imagining getting back into a relations~~~ again

[Anonymous 43]

I’m at a Panera this pm, waiting for the car to be finished

watching people, chillin with you

watching couples holding hands, or man walking with his hand around a woman’s shoulders and her arm around his back near his waist.

most of the tables are occupied by men, women but not a mix. Men talk about fishing or motorcycles, women talk about boyfriends or ex husbands. One woman is blabbering on about her cat.

I’m remembering how awkward it was walking with a much shorter woman, my arm on her shoulders, and her arm around my back, mismatched stride length, altering cadence to match her slower pace and stooping a little to be linked together. Shopping at a mall was like walking a dog around the block, stopping at every hydrant and tree, sniffing other dog’s p~~~, carrying around a bag full of s~~~.

or ordering food at a restaurant, the c~~~ sitting with the kids, and I would have to remember what the three orders were, often forgetting my own, getting crabbed at for getting something wrong.

Shopping with the kids pushing a stroller with handles too short only going to toy stores was horrible. changing diapers in the men’s room was an experience I will not repeat, ever again. My time for that came before the proliferation of family bathrooms.

walking holding hands looks stupid, uncomfortable and clingy to my MGTOW redpill infused eyes. I can’t imagine any of that feeling good, or comfortable, or expected. I am trying to imagine a time when I could ever let someone that close to me, to touch me, or let me touch them. I am so conditioned to be distant first as a male teacher, not to get too close to children, but to women in general, to protect myself from the one phone call. I don’t want to be owned or show ownership. Even wedding rings seem pointless and stupid. I’m sure the c~~~ was wearing hers when she visited Chad.

I remember taking my own kids to the park in the middle of the day, and other women with kids would get up and leave. One woman called the cops on me. ehhh there’s a man at the park, and he has some kids with him…ehhhh help meeeeeeee

I remember the minivan, toys, hair, lost fries and half melted crayons, a bunch of dvds in the storage area…Barbie movies, cartoons. We even had a video game that plugged into the dvd player. I remember the first night sleeping in that f~~~er, finding a folded up paper, some scribbles from my kids on it. I cried and screamed all night, howling in deep rooted pain right into the last fibrous cell of my broken heart. I carried that paper around for weeks and was absolutely destroyed when I left it in a pocket, and put it through the laundry. My younger daughter was still using a booster seat, and I could see the outline in the upholstery where the car seat left a permanent indentation. That was a long warm August night in 2009, and I remember it, I feel it like it was yesterday. I had to buy another booster seat when It was my parenting time. Same seat, different color. It had a fold out cup holder in the side, and I would find little toys, pictures, hair bands in there after my daughter left. These were prized possessions. The last drawing I found is taped inside the glove box door, now three cars later. It is a faded sketch of Perry the Platypus as drawn by a 9 year old. My treasure is another man’s trash.

sorry, brothers, just rambling, oversharing. telling the lurkers a little of the secret hidden pain a divorced good guy dad goes through. you are never completely free from a snowflake gone bad. The memories linger. And for what…so the c~~~ could f~~~ some other idiot. I would not trade one moment of what happened to me for 100 years of wedded bliss. All that s~~~ made me stronger, wiser and more wary than I otherwise would have been.

sometimes I feel sorry for you dudes who have never had a snowflake go sideways, never experience the jeopardy and peril of a day in divorce court…where walking out is cold comfort, but ya still paid the lawyer $1000 to be your friend. and the c~~~’s false accusation was proven to be bulls~~~, again. with no consequences for her. Never having felt the absolute betrayal, the bayonet in the back, falling to the ground in a swirl of how the f~~~ did this happen things were going great. weren’t they? no, what else in my life is so f~~~ed up and I am blind to see it? What did I do to deserve this?

Honestly, I would not wish any of my s~~~ upon any of you brothers. Some of you have your own scars. Maybe I smile a bit knowing there are some who read this forum and decide life with women is not for them, they have seen the s~~~ vortex, warm greasy slippery stink.

Maybe for you, it is not too late. I don’t think the s~~~ vortex washes off, it requires scouring, scalding steam pressure washing, and scraping. and time. I am jealous and glad to find a man who has never married, never wants to get married and lives live his own way.

[AwakenedParticipant 35202]

“IT” ALL seems just so Foreign, Forced, Fake, F~~~ed.

Like ALL of “IT” is being done to show to the world, “LOOK AT US, AREN’T WE THE HAPPY COUPLE ??”

Well, MAYBE YOU are, or it’s just Another cooked up female LIE, and in REALITY she’s doing CHAD on the side, as well as the proverbial mailman, plumber, and/or the neighborhood “handy man”, but she’ll hold your hand on your “Cute” lil walk around town to keep the show up for ALL HER Friends.

In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

[joetechParticipant]

Last night I met a woman with two divorces under her belt. She immediately assumed I was divorced. Isn’t it telling that people our age seem to ALL be divorced? I have no fond memories of my ex girlfriend. They were all wiped away by the trauma she inflicted on me. I do, however, often think back to my two ex wives and the companionship we shared…more with the second than with the first. The bitterness is gone, and I see many men and women who can’t seem to let go of their pain. Everyone carries pain throughout their lives. Pain of loss, pain of failure, pain of success sometimes. Like Kwaigan said in Star Wars, your focus determines your reality. I’ve lived a full life and I have my family and friends. Sometimes that life was full of s~~~, and other times it’s full of joy. Being single in a world of couples can seem isolating, until you stop to consider what happens behind closed doors. Consider yourself lucky to be free. The child support isn’t permanent and when they grow up and move on the empty nest will be someone else’s hole. And, who knows what the future will bring? Some day one of those kids is liable to get so disgusted with mom that they will cut her loose and re-connect with their dad. I’ve seen it happen before. Kids turn into adults with memories.

"Don't follow in my footsteps...I stepped in something."

[Old RottweilerParticipant 1520]

I remember the memories when my daughter was a little girl, priceless.

Women have always been f~~~ed up, crazy. This society lets them get ways with it. ” You go girl.”
I will never forgive my ex for f~~~ing me over when she had nothing to gain by doing so. The fun part is now my daughter can’t stand being around her. Karma wins, always. Just do the right thing, know your enemy, and enjoy the day.

[ResParticipant 542]

A very vivid description, @may-7-2020. Speaks to the awkwardness of a relationship. I’m glad I don’t have to put up with the nonsense… Thankyou for your wisdom.

Mr. Boats: "'Avoid the reeking herd! Shun the polluted flock! Live like that stoic bird, the eagle of the rock!' You know what that means, son?" -American Splendor

[Anonymous 1]

One divorce should be enough. It was for me.
I watched as a divorced friend of mine with some very nice classic bikes, remarried with all the bells and whistles, swmbo having a white wedding again at 54 on his money.

I knew in my heart that day, that he was finished, those bikes would be gone within two years.
It all came to pass, now he’s a mangina totally under her thumb, bikeless, hobbyless miserable.

[AwakenedParticipant 35202]

Anonymous wrote:

having a white wedding again at 54 on his money.

I get how ANY MAN, especially Older Men that grew up in other eras, can have gotten married once and had kids.

It was the way that we were taught to “Man-Up”.

Luckily, those days are GONE for Many Men, but it still amazes me when an already divorced Older Man, that should have learned by his age, will just walk right back into the trap !!!

The Blue Pill Mindset is a CRUEL Master !!

In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

[GeraldParticipant 3624]

Anonymous wrote:

I’m at a Panera this pm, waiting for the car to be finished

watching people, chillin with you

watching couples holding hands, or man walking with his hand around a woman’s shoulders and her arm around his back near his waist.

most of the tables are occupied by men, women but not a mix. Men talk about fishing or motorcycles, women talk about boyfriends or ex husbands. One woman is blabbering on about her cat.

I’m remembering how awkward it was walking with a much shorter woman, my arm on her shoulders, and her arm around my back, mismatched stride length, altering cadence to match her slower pace and stooping a little to be linked together. Shopping at a mall was like walking a dog around the block, stopping at every hydrant and tree, sniffing other dog’s p~~~, carrying around a bag full of s~~~.

or ordering food at a restaurant, the c~~~ sitting with the kids, and I would have to remember what the three orders were, often forgetting my own, getting crabbed at for getting something wrong.

Shopping with the kids pushing a stroller with handles too short only going to toy stores was horrible. changing diapers in the men’s room was an experience I will not repeat, ever again. My time for that came before the proliferation of family bathrooms.

walking holding hands looks stupid, uncomfortable and clingy to my MGTOW redpill infused eyes. I can’t imagine any of that feeling good, or comfortable, or expected. I am trying to imagine a time when I could ever let someone that close to me, to touch me, or let me touch them. I am so conditioned to be distant first as a male teacher, not to get too close to children, but to women in general, to protect myself from the one phone call. I don’t want to be owned or show ownership. Even wedding rings seem pointless and stupid. I’m sure the c~~~ was wearing hers when she visited Chad.

I remember taking my own kids to the park in the middle of the day, and other women with kids would get up and leave. One woman called the cops on me. ehhh there’s a man at the park, and he has some kids with him…ehhhh help meeeeeeee

I remember the minivan, toys, hair, lost fries and half melted crayons, a bunch of dvds in the storage area…Barbie movies, cartoons. We even had a video game that plugged into the dvd player. I remember the first night sleeping in that f~~~er, finding a folded up paper, some scribbles from my kids on it. I cried and screamed all night, howling in deep rooted pain right into the last fibrous cell of my broken heart. I carried that paper around for weeks and was absolutely destroyed when I left it in a pocket, and put it through the laundry. My younger daughter was still using a booster seat, and I could see the outline in the upholstery where the car seat left a permanent indentation. That was a long warm August night in 2009, and I remember it, I feel it like it was yesterday. I had to buy another booster seat when It was my parenting time. Same seat, different color. It had a fold out cup holder in the side, and I would find little toys, pictures, hair bands in there after my daughter left. These were prized possessions. The last drawing I found is taped inside the glove box door, now three cars later. It is a faded sketch of Perry the Platypus as drawn by a 9 year old. My treasure is another man’s trash.

sorry, brothers, just rambling, oversharing. telling the lurkers a little of the secret hidden pain a divorced good guy dad goes through. you are never completely free from a snowflake gone bad. The memories linger. And for what…so the c~~~ could f~~~ some other idiot. I would not trade one moment of what happened to me for 100 years of wedded bliss. All that s~~~ made me stronger, wiser and more wary than I otherwise would have been.

sometimes I feel sorry for you dudes who have never had a snowflake go sideways, never experience the jeopardy and peril of a day in divorce court…where walking out is cold comfort, but ya still paid the lawyer $1000 to be your friend. and the c~~~’s false accusation was proven to be bulls~~~, again. with no consequences for her. Never having felt the absolute betrayal, the bayonet in the back, falling to the ground in a swirl of how the f~~~ did this happen things were going great. weren’t they? no, what else in my life is so f~~~ed up and I am blind to see it? What did I do to deserve this?

Honestly, I would not wish any of my s~~~ upon any of you brothers. Some of you have your own scars. Maybe I smile a bit knowing there are some who read this forum and decide life with women is not for them, they have seen the s~~~ vortex, warm greasy slippery stink.

Maybe for you, it is not too late. I don’t think the s~~~ vortex washes off, it requires scouring, scalding steam pressure washing, and scraping. and time. I am jealous and glad to find a man who has never married, never wants to get married and lives live his own way.

Sorry, had to stop reading at the picture in the glove box part, understand and am tearing up man. Hang in there and know strong men on here are with you.

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

[Anonymous 1]

May 7 – thanks for this poignant post. Tugs a lot of heartstrings.

[Max PowerParticipant 2721]

That was a hell of a post. I have been there. Thank you.

[Anonymous 18]

Anonymous wrote:

sometimes I feel sorry for you dudes who have never had a snowflake go sideways

Despite adding credence to ‘mgtow are just bitter meeesawjeanists’ I firmly believe that an honest man that was betrayed by a woman will always live by the gut feeling of never believing in the deception of love again.

I have had women call me cold, robotic and ‘give love another try’ but not one has gone beyond regurgitating drivel of Disney fairytales.

The scenario you painted with such clarity – part of me feels sad for these men; the cold and calculative nature of their ‘partners’ in the most intimate moments is bound to kill a man’s romanticism.

Its sadder to realize the indoctrination is so deep that some of those men were onto their 3rd or 4th or even 5th serious relations~~~s.

[bladeParticipant]

Imagine getting back into a relations~~~ . May7 bro you have just commited domestic violence on me bro . Lol

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[GrumpyParticipant]

That will pass May7

Imaginary things always fade away in the light of reality.
Even the best “relationships” are mostly an illusion, one never truly sees the whole story until its long finished, by then ones memory has already obscured the real truth.

There was a time in my life when I gave a fuck. Now you have to pay ME for it

[BeerParticipant 11832]

Old Rottweiler wrote:

Karma wins, always. Just do the right thing, know your enemy, and enjoy the day.

Terrence Popp did a video on this…referred to it as playing the long game…worth the watch if you haven’t seen it. His videos are pretty good.

Awakened wrote:

I get how ANY MAN, especially Older Men that grew up in other eras, can have gotten married once and had kids.

It was the way that we were taught to “Man-Up”.

Luckily, those days are GONE for Many Men, but it still amazes me when an already divorced Older Man, that should have learned by his age, will just walk right back into the trap !!!

The Blue Pill Mindset is a CRUEL Master !!

Yeah I get how my dad’s generation fell for the trap. Divorce wasn’t as prevalent when they looked at their parents and grandparents…but anyone getting married today is like dude wtf are you thinking!!???!!?? With the number of divorced people out there I’m pretty sure its impossible everyone in this country doesn’t know multiple people that have got wrecked in divorce.

If its a younger dude with no assets that hasn’t really gotten far into a career yet at least marrying something he popped, or that hasn’t been popped yet, at least I can see the allure and why he wouldn’t be thinking about asset/income protection and divorce rape although its still not a good move these days, but when I see people in their 30s marrying post wall sluts who have well into the double digit c~~~ counts…I don’t even feel bad for them anymore because they are just idiots.

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