Arrested and JAILED on a Woman’s LIES.

[MATRIXParticipant 2340]

With possibly less than two weeks to go before lights out, this can’t be repeated enough.

Women are LETHAL to your health, wealth and well being.

STAY AWAY FROM THEM.

They all have been given the power of THE ONE PHONE CALL.

The aftermath in my case as below…

So, what’s it like being arrested for something you haven’t done?

First of all, you don’t see it coming. You really don’t. You have no idea. You’ve done nothing wrong, so being arrested for something you haven’t done doesn’t even enter your mind, right?

It’s just another day in a crap marriage. You get up, grab breakfast, tidy around and see your wife off to work. She’s now not even on the premises. You’re in your house alone. There’s no argument. No fight.

She’s AT WORK.

You’re in the garden about to take a break from yard work, when you hear the car roar up, looking down the drive you see THREE cops approaching you fast.

Immediately you think there’s some problem somewhere and they’ve come to ask for help or if you saw something. Until that is you hear “Are you Mr Matrix” Um, er, yes why?

Then you are read your rights.

Um, I think you have the wrong guy? No we don’t we can discuss this down at the station! I’m desperate for the toilet and say so. They won’t let me. I say again I really, really need to use the toilet I was about to go when you arrived. Then this officer will accompany you. I had to use my own toilet in my own house with an officer standing watching me. Nice huh?

I’m led away, and pushed in the back of the police car. Why do they feel the need to push your head down as you get in? I have been getting in and out of cars by myself for over 40 years?

I’m basically clued in by them that apparently I’m guilty (yes GUILTY with NO EVIDENCE) of some kind of assault on my wife.

Wow, that’s news to me?

I start asking questions.

I’m off work today, luckily. I asked if I had been at my place of work today, I work with a lot of people. Would you have come to my work and arrested me off the premises in front of all my colleagues, for something I’m not guilty of?

Yes Sir, we would.

I said that’s just terrible!!!

Please stop speaking Sir.

So, there we go. I’m now arrested. I’m guilty apparently. And if I’d been in work there would have been a nice little drama as I’m carted off my work premises in front of everyone I’ve known and worked with for years.

Nice eh?

We arrive at the station and it’s the long drawn out ordeal of being ‘processed’.

First, my shoes and belt are removed. My pockets are emptied. My wallet is emptied and the contents put in a plastic bag. My phone is taken. I’m then led to a cell. I’m to told to go inside. I do.

BANG.

I’m locked up.

I’m in a freezing cold small cell. It has a stone bench, no padding, and a stainless steel toilet. The window is high up. It has bars. I sit there, dazed and shocked for what seems an eternity. Probably just an hour.

Eventually, the door opens. I’m led out to a processing area. I’m finger printed. Every single finger. Both hands. Even my thumbs are rolled in the ink and pressed onto scanners.

Then I’m photographed, holding a number in front of me. This shi it is unbelievable to me. I’ve done nothing wrong but feel like a rapist or something?

Then, I’m told to open my mouth. They take swabs of my saliva from both sides of my mouth. DNA I guess.

After all this, I’m led back to my cell for another freezing cold spell. After an hour, I’m literally shaking. Some shock, some fear and genuinely very cold. It all seems surreal, like a bad dream. This red pill was quite shocking to my system. I’ve never done anything wrong in my life. So to find myself in this new reality was just like Neo being woken up in the fluid tank in the Matrix. The shock of it all, coming out of some kind of dream reality into this shocking new, cold and very stark reality.

A couple of hours later, I’m taken away again to an interview room.

I’m basically read the list, yes the LIST of charges against me. From attempted strangulation to punching her in the face. To make her fear for her very life. That I’ve been this way the whole marriage. I’m like, what the fcuk non of that happened?

She can’t have any injuries because it didn’t happen. Your wife says it did happen though Sir.
Um, but it didn’t.
I haven’t done anything.

Are you listening to me?

Your wife says you’re a danger to her and her child. Um, wait a minute, that’s my child too.

Why is it always THEIR child?

Your wife says you had marriage problems Sir, did that make you angry Sir? Is that why you hit her Sir? I keep telling you I never touched her. Interview over. I’m lead back to my cell.

I lie there and literally freeze for the rest of the day while someone, somewhere is deciding my fate that day. I tell you guys, never fcuking again! Until you’ve been through this shiit, you just can’t imagine how it makes you feel and the agonisingly slow minutes and hours sitting in a freezing cold cell.

After about another two hours I bang on the door and ask for a blanket. One will be with you shortly Sir. The blanket never arrives. Around 6pm the door opens and some horrible luke warm stodgy ready meal is left for me. I take two bites and nearly vomit.

Eventually, having been allowed ONE phone call to my brother, I’m allowed out the cell and told I’ve been CHARGED with serious aggravated assaults.

SERIOUSLY?????

Even though one never took place and even though there’s NO EVIDENCE.

NO EVIDENCE.

Just her word.

NO EVIDENCE.

Yes, Sir, but your wife says you hit her. Good enough for us. And apparently good enough for the justice system that’s about to destroy me.

I’m told at the desk, the full charges. I’m told I’m not allowed back near my house. If I do, I go to JAIL until the criminal trial six months away. I’m told no communication whatsoever to my wife or child by any means or electronic means or by any agent.

But, but, my child will be wondering where I am and she already has text me asking if I’m alright. If you answer that Sir I will have to arrest you.

What, AGAIN?

This is now the fcuking TWILIGHT ZONE.

Some kind of CLOWN WORLD.

HONK HONK.

My brother arrives and leads me out into the cool night air. I have the clothes I’m standing up in, my phone and a wallet with $10 in it.

I now have to camp at his place temporarily until I can find somewhere to live. The police would have kept me in JAIL if he hadn’t offered to put me up. WTF?

As I walk trembling towards his car, I have a feeling of foreboding, of terrible gut wrenching pain. My insides are in knots.

I’m now officially homeless, I’ve lost my home of 20 years. The penalty of going to my home I’ve built up and worked on and paid for is JAIL.

This was DAY ONE of my upcoming HELL.

A criminal trial now hanging over my head in six months just to make my life even more hell and never sleep well again.

My life was about to get a whole lot worse….

There is NO wisdom in signing a contract with someone who benefits from breaking it.

[Max PowerParticipant 2721]

Even though I have read your story more than once before, I am still basically speechless, once again.

Thank you for all your posts, Matrix. You are a good man who got a really bad deal.

[WallyParticipant]

The reality is, every woman can do this in a marriage, the family court is a gun placed in a woman’s hand the day the ring goes on her finger.

Matrix, thank you for posting this again.

"what a waste of a life, to marry, give up your freedom, just for the hope of not dying alone. Don't get married Son."

[TwistParticipant]

Matrix, all I can say is Thank You. For the first time posting this, and for every time since. It must rip your insides out each time you relive it. Be kind to yourself.

If I had made a phone call, a lie, that resulting in you being treated like this, I would live the rest of my days waiting for the moment of payback. I pray that is the fear they live with.

Peace

[GeraldParticipant 3620]

Matrix, all I can say is I hope lurkers have read your story and learned, I know the members definitely have. I avoid as many female interactions as I can, when walking or shopping, and st work I do not hold one on one meetings with women, ever. Your story should be handed to every boy as he transitions to adulthood. Thank you for sharing.

No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.

[SwimcatParticipant 3589]

Let it go man. It’s over. You’ve moved on. The best revenge is living well.

[Russky2Participant 3086]

Everyone needs to read this post not once, but MANY times over…
Thank you for posting this Matrix!

MGTOW AKBAR

[MATRIXParticipant 2340]

Swimcat wrote:

Let it go man. It’s over. You’ve moved on. The best revenge is living well.

I have done Bro, I’m living well and at peace.

This post is for lurkers, newbies.

Men can be saved in just two weeks.

This place saved me in just ONE week.

This place is a warning beacon, right up until she slips beneath the waves…

There is NO wisdom in signing a contract with someone who benefits from breaking it.

[coolthingy450Participant 1223]

The amount of women that pm or dm me that they have a bf and that they would love to meet up in a hotel because they have a itch that can’t be that their bf can’t scratch because he is away on a trip, deployed or whatever is not even funny anymore

I can never comprehend why simps still even after 2019 and 2020 still try to marry a girl.

Actions have consequences and consequences have prices. Cause and effect at work.

[coolthingy450Participant 1223]

The amount of women that pm or dm me that they have a bf and that they would love to meet up in a hotel because they have a itch that can’t be that their bf can’t scratch because he is away on a trip, deployed or whatever is not even funny anymore

On the bright side matrix it just means you can live your life however you see fit. Don’t blame the women. They are just pawns in a long and sick game.

I can never comprehend why simps still even after 2019 and 2020 still try to marry a girl.

Actions have consequences and consequences have prices. Cause and effect at work.

[Russky2Participant 3086]

coolthingy450 wrote:

The amount of women that pm or dm me that they have a bf and that they would love to meet up in a hotel because they have a itch that can’t be that their bf can’t scratch because he is away on a trip, deployed or whatever is not even funny anymore
On the bright side matrix it just means you can live your life however you see fit. Don’t blame the women. They are just pawns in a long and sick game.
I can never comprehend why simps still even after 2019 and 2020 still try to marry a girl.

“Don’t blame the women”, well yes and no. If human beings, including women with ANY common sense, then they are FULLY aware of what they are doing aren’t they?

MGTOW AKBAR

[Puffin StuffParticipant 24979]

Just because it’s legal doesn’t mean you have to do it. Your wife was trained on how to get you gone for good. My ex was naive and went to see a psychologist instead of an attorney. Still, she accused me of verbal abuse and threatening speech. Luckily she didn’t call the police. My last girlfriend went out and partied all night with people she met on Craigslist. I changed the locks.

My mistake was taking her call later that day and letting her back in the house. Within an hour she started throwing my expensive electronics around the house. We weren’t fighting she was just done with the relationship and showing me she didn’t care about me. So, I called her father, keep it in the family, and let him know that she was basically trashing my house.

This made my ex-girlfriend irate and she called the cops and simply said…”Help!”.

Three cop cars arrived within 10 min. I was red pilled and had read many stories by men who had the cops called on them so I used their experience to create a scene for the cops. The minute she called the cops, I turned the porchlight on, put Star Wars on the TV and sat on the couch really relaxed looking and watched the film till the fuzz arrived. When they came to the door I invited them in and told them I had nothing to hide and nothing was happening. I explained that my girlfriend was leaving our residence, my house, and moving back to Illinois. Her father had bought her a ticket.

They told her to pack and asked me if she had mental problems. Other than coming down from partying so hard all night, she was fine. I nodded my head in agreement when the cop asked if she was psycho.

She wouldn’t leave fast enough and the cops wanted to leave. I told them that if they leave she will call the cops on me and try again to have me arrested.

They agreed and told her to go. She said she didn’t have any money. I whipped out 300 dollars and gave it to her. I told her it was enough for cab fare, a nice hotel near the airport so she could catch the flight her father booked that day.

She got in the cab and that was the last I saw of her. I heard from her months later wanting her car. I told her that I wouldn’t pay but I would help get her car shipped back east. I told her in exchange I would like her to never contact me again. I knew she had a history of stringing along ex boyfriends for cash and favors. Not me.

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

[Vajra VarahaParticipant 1283]

Puffin Stuff wrote:

My ex was naive and went to see a psychologist instead of an attorney.

Mine tried to see an email only psychologist.
I’m like WTF? You can’t do therapy over email……
How the f~~~ is that even legal….
LMAO

[Vajra VarahaParticipant 1283]

coolthingy450 wrote:

They are just pawns

They are not JUST pawns.
Any chess player will tell you a pawn is the most potentially destructive piece on the board…..

Never underestimate the narrative that you are a resource to be used, discarded, and possibly killed.

They move in as pawns and decloak immediately to the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland.

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