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[harpo-my-“SON”Participant]

After 12 1/2 years married and 13 years of the state breathing down my neck, I am finally able to start over from scratch at 52 years old…This will never be a viable option for the older mgtow..The younger men may think this is a reasonable risk, but still there are risks…I Have one daughter and no other children are in my plans….

FIDK wrote

Most fathers in these forums would agree that raising children is a true gift.

Most fathers in this forum were robbed of the opportunity of raising their own children..An overwhelming majority in the 90% or above range..So most fathers would agree to having been deprived of a true gift maybe, but a very small fraction can attest to the correctness  of your presumption. My praise and salutations to SoulMan The only single mgtow father at this forum that I know of taking an active role in raising his child..There may be more I don’t know about, but the percentage is low I am sure…

 I suspect pleasing one’s wife takes about the same amount of energy as two children on average. Reasoned comments are welcome, as I may have just seen the worst.

You have only scratched the surface of the best of woman if she can be pleased at all, and hardy close enough to catch a glimpse of the worst..Pleasing the worst wife is not possible at all no matter how much time and effort you are willing to expend..

 

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[WOTGMSpectator]

DEEPINTHOUGHT, you would be correct in your assessment of me. I honestly HATE confrontation, but push me too far, and I explode like a volcano. When people push my buttons, instead of nipping it in the butt early, I let it go. Then people try to push me a little more, thinking “he’s a pushover” not realizing that if they keep doing it, I will transform into a psycho.

Normally though, I am easy going, nice, and yes, I am naive in some ways. Many times I know people (women especially) are not treating me right, yet their explanations often involve trying to make ME look like the bad guy. And sometimes I question myself if it’s true, even when I know in my heart it is blatantly not. I understand now that because of my emotional makeup, I am not suited for the cut-throat world of dating, let alone marriage. I wouldn’t survive 2 minutes lol.

I think it’s ok though. I’ve come to grips with it…finally. I can be happy on my own, and I’m starting to realize that for the first time and embrace it. Even things like sex I can still have, but I don’t “need” a relationship with a woman to have value. All this time I was looking for validation from women who were not fit to shine my shoes on any level. I think I finally get it now. I don’t need them, they need me. They are just better at making me THINK I need them more than they need me. That is literally their only advantage. Once you overcome that, they literally have absolutely nothing else over you. Nothing.

I guess you could say I “understand” how the game is played. I just have no interest in playing it anymore. I know what women want…the John Wayne type etc. but I cannot be that guy, I can only be myself. I don’t enjoy playing pretend. So the only other option is to opt out. Only now I understand that “opting out” isn’t bad, it’s GOOD. I didn’t think like that before, but now I do. That’s the difference. I can still get sex from women because I’m not a bad looking guy. Maybe not as much as “alpha’s” but that’s ok. And companionship can come from friends, and hobbies.

I am extremely emotional, you read me right on that one. My biggest weakness. But I’ve been dealing with that issue as of late as well. I’ve gotten better. It’s tough sometimes. I feel like I only want a partner in life and at times, I don’t understand why that is considered too much to ask. But if this is how women are it’s just not worth it.

I get what you are saying about how to deal with “tests” from women. My thing is though, is why do you even need to test someone to begin with? I can’t stand it. When I meet a nice person, I don’t think “Gee I wonder how much I can take advantage of him/her”. And yet that is EXACTLY the type of thinking most women or anyone in general seem to have when meeting someone that they think “they can over on”. I just never understood it. It’s not something a good person does.

EDIT: She is a professor of Psychology.

EDIT: I love Charles Bronson. I own every Death Wish movie. Death Wish 3 is hilarious haha.

[Anonymous]

@fang, do you know what -68° f. -55.55 c. feels like? It feels like acid attacking your skin! Immediately starts to sting! It happened to me on a mountain side ski house we rented years ago. I went to let my dogs out about 4:30 AM. The doorknob was covered with frost just like in the movie “the day after tomorrow”, the sliding glass door was a sheet of thin ice with frosty edges, windows too. When my dogs hit the cold air darting to go out, I heard one of them yelp, and before I could close the door they ran back inside with their tails between their legs, and ran to the other end of the house! By that time (5 seconds) I felt the frigid cold air whirling around the backside of the door and filling the house. Then I slammed the door shut, my friends said WTF, after being hit by the frigid draft, and the dogs running past them. We went to the window, scraped off some ice to see the thermometer, I took us a few minutes to actually believe our eyes, s~~~ you not! -68° f.!

Dry? 0% humidity! When the barometer goes up from a Canadian high pressure, you have to drink as much water as if it was summertime. When you open your gortex® on a cold day skiing (to cool off) a vapor cloud rises from the opening, and your gloves are steaming, along with your hands. I tried to explain it to a Mexican on Couzmel, no comprender! there’s not enough Spanish words for explanation. Frio doesn’t cut it.

The Women? What f~~~in women? They vanished decades ago! You were in the Pioneer Valley, the flatlander zone! Wherever it’s flat, the chicks are ugly and fat! You have to go to the mountains to find thin girls, it’s because your legs are always in 4wheel drive LOW. Everything you do involves climbing, weather or not, you want to or not! Try walking through 3 ft of fresh fallen snow. Summer time it takes me about 3 minutes to walk to the house from the beginning of the driveway, winter time in 3 ft of snow it takes 35 to 45 minutes’, never mind clearing all the snow after I get there, and I have a skid-steer, and it’s still exhausting and takes 2 hours…

Below is a picture of my driveway in Vermont, we had to clear a hole in the snowbank with my snow blower I brought with us, or else I’d block the town road, for 3 hrs…

It’s time for me to get the f~~~ out of Dodge! I’m witnessing the same degradation as Detroit allover New England, it’s a bleak economic outlook with all the socialism and sense of entitlement that’s taken root around here. It’s finally destroyed my willingness to stay,”be a man”, “man up’ and “stick it out”! Yea, they can stick it up their ass!

[ComingInHotParticipant]

BrainPilot wrote:

I see this common theme over and over with women: they won’t (or can’t) build or create something of their own effort. But when men create it, they will make enormous effort to claim it and take it. Given the chance, they’ll do it with a website, a government, money, homes, children, media… They will lie, cheat, steal, misrepresent themselves (under oath if necessary), and the men they aspire to take from with much more determination than would be required to create it themselves. And no matter how much they get, it’s never enough. I first noticed this when I realized my ex wife was exerting way more effort to get the money from me that she was costing… than she would have had to exert to just go out and earn that money on her own. I told her I would file for divorce if she refused to work at least part time. She refused, and threatened me if I tried to leave. I left anyway, and she’s had to work full time to support herself ever since. Her standard of living working full time on her own is far less than it would have been working part time in a marriage with me. (After the divorce, my standard of living went up) What is it that makes them more motivated to take something created by men than to exert the lesser effort required to create it for themselves? They can create babies with little effort at all. You’d think they’d be satisfied and feel accomplished and validated by that. Any quick perusal of an embryology book makes it pretty apparent that this is a pretty amazing process. Yet, they spend their time focused on behavior like we see here. Is it just the relatively recent population explosion that makes them value that ability so much less now? I guess I’m changing the subject here, and maybe should be asking in a new thread, but someone explain this to me. I can make the observation, but I can’t come up with a mechanism to explain why…

 

BrainPilot,

what you are referring to is what is I have named the, “Golden Triangle” entitlement. They think because they have a Golden Triangle between their legs they can get everything and anything, given to them or they can steal it as their own.  When I was doing undergrad I busted my f~~~in ass on this project.  I mean countless hours, I created 99% of the questions, handed out 64 out of 75 of the inventories to students on campus etc.  I was trying to make a valid and reliable way to measure relationship satisfaction in college students.  I had 4 women in my group, one pulled her weight and was fantastic, although we didn’t get along all the time.  The other three were total best friends who were c~~~s who didnt do anything but make my life a complete and living hell.  The 11 surveys they handed out, weren’t given out properly of they just filled them out, f~~~ing up the final result.  Then the only other thing they had to do was calculate the data on spss, which I could have taught a chimp to do.  They botched that up too! I had to go in and redo all the data calculation because they messed it up.  I had to correct it, thus giving me an internal reliability of 89% if i remember correctly, when they did it, it was 98% and I knew that was to good and they made an error.  Long story short they put their 3 names ahead of mine, then the other girl who pulled her weight.  I had no recourse, no option etc, I told the professor the entire semester that the 3 weren’t doing anything, all they f~~~in did was “talk about a druggy BF, and their stupid jewelry bracelets that mean things.” I had to do so much f~~~in work it was pathetic. The professor was on their side the entire time.  They went to the APS poster symposium  in San Fran and they were expecting me to show up, and I didn’t, I left them hanging, they thought I was going to pay 2-3k on hotel, plane flight etc, and do all the talking to passerby’s while they stand there and look pretty.  They even tried to find out what all other psychological inventories I was making so they could try to f~~~ me and take those as their own.

Women, yes all women, are downright despicable, hideous, treacherous beings that wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for their warm holes.  If I ever need to do another psych research and trying to get it into an APS or APA symposium, I am only teaming with guys, no exception.

I will never change my mind or outlook, women are truly f~~~in entitled, selfish and 100% useless besides sex.

[sidecarParticipant]

DeepInThought wrote:

Basically a woman who is in her late 20’s and early 30’s can freeze their eggs and continue with their careers and have the option to have child later or when they find a more suitable partner, she said.

I don’t know whether to laugh at this or laugh really hard at this.  Where to even begin?

1. Continue with their careers?  Is that what they’re telling themselves?  The further they are into their careers the LESS able they will be to drop everything for a few years to pop out a child.  There is no way they don’t realize that.  So what are they planning on doing?  Waiting until they retire at 65 to have a baby and do the single mommy thing with the grandma set?  Careers have nothing to do with this.
2. I think we all know what “a more suitable male partner” means:  A nice, fat walking wallet who will pay to let them play house with baby.  Too bad for them Mr. Right Amount has gone his own way.
3. Finally “when” they find a walking wallet?  Seriously, WHEN?  She means “IF” and SHE DAMN WELL KNOWS IT.  And that that’s a really big IF.  These women would have better luck buying lottery tickets.

This isn’t a “celebration”.  This is a Hail Mary Play final act of desperation by women who have run out their biological clocks and are praying for a miracle in overtime.  It’s only a party in the sense that a funeral is a type of party.  They aren’t celebrating their reproductive freedom.  They’re f~~~ing mourning it.

[ExsliventxsParticipant]

I’m going to chime in to share my opinion on this topic.

This is a “generally” pointless topic. Here are my cents.

1.) Severe hierarchy of complexity apparent, from He, and H forming into more complex and heavier elements from the dead insides of stars.

2.) Order of nature, displays extreme purpose and niche filling.

3.) First intelligent creatures from this planet, reinforces point 1, as evolution has finally lead to us, and we are leading it to star travel and A.I.

A.I will make humans look slow and incapable by contrast.

4.) Obvious mass intelligence behind everything. Obvious. Is it Yahweh? Probably not.

How the simple, leads to the more complex– stars to humans– who still entirely rely… on stars.

Nothing is a coincidence. I firmly believe that…

5.) Clockwork universe is a fallacy. You are not a bunch of chemical reactions, you are not predestined.

6.) You are made up of atoms, who at the base levels of understanding, act as waves and have electrons that can be statistically in all places at once around the atom and inside the protons/neutrons, no possible way to be “predestined” it is chaos in a manner of speaking.

7.) This topic gets millions killed and has held mankind back for thousands of years.

8.) Double slit experiment proves, consciousness is a thing. When you measure something, you collapse a wave function. Therefore consciousness forces it into one location. I.e. particles going through both slits when watched and all slits when unobserved.  Interference patterns vs no interference patterns.

9.) Space is a thing. We’re still trying to understand Dark matter and dark energy. That is actually what “most” of the universe is made up of, and we don’t understand it yet.

10.) I have no strings to hold me down, make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings but now I’m free. There are no strings on me.

Healthy debates are healthy, I just don’t see this one ending in much productivity.

[BeckholtParticipant]

Her favourite was to accuse me of having sex with randoms in the Uni toilets (I was only ever on campus for lectures and tutorials). After a while I realized that was because Uni was a part of my life was wasn’t involved in.

^ That bit up there physically made me have to rearrange the way I was sitting, because it’s exactly the kind of f~~~ed up s~~~ my ex started doing in the beginning, which (just like yours) lead to saying f~~~ed-up things to try to psychologically hurt me, and when I played those off, breaking things of mine to try to anger me, then finally, physically assaulting me with objects, the apex being a kitchen knife and a baseball bat (separate instances).

First and foremost, suicide is something I’ve thought of more in the past 3 years (2 spent in an endless-war with the ex prior to me finally getting out) than ever in my life. I still consider it, but I would never, ever allow myself to act on it, and neither should you. It’s easy to say that without justifying it, and I could go on forever with reasons you’ve heard a trillion times as to why suicide is a ludicrous idea to seriously consider beyond fantasy, but I’ll leave it at the simple-yet-deftly-true fact that life and it’s fortunes that come our way are even more unpredictable than women are; this is a great thing. Temporary s~~~-storms come up and sometimes last long enough that they do not feel temporary at all, but they are. Your life will improve soon enough, just as mine will.

Not to sound cliche, but none of us can see the forest through the trees.

But at this point a lot of the interests I had have been jettisoned or denuded to the point they’re basically gone, and what I have left is the things I’ve cocooned myself in since c~~~ #2, and which are leaving me very unfulfilled at the moment.

I also am in this exact same boat, in an occupational field that does pay the bills, but is an occupation I undertook in an attempt to buy things for the ex and keep her ever-increasing-appetite satisfied. Not for material things, just paying for her life and crawling through debt to keep her happy. This feeling of doing something you really hate every day because it gives you a paycheck, especially if it’s psychologically linked to your ex like my job is (even if it’s indirect), is a horrible experience. But again, suicide isn’t the right route, by a long shot. Instead you need to do what I’m planning to do and use this current “cacoon” you’re in as a stepping stone for a path you want to take. <b>It’s okay if you don’t have one. </b>A “path”, I mean. I don’t really have one, but I know I’m not letting myself be derided and having my life SHAT ON every f~~~ing day by that miserable wretched c~~~ anymore.

Hearing stores like yours help me tremendously. I’ve only been on this site for a few hours and already I feel so much better about what I’m doing. I still don’t know what I’m really doing, but focusing on the simple fact that I can now finally give myself time to figure out who I really am and fall back in love with new things and maybe old things I used to love, is reassurance enough.

Our most recent ex’s sound like two peas in a pod. Especially the sadistic fighting-for-the-sake-of-fighting bulls~~~. Almost like you can see a flicker of sick satisfaction in their eyes while they scream and swing fists. That forever-damaged outward-shotgun of shear-bulls~~~, so to speak.. now I’m starting to ramble.

You’ll find your place on the ‘escalator’ that is your own life soon enough, just like I will, but give yourself the benefit; you yourself experienced all this torrential s~~~ firsthand, so you know you’ll need some time to get all the parts of your physiological and neurological-self realigned and firing on all cylinders again. My “dating life” has been non-existent since my ex, but with how my past few exes have been, I consider that a bitter-sweet blessing.

We all need to focus more on getting ourselves fixed, lest we end up unintentionally trying to fix someone else’s s~~~ again. Being a “white knight” is an unfortunate side effect of being a good person. Some of us just have our good nature used against us.

[John DoeParticipant]

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

I’m not interested in hearing any of the usual bulls~~~ like “you can’t prove there isn’t a god or you can’t prove a negative.” We can prove there is no god by deductive logic and knowledge of a wide range of topics

Well before all this begins you are stuck with one of two things.  First you must post a definition of what God is, so we know what you are trying to disprove.  Which in effect means you are proving a negative or only the physical universe exists.  However you do not care about this contradiction nor are you trying to prove that only the physical universe exists, so it leads me to my second point/option.

If you do not give a definion of God, as to what your argument is about, then we are stuck using him as an axiom.  This in effect would mean you are disproving an axiom that is required for your argument to exist.

Neither of the two make sense.

Also how much reading is required for one to be considered knowledgeable?  Wouldn’t this negate all possible arguments by “fallacy of authority” if because it is written in a book it must be true?  Otherwise why would one have to be well read?

Also what authors must one read and not be allowed to read in order to participate?  How is the legitimacy of an author determined?  Who is qualified to determine this?

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

If you think there is room for the existence of the god of Abraham, then this debate is not for you, you are a pussy agnostic and need to go start a thread for pussies.

So by default one is an agnostic if they believe in one of the Abrahamic traditions?  So what is a Christian to “allow room for” without being an agnostic?

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

we will reach a consensus if we have the capacity to be honest.

So if we agree with each other then it must be true?  Who holds us accountable for our honesty?

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

Mathematics began where numerology ended. Chemistry began where alchemy ended. Astronomy began where astrology ended. Unfortunately, religion never began or ended, since it continues to mutate and evolve. It’s giant assumption still persists to present day. It’s anthropomorphic nature; a hideous birth defect on the evolved hominid brain, continuing to reek havoc on the species. We certainly can’t expunge it from our DNA, this ludicrous desire for superstition, fear, divine comfort etc… but we can call it out. We can flush it out for ambush.

Please site where you read this or where you got this idea from.  We will need authors, page numbers, etc.  Otherwise we cannot prove you gain this knowledge through reading.  And if you did not get it from reading then you are violating your first rule about having to be well read on the topic you are discussing. 

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

so pick a side and bring the logic

  otherwise it is all opinions.

You said:

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

I invite all guests to ridicule or defend, logically, the moral nature of monotheism as well as the plausibility of it’s dogma.

But before you said this:

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

This room is strictly for debate between atheists and theists. Agnostics and moderates need not participate since they either haven’t read enough to take a side or don’t know what the hell they are talking about. (usually liberal co-existers who are tremendously naive about the human condition. All you fence sitters can go start another room about pussy footing moderation, this is a battle room for people who actually have a back bone)

Which one is it?

Also which monotheistic faith are we talking about?  If one is a monotheist but ascribe to no particular faith are they agnostics?  But you said no agnostics are allowed.  However, by default agnostics are theists.  So which one is allowed?

Beware the Lamiae wrote:

Then we can finally marry our conclusions to sovereign men, the progressive male who has gone his own way.

Well then you would be subjecting yourselves to rules and in effect no longer be “sovereign”.  However if I was sovereign, and declared myself a god though my sovereignty I would be a theist.  But if I could not declare my “god-like” status, because of reason, then I would be subject to reason and therefore not sovereign.

By the way, does one get a prize for being “sovereign”.  Do I get a medal, or cash prize, or maybe one of those nice little smiley face stickers?  Am I better than others for being sovereign? What is in it for me exactly?

 

I am going to insult you.  Okay?  So I don’t want it to be said “John Doe” is an asshole/dick/retard/etc.  I am going to tell you the insult and then I am going to explain why I am insulting you.

Okay?

You can tell that you stacked sandbags during your whole time in the marines.  Between your rebellious attitude, emotional instability, and lack of critical thinking skills it is quite obvious.  Your “rules” contradict themselves/are subjective/use excessive emotional language.  How is anyone suppose to take this seriously?  Who are you again?

“Beware the Lamiae”, it means “beware the myth” if I am correct.  I guess that is a fitting name since that is how you view yourself in “mythic proportions”.  Or all your arguments are based on false myths (such as religion being fundamental cause of war, Christians are murderers, etc.).  Or maybe it refers best to your arguments, which like a myth, lack reason and fade with time.

Now why am I saying such things?  Because if you do not make sense according to your own standards then how can you determine the truth in others?

You have a log stuck in your eye but you are pointing out the twig in others.  But how can you even see if there is a twig to begin with because of the log in your own?  Why don’t you rewrite the rules so they make sense.  Give definitions for clarity.  And stop with the shaming language directed at everyone.

You give the impression, although I may be mistaken, of being the type of personality that does not learn except through overwhelming punishment.  And even after that you will continue rebelling.  That is why, and I am guessing, all you did was stack sand bags.

Now is this personal?  Yes.  Is it an insult?  In some respects yes, and in others no.  It is more “rude” than anything.  But you are a rude person.  You demand things your way, without explanation, and insult anyone who disagrees with you.  What do you expect?  You only understand shaming language,  how else is one to get  a point across?  You make us all look bad.

 

 

[Puffin StuffParticipant]

Here’s what they want. They say it all the time, they don’t try to hide it. It’s just that men are such pussy beggers they don’t see the world that is being built against them and their sons. Of course excluding the men and boys who have been through the feminist re-education camps.

At least three further requirements supplement the strategies of environmentalists if we are to create and preserve a less violent world. I) Every culture must begin to affirm a female future. II) Species responsibility must be returned to women in every culture. III) The proportion of men must be reduced to and maintained at approximately 10% of the human race. . . .

From a large MGTOW post with a lot of details:

/forums/search/the+final+plan/

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

[33wolfmanParticipant]

JD unless you are planning on making a career out of the military I would suggest finding a military job skill you could transfer over into the civilian sector. To make career out of the military in those four aspects you mentioned you have to move up the ranks relatively quick and the competition gets harder as you go. Not to mention the longer your in the the more likelyhood is you will suffer from burnout, PTSD, etc. I was in for twenty years, initially I wanted to be a chopper pilot because chopper pilots make good money, needless to say my eyesight kept from that. I thought about armor, but you don’t see a tank driving down the road any day in the civilian side. So finally I settled on being a construction equipment operator. Yeah, it might be fun and exciting being a Delta or Green Beret, but you need to look at the long term outcome. Another tip I’ll give you is go for any and all schooling you can while your in, there is so much stuff available that most recruiters won’t tell you, so you need to research things very well before you sign up. Wish you luck in your endeavours.

…in the original sense of the word.  I hope for equality, but it seems like modern feminists are more interested in superiority.  I try to distance myself from the word now.  It’s become dirty.

I’d like to see equality in every sense of the word.  I’d like to see the wage gap shrink to nothing.  I’d like to see both sexes forced to register for Selective Service in the US.  I’d like to see equal treatment from the Dept. of Child Support Services.

DCSS is a big one.. I’ve moved a couple times since I was divorced in 2006 and when I’ve tried to update my address with them like a decent person so they can get in touch with me they tell me that they’ll assign an agent to verify the factuality of my request.  Six months pass, no change.  I finally gave up and talked to my ex (we’re able to speak as semi-normal people now, thankfully) and got her to lie and tell them that she discovered my new address through nefarious means.  It was changed instantly.  A non-custodial parent (read: male) is treated like dirt.  I actually have to convince someone to lie in order to convince DCSS to accept the truth so that I can act as a responsible parent should.

I’ve offered to just take custody of our son when she was talking about going through hard times, and she’d never even have to pay me child support.  We can also skip all of this visitation rights silliness too, she can just see him whenever she wants.  The problem is that I’m paying more than it costs to support a child, so she’ll lose income if that happens.  It’s all about the Benjamins, baby.  What’s “fair” is that I pay more money than it costs to raise him, and I only get to see him four days a month.  Fewer, actually, because I pay extra on the side to support his baseball team and he has practice on my weekends with him.  Suggesting a more equitable arrangement is heresy.  If she offered me the same terms I’d take them in a heartbeat, but, you know..  I wouldn’t be giving her cash, so that’s not happening.

Another fun story about DCSS, the ex had them hit me up for an increase in child support a couple years ago.  She did this knowing I’d been laid off and had no income at the time.  She didn’t file anything until I told her I was in trouble.  I’m sure this makes sense to someone, somewhere, but I really don’t get it.  Anyway, they came after me.  I looked up the state law and quoted section and paragraph asking for a hearing to discuss this because I was out of work and certainly didn’t have $900/mo to pay… for one child…  I never heard back from anyone until one morning my ex woke me up with a phonecall asking me why I wasn’t in court.  As it turns out, they’re apparently not required to notify me of a court date because I have a penis.  91% of cases award custody to the mother here, regardless of her situation, and they’re only legally required to notify the custodial parent about a court date.  Tell me this system isn’t designed to screw one party and reward the other.  The judge gave the ex/DCSS a default judgement because I wasn’t there to defend myself, because nobody bothered to mention the court date, because f~~~ the evil male oppressors, they have it coming.  To put things in perspective, the total expected contribution for both parents is $916 per child.  I’m expected to pay all but $16 of this each month because her “expected contribution” is lowered because she’s gotten knocked up a few more times by her new husband.  It’s not that I’m forced to subsidize her kids with her new husband, because that wouldn’t be fair, but I’m still forced to subsidize her kids with her new husband in the interest of fairness.  “Gosh, I’m so sorry you’re all kinds of pregnant and poor because you have a bajillion kids.  That really sucks.  Which part of this is my responsibility though?  I’ve fathered one and he’s awesome.  I’m good, I’ve stopped there.” “All of it, give me the moneys, the court demands it!  Witness the court math!”

After all this, I still consider myself a feminist in a sense, but that also requires us to dismantle all of the unfair/c~~~centric laws sponsored and enforced by angry women in the name of equality who took s~~~ jobs with DCSS for the sake of having power over men in bad situations.  At heart I’m an equalist.  I want real equality and responsibility for everyone.  These stupid entitled bints want power without responsibility in the name of equality because it’s really easy to redefine “equality” to suit your own agenda while pretending to be politically correct and gain all of the benefits without the consequences.

Haven’t mentioned it yet but for the record I’m 38.  I was engaged for 6 years and married for another 6.  We dated for another 2 before that.  I thought surely after 8 years she wouldn’t go psycho on me, it’s probably safe to get married because we knew each other and had lived together for a long time and everything was cool.  Also, marriage seemed to matter a lot to her and to me it’s a piece of paper that doesn’t change the way I feel, so I went along with it.  I thought I was being very cautious because I’d seen the craziness women can pull when I was younger.  NOPE.  The official excuse was “irreconcilable differences” (who let that through?) and apparently knowing I wasn’t Christian but rather agnostic for the 14 years we were together wasn’t enough time to think it through, so the subtext was claimed to be religious because Jesus wanted her to sleep around on me and take lots of drugs and infect me with an STD (fortunately curable) and become a groupie for some lame glam rock band and get ditched in random places around the country while she was wasted because of reasons (she annoyed them so they ditched her, she called random people (myself included) asking if they knew where she was) while I took care of our son.  I’m so glad she’s saved, because she really needs it, but she could no longer bear the thought of me, a dirty agnostic, going to hell, even though I there taking care of our son for weeks while she was out partying.  She came home sobbing, but still..  I was a bad person, therefore divorce.  The court agreed because of the penis or whatever and also I’m going to hell.  I didn’t even have anything worth taking, but she fought hard for my CD collection and I gave up and let her have it.  The important point is that she got custody of our son.

I’ve never spoken or even implied a word of this to my son because I want him to enjoy his childhood, but he’s not stupid.  He’s actually really observant.  He’s looked at me and my ex and her husband and he’s figured out how things work.  They’re both big football fans and were encouraging him to aspire to join the NFL as a living because that’s a reasonable career goal that people do all the time as a lark.  This is not something that responsible parents encourage without a backup plan, but apparently being a geek is a bad thing and must be avoided at all costs.  Finally the other day he hit me with, “Daddy, I think I want to be an engineer,”  (I’m a “software engineer” but it’s not real engineering, just a title for dudes who write code, and I dropped out of undergrad because of marriage and support and such so I had to get into the field the hard way), “but software looks boring.  I want to work with electronics instead.  Also, I don’t ever want to get married.  I do want to have kids, but I think I’ll just adopt a boy on my own so I don’t ever have to worry about anyone else messing things up.  I just want to design things and sell them and treat my son really well and never have to worry about anyone else causing me problems and we can have fun forever.”

This is both the happiest and the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.  I wish things looked happier for him in terms of relationships, but I think this is the most positive approach he could possibly take given the circumstances.

This is why I’m going my own way.  I didn’t even know this was a thing until I googled it, I just decided to opt out because it wasn’t worth it anymore.  I have female friends, and they’re great friends, but I keep it at that level as a matter of self-defense.  I don’t want to risk having to deal with another situation like this ever again, the thought actually terrifies me.  I hope things are better for my son when he grows up, but I think he has a solid plan in place in case it doesn’t happen.  He’s 10 and he already sees through the bulls~~~.  I’m happy that he’s seen me recover from the divorce, focus on my career, make good money and enjoy doing my own thing, and that I only ever have problems when the ex enters the picture.  He gets it.  I’ve been the example of what not to do as well as the example of how to recover from it.  Thankfully it helped someone I care about, and I never had to say a word against her.

That said, I wouldn’t undo these events.  Even though this situation seems terrible to me, my son makes it all worth it.  It’s not like I have the power to change things, but even if I could change things I’d keep my son and deal the the consequences.

I’ve been with women since my divorce and had feelings for some of them, even been engaged once in a moment of weakness, but I’m repulsed by the thought of giving them any kind of power over me.  They don’t even need a reason to cash out and ruin me, just the desire to, and all I’ve gained in the meanwhile is the privilege of buying them things and busting a nut.  It’s been fun, thanks, but I can bust a nut myself for free.  No hard feelings, but that’s it.  I don’t see the point anymore.  Good game.  You do the best you can on your own and embrace your empowerment for all it’s worth and I’ll cheer you on from the sidelines while I do the best I can and we’ll see who comes out ahead.  Just don’t ask anything of me while I do my thing.  I’d rather jerk off than deal with you.

 

[DarthWParticipant]

The last serious relationship I was in was with a hot, much younger woman about 29, albeit she had a couple kiddos.  I was out one night with her, her mom (a twice-divorced, worthless addict), and her teenage sister.  Apparently, my then GFs grandparents had co-signed a loan for the inexpensive car she had after he divorce from a deadbeat (truly he was worthless).  So all three are sitting there discussing some conversation my GF had with her grandmother that day where her grandmother reminded her that “Grandpa has co-signed for a  couple cars, but all our cars are paid for” (Apparently, gramps co-signed on another Aunt’s car as well as on my GFs.)  Now, I dunno if Grandma mentioned to my GF because my GF missed a couple payments, or because Grandma simply knew her husband had co-signed when he shouldn’t or what.  What I do remember is how all three of these women talked as if Grandma somehow owed my GF (and also acted like Grandma owed her mother and sister) something, and so spoke as if Grandma, Gramps, and anyone else should just be cool about giving away cash and leaving these three alone.

I was sitting at a table quietly observing this sense of entitlement from all three.  Not really surprised, because I’d seen it some already.  Watching this merely confirmed my fears.  I knew that if the relationship continued that it would eventually be ME who was the subject of the conversation.  I would be the one who was tired of co-signing, or emptying my wallet, or emptying my 401K, for my GF – and probably also for her worthless mother and sister.  In time, I knew I would only be wanted for my money.  Nothing more.

Since I have had to earn everything I have, not rely on the kindness of Gramps, but on what I could make doing lots of work, I took my GF to task later that night.  She didn’t like it, but too bad.  She didn’t know it, but that was the night I made the final decision that we weren’t going to work out…Of course, I wanted to have sex with her a few more times, and did.

Her mother was in her early 50s, but a drug-addicted (painkillers) mess.  The second time I went out with my GF her mother phoned and said something to my GF to tell me that she would need a “mother-in-law room”, and the woman wasn’t joking.  I told my GF that I wasn’t going to be her mother’s retirement plan.  Her mom just figured if a man was around he was good for money and a strong back to do her bidding.  It was apparent as time went on that my GF had not fallen far from that family tree.

They all want a Sugar Daddy.  If she’s poor enough, even a decent earner like me looks like an endless pile of cash.

[76binderParticipant]

Elemental, good to meet you. Finally a conversation. You should really try to find a live meeting. The Internet seems to bring out the worst. I’m not going anywhere. I have met many really good guys at informal meetings. I have also met great guys on the Internet too, but yeah, you have to wade through the carney barkers to find them. I  am used to high emotionally charged situations, and all the emotional and psychological engineering tactics people use. It’s all old hat. I get threatened,  lied to, and have multiple attempts at manipulation ployed on me every day. I thrive in a confrontational environment.

So, I appreciate your concern, but I’m not a greenhorn. I divorced a cheating spouse, many years ago. I know first hand how the state rewards women for infidelity. I have been down the road personally. I have never remarried nor plan to.

I am a very curious person and have self taught on many, many fields of study. I am fully aware how the human animal thinks, and how much we like to deny that biology always wins. We are not logical being with the ability to process emotion. We are emotional beings with the ability to process logic. We often mistake positive emotional reinforcement with logic, and being right.

Our minds like simple, straightforward, black & white solutions. It was adaptive in the past for survival. We do so much more than survive now, but our base wiring is unchanged, we now live in a very grey world. No one paradigm is right in all situations an organism that cannot adapt dies. That is why a narrow definition of the mgtow movement is doomed to fail. It restricts your audience, and your support. It guarantees many enemies and few friends. IIt reduces us to just another frat club at best and a hate group at worst.

This is the sound of the true debate and scripting of the intelligent, thoughtful, and principled men trying to bring a movement that values us for who and what we really are and sheds light on the unfair movement of society towards gynocentric thinking, laws, and attitudes. Bashing another group only gets you labeled. Focusing on what you really support, and having real goals and objectives and a plan. That’s how you change a society.

If our group at large can’t pull it together, it will be as pointless as any other online chat and chew.

hello everyone. im glad to finally have found a “home” and community of people who will understand me. ill give a little history of myself:

im a 28 year old male whos never been in a real relationship with a female. all my life ive had no problem having sex with them, but i never once dated one. i TRIED dating them in my early years, plenty of times in fact. i just never had luck with it for reasons that were unknown to me at the time. “i dont get it”, i thought to myself. how could i be so sweet, yet she doesnt appreciate it? so funny, but she doesnt laugh? i guess you could say i developed confidence issues in those days as well so that made me second guess myself a lot of the time also. though this turned out to be a blessing in disguise that i didnt know yet, but ill touch on that later.

during my teen years, girls always viewed me as “cute”, so i had no problem getting sex. in fact, it was such a role reversal that i was the one looking for “love” and actually turning down sex. in this backwards society we live in, it is always taught to us that “men are dogs and think about sex every 7 seconds” or some bulls~~~ like that. i can personally attest that it is the complete opposite. ive had to literally pry girls off of me when all i wanted was to spend the night with them, watch a movie, and maybe cuddle. lol, i was a teenager at the time and didnt fully grasp the whole concept of man/woman relationships yet. i was still going by what was taught to me and passed down from old traditions, whether it was from tv/music or my parents. besides, the physical act of sex was always overrated to me. ill touch on that more later.

it wasnt until i started to get a little older than i began to gradually figure it all out on my own through raw and natural experience. after getting lied to (i have some lie stories that you wouldnt believe), having my heart broken, etc. a number of times, i just started to see that something isnt right. i used to think “maybe SHE was just a liar/slut, but that doesnt mean they all are!” after a while however, i started to see similar patterns in all of them. i quickly tried to make sense of it all and thats when i began to realize that its a hard-wired, biologically embedded type of behavior. which means that ALL females are the same. its a scary thought at first but eventually when you come to accept it things get easier.

being a “cute” guy (i think im just average), you tend to have a higher rate of girls throwing themselves at you. it gets really funny/eye-opening when you find out these girls have “boyfriends” (a.k.a the guy im currently and temporarily using to improve my social status and maybe boost my amount of FB likes), and it gets REALLY funny when they dont even care that you know. ive had a girl give me a blowjob outside her boyfriends house inside my car, only to kiss him on the mouth a few minutes later. ive had a girl come over to have sex with me, only to post a pic of her engagement ring on FB a week later. she had been dating a guy for months and got engaged to him, while my dick was inside her a week earlier. when i questioned her about it her response was “lol, nothing happened between us” …the mind of the female species is quite remarkable, to say the least. if only i had saved the texts between us…

after years and years of witnessing this behavior, i began to realize that relationships are nothing but a crock of s~~~. i wondered how is it possible that its so hard for me to have a relationship, yet other people my age have been in and out of 10+ or more by this point? “what am i doing wrong?” is what i used to ask myself. thats when i realized im not doing a f~~~ing thing wrong, its everyone else whos wrong. if you want to meet a person, f~~~ him, and introduce him to all your friends within 4 or 5 days and call that a “boyfriend”, then be my guest. But i will have no part of that. its just too fake and illogical for me. i always felt a sick feeling in my stomach when some female wench would approach me acting all nice at first. i know your plan bitch. you want to “trap” me because you feel like a useless loser by being single at your age, and youre afraid that society will judge you harshly. so you will do everything in your power to trap me into a relations~~~ with you. that includes pretending to be nice, and pretending that you are interested in my interests even though you dont have a f~~~ing clue or care about them. its hilarious how they “like” you on a monday, then on a tuesday, when they trapped some other poor soul in their web, they no longer have a need for you. but thats the nature of the female. truly a deceptive and fake creature.

realizing all this, i went into seclusion and basically just gave up on the whole idea of a relations~~~, and used these females for their one and true purpose – SEX. and its amazing the amount of sex you can get when you start treating them like the pieces of flesh they are and start talking dirty to them. they LOVE that s~~~. believe me, no female on this earth wants to get coffee with you, cuddle with you, or watch a movie with you. they want you to dominate them in every way but they are just afraid to say it/initiate it because they dont want to be labeled a slut. they ARE sluts, but dont want anyone to know it. lol. Gentleman, it is not a coincidence that prostitution is the oldest profession in the world. females have been f~~~ing anything and everything since the dawn of time. after dealing with the lies and denial of “normal” girls, it gets tiring and you realize that hookers are just a way better deal in general. so much so, that it completely renders the “normal” female obsolete.

so after years of living with this mindset, a new problem emerged. i got bored of sex. sex itself is a very overrated act and once i cum, im usually figuring out the fastest way to remove myself from the presence of the female and be alone again. i dont want to be around a female after sex, theres just nothing to do or talk about. sports? they know nothing about it and even if they did, my male friends know it better. companionship? i get it unconditionally from my dog. love? doesnt exist from a female, and my dog gives it to me better. someone to hang out with? lol, and do what? play sports? go to the gym? play video games? no, no, and no. they suck at all those things are are generally useless in just about every aspect of life. once i figure out a way to quench my thirst for sex entirely, i will literally never need a reason to communicate with a female ever again. i dont want kids.

so i often think about my future and the lonely existence i will live. it depresses me on one hand, but on the other hand how bad could it really be? im a natural loner, and always have been. as long as i have my dog, my sports, my video games, my cars, and my hobbies, what more could i possibly need? i often get asked “how do you do it?” when referring to the way i live. i stay home pretty much all the time and never go out. i dont go to clubs, dont go to parties, and generally dont do much unless it involves 1 of my hobbies. im completely comfortable with myself and totally independent. i love having friends (as long as they are like-minded), but i can operate with or without them. but thats not to say that i dont want them. if they are like-minded then the more the merrier. as for living, i can cook better than any female, make my bed better, clean better, do the laundry better, etc. in fact, whenever females have done “feminine” s~~~ for me in the past, they usually f~~~ed it up, so id rather just do it myself. theyre not even good at stuff theyre supposed to be good at, lol. im OK with the fact that i will probably be alone for the rest of my life, but having a community of other men who feel the same way as me definitely helps. i wouldnt mind being that old monk dude years from now (think of pai mai from Kill Bill) teaching some of the younger generation the ways of life and passing on my knowledge lol. its good to have found a place like this where i know i will feel welcome. thanks for having me and thanks for reading my story! i have TONS of stories, knowledge, and advice that i look forward to sharing with you all, and i look forward to receiving it in return!

 

This may get long winded, I don’t have many friends to talk to which is fine, I am more of a reserved quiet person I observe more than speak and it intimidates many people.
Firsts things first I have been married for 6 years and we do NOT have any children.

I used to consider myself one of the “good guys” who was unlike the other ALPHA’s and typical assholes out there in the world; in a nut shell I had become what I have termed myself as a GinaKnight. I am a good listener, emotional and caring all the qualities that women consider “good husband material” I can fix anything from rebuilding engines in cars to painting walls in the house.

My past relations~~~s are few, my first was a couple years younger than myself, man was she ever a controlling manipulative freak but great in bed, however every time we f~~~ed should would become mega bitch and start a fight for no apparent reason, she always told me that she was going to be driving a CTS and “I” was going to provide it for her after about 6 months of that crap I had enough and tossed her to the curb. </span></p>

After her I had a couple of romps one was an H & D we went out a few times and fooled around nothing ever came of it.

A few months later I met a girl I was working with at a national chain super store, she was fun, nympho, submissive and went along with everything I wanted to do, however after 6-8 months she started showing the signs of a psycho, I picked up on them really quick and dropped her off at the cleaners, she tried calling a few weeks later stating she was pregnant but she was miscarrying and she wanted me to drive her to the hospital because they have a shot that can stop the miscarriage (not sure if that is true or not) needless to say I did not drive her and never heard from her again, although my dad says he sees her all the time at one of the big box hardware stores working the cash register( she really moved up in life).
After the short string of relations~~~s I stayed to myself for a couple of years, I starting playing video games, hanging out with my friend, drinking and have a good time. I choose to be celibate went on a few dates but never anything more.

In January of 2006 I met my current wife, she was fun, great to be around, life of the party we would go out to the bar, karaoke, I was playing in a band, we played a bunch of local bars and we were having a great time, after 6 months of dating we decided to get an apartment together, from that day on it has been a massive fight once a week for years. It went from her being unhappy working her part time job as a medical assistant, she was miserable with her boss and her co-workers never do anything and she is always picking up the slack for everyone. Being the nice GinaKnight that I am I said go ahead and quit we can make it on one income while you look for something else. ( the worst part is she had a job lined up at another office but she lost that opportunity because she gave her friends phone numbers as her employers numbers and the manager at the place that was going to hire her found out by google).RED FLAG  #1 , that I did not know at the time but looking back….  So here we are living in an apartment with bills and one income where I am only making 10$ an hour 40hours a week.

That cycle has and still continues to this day.
As for me I was trying to find my place and I tried quite a few jobs including welding, auto mechanic, and I finally decided on going to truck driving school for my cdl. It took me 4 weeks of schooling and then I was off on the road, first with a trainer for 6 weeks and then I got my own rig at one of the big trucking companies. During this time my wife moved back in with her mom and I would just stay there because I was only home for a week at a time every couple months. While I was over the road my wife would go out with her friends to the bar all the time, I found she was on a dating site that she said she was doing it out mutual friend… (AND SOMEHOW I BELIEVED HER). I have no proof of that she ever cheated but how the f~~~ would I know; I was never home, I was across the country driving 10 hours a day 7 days a week for 6-8 weeks at a time. I finally had enough when I came home one week and that entire week I had to clean the room we were staying in because she would not, I even had to clean the cat litter every time I came home because in her words “It was disgusting and I don’t like doing it” worst part is that it was her cat from before we even met. I finally had enough and instead of dumping her I decided to quit the truck driving because it was the “job” that was straining our relationship. I was out of work for 2 years after I quit the truck driving job. At the end of my not working she finally got a full time job and was making decent money with sales plus salary things were starting to look good, I got hired in at a shop that had great opportunity to learn how to become a tool maker. I started working part time sweeping the floor and work my way up from there, now comes the part that when I started working she somehow got fired from her job because she called in sick too often even though the last time she did she got a doctor’s note for an ear infection. (She did wind up getting unemployment for 2 years.)

For some reason after her unemployment ran out was when she decided to go to school full time ( I always found that it was convenient that she waited until her unemployment was out). So me being the “supportive” husband that I am said sure go ahead I like the direction my career is going so yeah go to school and get educated and earn a degree so we can both just get on with our lives and earn some money together.

(Before I forget as a disclaimer I was not perfect there was a moment that I was talking with a woman that I knew from high school, never physical just emotional this was a quite a few years into the relationship with my wife after the truck driving and finding her on the dating sites. I know it is no excuse but there is nothing I can say about it except that I f~~~ed up.)

Anyways getting back on track lets fast forward a few years, she is now done with her associates degree and by this time we are planning our move to the deep deep south. I mean near Orlando south, at this time we remodeled our house and sold it, living with her grandma and mom. Finally comes the moving date and we drive down took us a week with stopping at her friend’s house for a few days and finally making down to Florida. We are again staying with her mom and grandma who snowbird. So it is a stress full time, trying to find a house to rent, a job and living with 3 grown hens. It took me a week to find a good job, (because my skills are in high demand I can pretty much walk in and they are throwing offers at me.) I have been working at the same place since we have been here.

My wife found a part time job as a medical assistant working a few days a week, after a month of her working there she was yelling and screaming that she hated it her boss was s~~~ty and she quit and a few days later did have a better job, however she hated that job also but she worked there for 6 months in that time she befriended our neighbor and was going directly over to her house every night as soon as she got home. I would cook dinner and she would come in the house to eat and then go directly next door she would say hi to me and that was it. There would be some days that she would just go directly next door and not come in to eat or she would take dinner over next door and hang with the neighbor. (Who is a 3 times divorced single woman and was in the process of another divorce.) this went on for months I finally said f~~~ it do whatever I started hiking and bowling but eventually that stopped cause I would get nagged for spending money bowling and my time and gas driving to parks to hike. So I started to just play world of Warcraft again. Eventually yet again she was complaining so much about her job sucking and she did all the work and all her co-workers were lazy bitches who didn’t do anything at all…..So again what did I say “well just quit we can survive on my income” and by god she too me up on that offer. she was out of work for a month and we were living very short pay check to paycheck, going to second hand stores for food, I could by any clothes cause the budget couldn’t afford the, however she did keep the house clean and did cook, but she still had that problem of being addicted to the neighbor and as soon as I got home and was eating she ran off next door all night long until it was time for the woman next door to go to bed. After about a month of her not working I told her it was time to get a job, and was the start of the first BIG fight (we had many which always ended with her threatening to divorce or take some time off from the relationship.) at the end of the BIG fight I finally told her if she did not want to work there was the front door, your grandma and mom are 2 miles away don’t break my f~~~ing front door as you exit. Her eyes got big as the cat bowl and her attitude changed drastically. She started crying and s~~~ said I can’t believe you want to end it after all this time and don’t you think what we have is worth working on. (This was before I ever started looking into why she was acting like this, after every argument I was always under the impression that everything was my fault, like I said GinaKnight).

So I relented and let her stay and we were working out everything. Then another month later she comes to me screaming that I am not changing and everything is the same and she was tired of trying if I did not care to try and change I was of course like WTF I just put up with a year of crap and now that you f~~~ed s~~~ up I have to just forget overnight, her response was …..”well yeah”. I walked out of the room and went into my “man cave” (I know I read the thread about man caves and I can’t believe I have ever allowed myself to stoop to that level of having to designate a room in the back corner of the house as my own and since we only have 2 bedrooms I only get 50% of that room at that.) she followed me into the room grabbed my face and said “I don’t like you, I never have liked you and I am leaving” my response to her was o.k. this time don’t come back I told you the last time if you ever say that s~~~ again there is no more chances. And yet somehow here my ass is she is still here because of her promise to change.

She has changed quite drastically she has drastically changed religious views going from barely believing to full force preaching and demanding that I start believing or I am going to hell and getting mad at me for drinking red-bull and eating pizza with the guys at work because she is now all organic and non-GMO. So now it is a different fight, all she does now is watch illuminati documentaries on YouTube about them taking over the world and forcing us to a one world government eradicating half of our population. (If you believe that I am sorry to offend, I just believe differently.)

This brings me now to the present where I have in my research of finding out why my wife acts the way that she does, from her being narcissistic and bi-polar depressive, and me finding my own way. I have started taking red pills in bulk,  we are still together but I now am starting to do the things that make me happy, I still compromise a little bit but even there I am starting to say no, like going to the in-laws ever night for dinner, wife doesn’t  like me cooking at home because I make a mess and in her words “I don’t clean as good as she does”  I built my first ar-15 from scratch with the machines at work, on my time after hours (kinda nice the owner loves guns and I am the boss when he is not here.) I go fishing every night after work; I go hiking on the weekends.

Which is now the cause of new fights because I am doing what I want to do and spending all my attention on her and her “stomach aches”, “back aches”, her “toe pains” and every other ailment that she can come up with, I just tuck her in bed and give her a kiss and go on my way to walking or playing CS, WoW or GTA (can’t stand it when I play GTA).

This is my story for now, it took me a while to write it there are some things on here not even my best friend knows, I am probably going to send him a copy of this I am sorry for it being long winded and I know I don’t have it half as hard as the men who have proof of their spouses cheating, or the men with kids with cheating spouses to those men I salute and support.

Sup mgtow. I’m not good at introductions, but I will try and give a brief explanation of what finally brought me here. First off, I am 26 years old, live with my grandparents, and spent most of my life as a very blue pill kind of person. Although I have always had success with women, I never really could keep them around for long. I didn’t care so much about this in high school, but after I joined the military (at the RIPE age of 17 lol) my priorities began to change. I really wanted to try and find a girl to settle with for more than a few months, and I was fixated on one broad I met when I got home from basic training.

Long story short, I wasted 2 years of my life and a ton of money pandering to her. I was friend zoned the entire time, and she eventually moved away to Texas to find an Army guy to marry and take care of her (her words). She was successful in her endeavors and now has two beautiful children and is a faithful wife. I really don’t hold any ill will towards her because I was the one that was too naive to see that she wasn’t into me, although she definitely took advantage of me a LOT. I was crushed, but I pushed on and thought “Man, I’ll NEVER let that happen again”. I regretted being so naive and everything was gravy for a few months…I thought I was done being THAT guy.

 

Holy f~~~ was i wrong.

 

I repeated this self destructive process with two more girls over another three year period. I ended up living with the last one for a bit (boy was that a f~~~in’ nightmare…story for another day). At the end of it all I was broke (bitch never paid her bills), out of a job (I worked with the chick and we f~~~ed, but she was secretly dating our manager too and he ended up finding a reason to fire me when he found out about us) and moved in with my grandparents.

Enter the purple pill.

During the whole mind f~~~ of the last girl I was involved with EVERYTHING was my fault. She got caught cheating on her secret manager bf? My fault! Bills not paid cuz she spent her money on adderall? MY fault! Once I moved home I began to ponder why this was so. WHY were women so goddamn selfish? Why were women incapable of taking care of themselves on a basic level (bills, hygiene, ect)? Why were they so conniving and manipulative? Why the f~~~ am I the bad guy here? I began to realize that this recent stint of stupidity was familiar. I had done this before…WAY too many f~~~ing times.

 

Needless to say I did a lot of googling, which led to a lot of arguing on the gender studies forums at yahoo answers, which led to a lot of arguing on tumblr, which led to me being fed up and only reading AVFM articles. The weird thing was that the entire time I knew about MGTOW, but I never really gave it a second thought (even though I’ve watched damn near all of Sandman’s videos). Then a few days ago I realized I had been without a woman (but not without sex) for almost 5 years, and I was really…really grateful for that. It kind of shocked me, how elated I was at the thought. I began to contemplate possible future relationships, and felt nothing but contempt for the idea.

 

Then, tonight on tumblr, my conviction was solidified. I run a porn blog…don’t ask lol, but  I saw some typical feminist “all men are bad here’s a fake rape story you can snope and see is false but ONE MILLION GODDAMN PEOPLE liked the s~~~” kinda post. Normally I’d just brush it off, but this one really got under my skin. It was someone who followed my blog, and she was posting some feminist rape hysteria NONSENSE. The thing that set me off? She is one of my top followers…on my porn blog…that features rape fantasy type stuff QUITE OFTEN.

 

I. F~~~ing. Lost it. The cognitive dissonance of the feminist mind astounds me, and now I am here, annoyed, confused and sharing this with you all because honestly, I think it is relevant to why many of us choose to be mgtow. It is impossible to keep up with the mental gymnastics of the westernized female mind, so we must seek solace here among others to sift through the crazy and try to make sense of it all. Or maybe just to feel accepted and understood. That is part of why I am here.

 

I try to slip little mgtow things in conversations here and there with my family and friends, but it is quickly shut down with typical shaming tactics. I am so tired of this; I’m tired of the intellectual bankruptcy of society. I’m tired of people denying toxic feminism exists. I’m tired of being told I am just bitter and blaming women for everything. I am tired of hearing about a rape culture that doesn’t exist. I am tired of feminists trying to ruin video games. I am tired of bunk statistics. I am tired of all of it.

 

It’s been about 4 years and I’ve seen so much pandering man bad/woman good bulls~~~, and people just eat it up like fools. So I am here. I know there are like minded people who see through the wool. I chose mgtow forums over AVFM, because frankly I think I’m on the verge of level 4 at this point. I feel I can better express myself here as opposed to AVFM where I can’t exactly relate because I’ve never been married, nor do I give a flying f~~~ about the politics of it all anymore. I just want to live my life and be happy.  I don’t really expect to change anything. I just wanted to share my story.

[AFTParticipant]

+1

Loved that article, really spells out the SMV, of the participants in the Sexual Market Place.

Although it is only 1/2 the story, it is reassuring to know that once those vixens use up all the currency of their youth they finally become just another carousel riding slore, without any power to trap smart men that protect themselves.  Lets face it all those highly successful women that enjoyed the alfa carousel in their youth, now just want to cash out and “retire” off the beta pension plan.

The article doesn’t really touch on that second part of the equation, the “beta pension plan” part, with divorce settlement and child support, I wonder where all the good men are?  Why aren’t they lined up to participate in the slores’ best interest?

When the war cemeteries are half full of the corpses of dead conscripted women, only then will women have earned the right to speak of equality. Sidecar “A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.” - Bob Dylan

Hello all;

I just wanted to share my cautionary tale. Bottom line is, whatever you do, don’t get married.

Before I met my current ex-wife I was a very independent guy in my late 20’s; successful, reasonably good looking and had some inkling of the absolute injustice and financial destitution that a bad marriage could inflict simply on the whim of either spouse. I was a man who marched to his own drummer; a red pill lite I guess. When I met the ex, I did my due diligence. We dated for years, got along well, problem solved. She was attractive, easy going, down to earth, and seemed to understand the concept of fiscal responsibility. In short, the proverbial unicorn.

I finally relented, we got engaged and eventually married. As god as my witness, the very next day, after marriage, everything changed. The unicorn became a donkey. She became withdrawn, refused to talk, stonewalled, refused to help out around the house. I put more and more into the relationship, subconsciously upping the proverbial anti, just to get any degree of reciprocation. The vision of how great the relationship was, pre-marriage, kept me afloat in the hopes it would return to the way it was. She suddenly ended the relationship; no reason given – being blindsided at the time. I later pieced together another party was in the picture. I am devastated.

Thankfully, I lawyered up and with it being such a short marriage (a few years), with no children, I got out with very light financial damage. Yet, as small as that cheque was, it was the hardest cheque I ever had to write. She was 1000% at fault, essentially monkey branching on me. The only rational in a word was she was “bored”. Yet I still had to pay. Cleaning up the mess has taken longer then the actual marriage.

Looking back, the relationship took a toll. I gave so much emotionally and financially supporting this self proclaimed independent that I am now at a loss with my new found freedom. I escaped the “plantation”, but am baffled by all the choices placed in front of me. I am slowly rediscovering my independence; but am still having trouble figuring out which way to turn.

In closing, I kick myself – I knew better. I thought I would defy the odds. I was wrong. The current system of marriage holds no security, cost – benefit, or allure for me.  The definition of insanity is to do the same thing twice and expect a different result. That won’t be me. Where is my red pills.

 

- Marriage is described as an institution. You would have to be crazy to be commited to it. -"If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal. Not people or things" Albert Einstein

[GoneGaltParticipant]

I don’t have sisters but recently I booted a long-time female friend out of my life for various issues, an unpaid debt and her constant manufacturing of drama foremost among them, because I finally had had enough. Naturally she immediately spewed out this huge email to another long-time female friend who lives in another state (and is actually normal) saying I’d gone crazy and rambling on and on as is her modus operandi, without once of course bothering to explain why I’d done what I did. I got a copy from my other friend, and was also told that yesterday she wanted advice on whether she should just show up at my house unannounced. Since I don’t have to open the door to see who’s there I’ll just not open it because as almost all women do she’ll try to use tears to sway me and the drama she’ll create (and wallow in) will only p~~~ me off. She’s a master manipulator and she’s deluded if she thinks I’ll ever be a friend to her again.

Also, when I was in my early 20’s one of my brothers got kicked out of college for stealing from a library to pay for drugs, and my father literally disowned him. In appreciation of such, he then stole another of my brother’s belongings, car and even his f~~~ing cat and left the state to whereabouts unknown. This was in the early 80s and he never bothered to contact any of us brothers. We didn’t even know if he was alive. So he missed the funerals of both our parents. Recently he popped up and visited the brother he didn’t rob (he also never paid me back on a loan) and claimed he was a born-again Christian. When the brother he robbed asked him to explain why he did what he did, he replied he assumed us brothers had also disowned him – he was wrong, of course. He also told my brother to ‘get over it’ without explanation, so I sent him a scathing email and told him to stay far, far away from us.

So while I don’t have a sister problem like you do, I have gone through similar situations. People first entering college think they know it all and are very earnest to the point of accepting no dissent from their viewpoints – your sister is one of them. I suspect she’ll mellow as the years pass but take the advice others have given you, distance yourself and refuse to get into arguments. You might also try sending her a letter offering a truce on the subject wherein neither of you will bring this s~~~ up, so that you can be around each other at family gatherings without her drama queen act. But in no circumstance allow her to manipulate you into situations where she can sandbag you with this feminism crap. MrMe, your sister is exhibiting behavior like a member of a cult, which feminism really is, and she is so blinded by her zeal that facts that run counter to her belief are simply ignored and the bringer of the facts (you) will be personally attacked, not your facts. And when you tell her you will not discuss the subject with her any longer, MEAN it. If she brings it up, remind her that you have no interest in discussing it with her any longer and that she’s free to believe whatever she wishes but she is NOT free to use it as a weapon against you, especially in front of the family.

That’s the essence of MGTOW – go your own way, be as polite as you can about it but in the end walk away if she won’t shut up. That includes Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, etc – just push away from the table or get up off the couch and leave. If the rest of your family allows her to do this to you and even supports her, they’ll all eventually get the message you’re your own man and you will not be manipulated this way.

Good luck!

[BrainPilotParticipant]

Thanks very much for posting this. Honestly, this creeped me out a little, scrambled my head a little, and got me emotional a little.

It’s as if my life since divorce was made into a movie and this is the trailer for it. Too many things in it reminded me too closely of too many things that happened to me.

My divorce was in the summer of 2003. On July 4th, I spent the entire day boxing up the contents of a storage locker we shared and taking her things down the road to a UPS depot to ship them to her. Temp’ inside a metal storage unit in Houston in July is over 100 all day. It was dusty and the dust stuck to me from all the sweat, and turned to salty mud. Clerk at the UPS depot sees a guy alone, no ring, shipping truck load after truck load of boxes every hour or two all day long to girl’s name in another state… ‘figured it out… ‘offered to help however he could. I was sweaty and smelly and not in a good frame of mind, but didn’t realize that it showed as much as it must have. I guess process of a divorce shows in your face. Maybe he’s seen it before. Maybe he’d had to go through it before. By the end of the day, I was exhausted, dehydrated, emotionally spent. But I got it done and on finishing it, severed the last physical connection to her that I had.

The last thing in the storage unit was a bright red Ninja 600 motorcycle (mine). ‘Same color as the car in the video. It hadn’t been running in a long time, and she’d nagged me to get rid of it, but I’d refused. She knew I’d had other women on the back of that bike, but I’d also had some very good times on that bike with good friends that I rode with. I was keeping it, running or not, nagging or not. I was already living in another city, and had no one to help me push it up into the truck, so I had to come back for it a week later. After dropping that last load of boxes, on the way back to the hotel I was going to stay at that night, I saw all the cars parked along the side of the road waiting for the July 4th fireworks show they would put on every year at Astroworld (amusement park across from the Houston Astrodome).

I got some Gatorade from a 7-11, parked on the side of the road next to the ‘dome and sat in a lawn chair in the back of my truck and watched the fireworks show. I probably looked like a refugee and smelled worse. I certainly felt like there had been a war and that I was a refugee from it. I thought about that as I watched the fireworks go off in celebration of another war over freedom and control and unfair seizures of money and property from people who’d earned them. Everyone else watching the show was celebrating the freedom of the country. I was celebrating my own…

I had made the mistakes that brought me to that place directly in the center of the cross hairs of a woman, and I acknowledged them all in order to be sure I would never make them again. But I had escaped and I had survived. As humble as my situation was at that moment, by the end of the fireworks show I knew that this was as bad as it was going to get. When that fireworks show ended, I made myself a promise that I would NEVER be returning to that situation again. I don’t know if there was one specific moment I would call my first red pill moment, but that fireworks show was definitely the last blue pill moment. When the show ended, it left behind a bunch of white smoke. Any chance of me ever signing another marriage contract went up in a similar cloud of smoke that night.

As bad as I felt and looked and smelled, I had my health, legal freedom, professional reputation and career still intact. She had threatened all of these at different times in the process of attempting to establish control over and ownership of me. A few weeks later, on the day that the divorce was final, I had eliminated all the debt for her car, my truck, lawyer etc. She left with a new, paid off lexus, a completely new wardrobe, fur coat, jewelry etc. The entire piece of the world that I could say I owned was $1500, my truck, and that motorcycle.

But I still had my career. A few weeks after the divorce, I bought myself another motorcycle, and kept the old one. A few months later, I bought the house I live in to this day. Both trucks and both motorcycles just barely all fit in the garage of the new house. Over the years, other women have come and gone…but the motorcycles remain.

I didn’t get on tonight planning to drop a wall of text. It’s weird how a little 2minute video can bring back so much. It’s been years since I thought about that storage locker, the dust, the ups clerk, the fireworks show. ‘Distant memories, but still vivid and clear. It’s also been years since I had to listen to someone speak to me in the tone that the women in that video spoke. Even in a foreign language you can hear and recognize that tone and know what it means. You don’t even need to read the subtitles to get the message.

For any man who’s been married, that tone is recognizable. For younger guys who’ve never been married, that’s what it sounds like if you sign over ownership of yourself in a marriage contract and then deviate from performing for them at a level that meets their expectations (if you do meet it, it rises). For older married women reading this, it’s the sound that inspires your husband to cheat on, or abandon you. And for single women between 23-30, it’s the reason that you’re probably going to stay that way…

For me, that tone of voice is also a distant memory. And this video is the closest any woman is ever going to get to having the chance to speak to me that way again.

Thanks again for posting it.

Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you