoyDal pointed out, there is almost a planned obsolence inherent to MGTOW groups. There will inherently be a turnover within the MGTOW world as new men take the red pill, and more experienced MGTOW finally step away. Though,like others, I also greatly appreciate having a place to go to share thoughts with other men in a self regulating environment.

I see myself in a few years stepping away from participating in and supporting the gynocracry, getting away from the city and becoming more self sufficient.  When one steps away from the gynocracy, he can focus on more essential things than being fodder for that system. It could well be this is the ultimate measure or indication of MGTOW success.

[Puffin StuffParticipant]

I made the mistake of inviting my mother and sister with their families to my house for mothers day. It was a hilarious meltdown of epic proportions with the two women trying to out do helping me, the “vaginally handicapped” man, in the kitchen. Like calling me 3 hrs before dinner and changing the time to within the next hour. Rearranged my furniture and headed outside for a barb-be-que despite me preparing a sit down lasagna dinner.

Then when I finally got people inside to the finely done dinning room table my mother decides to hold a grudge because she wanted to sit outside.

The next day the hens encircled their wagons for a long war.

How dare I suggest that we eat dinner in my house, while I’m the host, in the manner I have planned with the effort it took me all week to prepare for. For gods sake, I don’t have a vagina, how dare I.

After all, I’m a man, and the inside of the house is female territory. If your going your own way then women see your house as “ownerless” and start treating you like their husbands (subordinates).

I was divorced twice. No more wives for me. They’ll be no more invitations to my house for them. I refuse the drama.

#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.

Ok, so I’m at the bus stop waiting for my bus as usual…

The bus arrives..

There are many people waiting for the bus, but only two people have to get on (Me and some stranger)

I pay with money so I always let others on first because they usually have bus passes and can just show the bus driver and find their seat quickly.

So i let the stranger on first. Then I take one step on the bus.

One leg on the bus, one leg on the ground I suddenly hear

“HOLD THE BUS! HOLD THE BUS!”

Strike 1

I turn my head left and i see a morbidly obese white woman, one block down the street.

The nice guy I am, I keep my feet planted waiting for her to come (probably took 15 seconds which is a lot of time if you think about it)

she finally arrives to the bus

Strike 2

I pay first and find my seat on the empty bus. I was expecting… ya know a “thank you” from her. Saving her from walking home and burning anymore calories

I’m pretty angry because I did a nice thing for someone who didn’t even appreciate it. Honestly, if i didn’t wait the bus would have been GONE because if you aren’t AT the bus stop they don’t care. ***I learned if you do nice things, don’t ever expect anything in return

Barely 2 blocks the bus has passed and she tells the bus driver she wants off

Strike 3

The silly fat lady didn’t want to walk.

 

Anyways, would you guys have stopped? I know this is a silly story but it just amazes me how people(or woman) think they are just entitled to everything

 

 

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