Here’s a brief rundown of my venturing into the lane of MGTOW on the highway of life.

I was involved in a relationship with my so-called high school sweetheart (lying whore) for almost 8 years or so. I begin to accept as if it was a natural component of our relationship – arguments, disagreements, and the constant belittlement dispersed by a manipulative creature in hopes of seeing me suffer. But the residual effects from said treatment would usually dissipate once the act of sex sprang into the picture; forgotten even more so if I was able to f~~~ a few more times on any given day or night. Thinking back on it, I often had to beg to f~~~ more than once a night, and it was a chore on her end, but it was never a chore for me to buy her things as a display of affection, or take trips as a college student to the beach and invite her to accompany me, and constantly eating out on the weekends.  I was a college student mind you, and financially I would have to save up to do these things, but I was indoctrinated into believing I should spoil her based on our so-called mutual love for each other, and the fact that I was a male in the relationship acting as a provider of sorts.

Let’s fast forward a couple of years to 2008…

As an avid collector of shoes, I sold many of the prized items in my collection to help cover the expense of my beach vacation as a celebration of graduating from undergrad. I wanted some extra cash on hand so that we could eat well, and enjoy some different activities other than walking the beach, and staying in the room watching movies. Although I would have been perfectly content with that, but I knew she would have grown bored and would have preferred for us to enjoy some entertainment on the trip in the form of visiting an amusement park, aquarium, and some of the shows taking place on the strip. But the entire time on this trip I felt that something was strange in her behavior; starting with the rationing of sex while on vacation. I actually had to beg a few times that week to have sex, and we’re on f~~~ing vacation at that. Then I got the sense that she was talking with someone as she kept sending texts back and forth with someone on our way home from the beach. The giggling was a dead giveaway, but she would always say it was her girlfriend.

The remainder of 2008 was full of constant bickering, and then comes the marriage ultimatum (just an excuse to do what the f~~~ she wanted). I really couldn’t understand where all of this was coming from, but the recognition of her being a cheating whore was not too far away.

The year 2009 was even worse, and I was in a really dark place (drinking almost two bottles of wine by myself at night) and trying to figure it all out. But as May approaches she moves into a new apartment and gets help from a “friend” in doing so, and on the last day that we officially talked to each other she misses our time in meeting up with each other by over four hours (she was f~~~ing another guy).

We had one of the biggest arguments ever once she finally appeared at my house, and I promised her that it would be the last time that we ever talked to each other. Of course, she runs the bulls~~~ game, and I f~~~ her one last time, but I knew it was over at that point.

In July of 2009, I hear rumors that she was messing with some guy going back to 2007 or so.

What the f~~~?

2007?

I couldn’t believe that s~~~.

When I heard of that, I was messing with a chick that was a rebound, and in doing so I ended up using that chick monetarily, sexually, and emotionally. I just couldn’t fully commit, and part of that was the hurt I suffered at the hands of my ex.

Let’s fast forward to 2015…

I have a career at this point, and I recently finished graduate school in May of 2014. I’m single without kids, and could give two f~~~s about any bitch out here.

The only women that I feel obligated to in a sense happen to be my mom and my boss.

If I would have been with any chick the past couple of years I know kids would be in the picture, and graduate school would have been out of the question.

I’ve fully embraced the MGTOW lifestyle, and I’m glad to be apart of this great community.

Thanks for taking your time in reading this as well.

It feels good to get it out there.

I also forgot to include a little of my biography. I was born in 1984 in the state of North Carolina. Times are much different now, and there’s no turning back the clock.

Some people are meant for a life on the roller coaster.