I work a s~~~ ton of hours on the graveyard shift.  Basically I work 6pm-6am, 3 and 4 nights a week.  Sounds great but when your second job is to be a full time father to a 4 year old when you are not at work…well, you can see where this starts to become quite the grind.  I’ve been doing this 24×7 “schedule of responsibility” for two years now.  I know…cry me a river of tears then get over it.  The big problem is A.) I work 12 hour shifts overnight and B.) 4 year olds are not on my night shift schedule.  Now I love my son more than my own life.  However, flip-flopping your sleep schedule from nights to days once every week is just a tad trying on your physical condition and your psyche.  He is roaring to go as soon as he wakes up at the crack of dawn when I have him.  I, on the other hand, am ready to chew on the business end of a 12 gauge since I am accustom to going to bed at the time he is getting up.  Don’t worry, I’m not really gonna chew on a 12 gauge….yet.

Anyway, there is a point here to sharing this s~~~.  I have been doing this merry-go-round of responsibility for 2 years now as previously stated.  I’m in a career field that wasn’t necessarily my first choice but a s~~~ economy more or less put me here.  To top that off, I work with and for mostly lazy incompetent f~~~s who couldn’t give 2 s~~~s about the jobs they do (it’s the public sector).  So big strike number one for me.  I hate my f~~~in’ job but the money is good.  Then I get off my last day of work for the week, sleep about 6 hours, guzzle a pot of coffee, then proceed to get the kid handoff from the ex.  Thus begins my “second job”.  Don’t get me wrong guys…I absolutely LOVE my child.  However, I’m f~~~in’ burned out as a mother f~~~er after 2 years of this hectic pace.  SO…my child is being a complete s~~~ today demanding that I buy him s~~~ and arguing with me all day.  So, I’ve had a lovely couple of days off this week!  I’m ready to pack a bag and buy a plane ticket to anywhere that isn’t here!  Holy f~~~ Batman!  ANYWHO…to top it off the ex was wayyyy late picking him up today because she “had a meeting”.  Uh huh…is that what they call it these days?  F~~~ing c~~~ whore…yeah, she shows up late to my house all dolled up for God knows who.  SO, I’m f~~~ing p~~~ed.  I’m f~~~ing p~~~ed because it’s all good times for her every time I turn around.  I get to spend 7 goddamn days a week working and/or taking care of a child.  I get no time to breathe.  No time to pursue my hobbies.  I sure as f~~~ don’t have any time to go out and hustle a piece of ass!  I see how my child acts knowing full well a lot of that has to do with not having two parents in one house.  I’m still f~~~ing p~~~ed at her because she made the unilateral decision to kill the marriage because she’s an immature little c~~~ who is only focused on what she wants.  To hell with the fact that she lied through her f~~~ing teeth to me and broke every promise she ever made to me.  Forget the fact that she put her own selfish desires ahead of our child’s happiness.  I get so sick of people saying, “Well, if you’re not getting along it’s better to go your own way for the sake of the children!”  Bulls~~~!  I can see infidelity and/or abuse as a legitimate need to escape.  However, virtually all other circumstances are “fixable” in the interest of the “team”.  Anyway, I’m just rambling….

The bottom line is my last marriage went to s~~~ because I insisted that my ex-wife be an equally responsible partner in the marriage.  I insisted that she hold a job and quit getting fired for having an attitude problem.  I was only asking her to do what every responsible adult with a family does.  Stupid me…I had no right to expect those kind of things out of an immature narcissistic little t~~~!  According to her I was “abusive” for expecting her to be an equal and responsible partner in the marriage.  Now, I’m stuck being the one who has to shoulder the burden for being responsible for the both of us.  I have to be that person for my child.  It’s the honorable thing to do for him.  That doesn’t change the fact that I’m so angry at her for creating this situation.  That doesn’t change the fact that I am so angry at her utter betrayal.  I WAS one of those “good guys” that would have stormed the gates of Hell for my mate.  Not anymore…women don’t understand the meaning of “honor” or “integrity”.  I’m f~~~ing p~~~ed…I’m f~~~ing p~~~ed at her for putting me in a position to be so p~~~ed.  This has just been one of those days where all you can manage is “goddamn mother f~~~er son of a bitch f~~~ f~~~ f~~~….”.  When will this nagging feeling of anger get the f~~~ out of my life for good?

Can anyone relate or am I just a wingnut?

Let me recommend you check yourself for burnout symptoms. Here is a link to start with:
http://www.helpguide.org/articles/stress/preventing-burnout.htm

Anyway, thanks again for the article.  I guess I have a new subject to read up on!  Cheers!

ready to chew on the business end of a 12 gauge

That expression is now stolen. I will use it at work when a client from hell pushes me to the brink.
My fuse has been made as short as yours.

But delete or move it? Are you kidding. It’s getting sticky and pushed to the top.

women don’t understand the meaning of “honor” or “integrity”

Can anyone relate? I can’t count how many times I thought that (or said it ) in 2014 alone. You’re no wingnut. You’re perfectly sane.

You’re gonna think this is not related, but work with me here…..

I lost my s~~~ the other day when my Mom had a birthday. I placed an online order (over the phone) to send 12 white roses to her in another country. The next day, she thanks me with a photo of a dozen RED roses. That made me see RED I was so f~~~ing mad. In my opinion (and in the flower business) that is the f~~~ing TACKIEST mistake they could possibly make. The stupid bitch took my name, credit card numbers, phone, address, moms contact info, expiry date, emails, f~~~ing every detail about THE MONEY down with no error whatsoever, and then f~~~ed up the order in the worst possible way. Unacceptable. That’s like ordering a pizza and they bring you chinese. That’s like driving through starbucks and paying $3 for a coffee and when you’re miles away, you pop the lid and it’s f~~~ing hot chocolate.

You should see the email exchange. I swear to Christ I am gonna turn it into an article or MGTOW youtube video.

This kind of irresponsible “women in the workforce” s~~~ty service is an everyday goddam occurrence. And when I express my displeasure, I’m “abusive”. F~~~ you. No I’m not abusive. You’re a DUMB C~~~ and I’m calling you out. I get an email back within 60 seconds, and they offer me a store credit or a refund. Are you kidding me? I cursed her back. I don’t want a refund, apology or credit. You’re missing the point!!!! And now you “apologize” and offer me a consolation like you’re doing me a FAVOR? Jesus Christ. I don’t want a FAVOR from you. I paid you to do your f~~~ing JOB.

I ended the email with that.

So….. I talk to my Mom and tell her how p~~~ed and embarrassed I am. Any idea how f~~~ing LAME it is to send your mother 12 red roses? What kind of message that sends? She’s telling me to CALM DOWN and not overreact. The flowers are beautiful! It is what it is she says. This sends me over the edge. “It is what it is”. I f~~~ing hate that expression. Like we are supposed to accept something unacceptable because It is what it is. No. You will not tell me I am overreacting and I don’t care if it your Birthday. I’m not listening to you. Click. She’s my mother, but she’s also a woman. And If there is one thing about female recommendations, every single one of them is BAD for you.

I’ve been the guy who didn’t send a steak back when it was over cooked.
I’ve been the guy who drank the cold coffee anyway.
I’ve been the guy who ate tomatoes on a burger when I said hold the tomatoes.
I’ve been the guy who said “it is what it is”. Those says are now OVER.

The next day, I get a call from her. The manager of the flower shop PERSONALLY drove to bring her 18 WHITE roses the size of your fist and practically got down on her knees begging for forgiveness. My Mom got 30 roses for free. And I got a full refund. A nice unforgettable loss for the company they won’t soon forget. MGTOW pays, brothers. You stay true to yourself and it rewards you. You do not accept the unacceptable. The passive acceptance of wrong-doing is not a virtue. There will be no limit to what is required to make necessary changes in your life.

It is what it is? No it f~~~ing isn’t. It’s what I SAY it is. Unacceptable.

I told her: The money is not the point. The flowers are not the point. The apology is meaningless and worthless. Don’t ever let it come to that bulls~~~ ever again. Do your goddam job or you are OUT OF BUSINESS and I will make sure of it. Thank you for the gesture and for caring enough to DO something about it… because when we stop caring, humanity is F~~~ED. It will be up to MEN to fix this s~~~ one at a time. – Sincerely Keymaster

MGTOW are changing the f~~~ing planet. Our way. One c~~~ing situation at a time.
We are not putting up with this s~~~ anymore.

•••••••

OK I’m back. Can I relate? You betcha. Will it put me in an early grave? Probably. Will I suck on the business end of a 12 gauge? No goddam way. And neither will you. They will never get the satisfaction. We have a planet to save. One man at a time. Let’s get f~~~ing busy living. Not busy dying. It’s nothing compared to your grief. I don’t know what I would be capable of in your situation. But I’m guessing if the above story is any indication, Cupcake would prepare for a s~~~storm tonight. You are NOT REQUIRED to accept wrong doing peacefully or passively. It’s’ not a virtue.

Honor and integrity are values that you will insist on, at any price.

Every single time I have placed an absolute limit on something and laid down the law – regardless of consequences – I saw change. I got a whopping raise once. My salary was tripled within a 5 minute conversation… and I owned that s~~~ like Kevin Spacey in American Beauty. No amount of my labour, care, honor, loyalty was rewarded, but when I became a MGTOW scumbag asshole, I got f~~~ing PAID every time. There are huge rewards it.

Are you prepared to be relentless with these people?
You don’t have to answer that right now…

Reminds me of an incident that happened a couple of months ago…I was approached out in public by a rather aggressive pandhandler that wasn’t happy with hearing “no!”.  Told the mother f~~~er to take a hike.  Dumb bastard bows up on me and gets right in my face.  I reach in my car window and Mr. Ruger goes right in his face along with a few choice words of my own relating to how I will vacate his skull of all the s~~~ between his ears.  Sumbitch’s eyes get big as saucers and all I hear is “I’s sorry suh!”  Ugh…sometime I feel like I just have a big “f~~~ with me” sign on my back.  I have always warned people to never ever mistake meekness with weakness.  They are two totally different things.

Anyway, feel free to use any and all colloquialisms I may spew…consider it my meager contribution to the cause.

sometime I feel like I just have a big “f~~~ with me” sign on my back.

Yep.

But one day, (i don’t remember exactly when ) I went to the hardware store and bought a big billboard and some red paint with a piece of rope to hang around my neck and wear it on THE FRONT.

“PLEASE f~~~ with me. Pretty please. I f~~~ing dare you.”

… and it’s all been gravy since. I understand you tonight a lot better than you think.

Have a pleasant evening. And here’s to much better days ahead. Thanks.