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Anonymous13There comes a point once you’ve gone a certain amount of time without a woman in your life, and spent some quality time alone.
Enjoyed your own company and your own space.
FOUND that peaceful place.
THEN the very idea of having another woman playing games with your life, your well being and emotions.
Being disloyal, cheating, demanding, nagging, SPENDING, and all manner of other ABUSE they dish out.
THEN that thought will send you quite NAUSEOUS if not give you downright nightmares and night sweats.
All that and they also manage to trash your place.
Seriously they are a f~~~ing nightmare in terms of trying to keep a place tidy and clean.
You will never find well being and joy with a woman.
Peace and solitude.
THAT is JOY.
There comes a point once you’ve gone a certain amount of time without a woman in your life, and spent some quality time alone.
Enjoyed your own company and your own space.
FOUND that peaceful place.
THEN the very idea of having another woman playing games with your life, your well being and emotions.
Being disloyal, cheating, demanding, nagging, SPENDING, and all manner of other ABUSE they dish out.
THEN that thought will send you quite NAUSEOUS if not give you downright nightmares and night sweats.
All that and they also manage to trash your place.
Seriously they are a f~~~ing nightmare in terms of trying to keep a place tidy and clean.
You will never find well being and joy with a woman.
Peace and solitude.
THAT is JOY.
Right on MATRIX. And most men work hard for what they have, so it needs to be men who enjoy the rewards of their own hard work, not these corrupted poisonous creatures known as the modern day female.
F~~~ having a woman in my life . It is just one constant s~~~ storm that never ends there is always some drama . Never ever ever again .
THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .
“Seriously they are a f~~~ing nightmare in terms of trying to keep a place tidy and clean.”
Yes. For all they are revered as better at housework (when they feel like being revered for it, as sometimes that is sexist) they do clutter up the place with pointless bits and bobs….
Anonymous42Time away from the turmoil is absolutely the key!
At first it’s like pulling out a long fat nasty sliver that’s festered, painful, and swollen.
The first week to a month is when all the puss comes out.
By a year later the soreness is going away but you notice your hand is weak from all the time you couldn’t use it during the infection. Within 5 years you’ve gained the strength, freedom, and usefulness of a hand you never knew you had!
10 years later you notice the extreme contrast between the two lives, one life all you thought about was the painful infection 24 hours a day, no rest, no sleep, just the painful infection.
20 years later you’re richer and fuller than you ever could have imagined, there’s no pain in your life and you avoid all the splinters finding yourself typing these words…
33 years where the only long term female relations~~~ I have had is the one with my mother. My relations~~~s were always short; and it wasn’t because of anything I did. Their nature came out, and I said “see ya”. I have always avoided long term relations~~~s, and women in general like the plague. Cliff Richard said it best.
Even if you find a unicorn, its still going to s~~~ in your house.
No thanks.
Anonymous1No woman I’ve ever been with has been any good at keeping the house clean and tidy. They have signs on the fridge saying things like “A clean house is a sign of a wasted life”
Cleaning the house doing the washing and ironing can’t be difficult, apparently women can do it.
My Dad was in the RAF and he taught the kids how to cook, wash, iron, press trousers etc In the event that anything happened to him we could just carry on.
The last woman just looked at my home and exclaimed ” wow your’re a neat freak”
So being clean and tidy and not a slob is somehow a crime ?
Going to her home it looked like a bombsite, her son of 15 not able to do the most simple chore. Three weeks later when she suggested that I clean her home, I abandoned ship quickly. Women now have all the modern machines to make their housework life easier, all it has done is make them lazier.
Women should be compared to the Alien species the BORG, where they try to assimilate everyone. The do seem to operate like the Borg collective mind though.
“Resistance is useless, you will be assimilated”
For men the only option is warp factor 9 out of there.No woman I’ve ever been with has been any good at keeping the house clean and tidy. They have signs on the fridge saying things like “A clean house is a sign of a wasted life”
Take a look at their cars sometime. A true indication of their underlying insanity and disorganization.
Anonymous5I agree. There’s far too much emphasis on divorce rape, false domestic abuse and sex abuse allegations.
The main reason for not having a woman in your house is not having to put up with female nature.
They’re self centered, know-it-all spoilt brat c~~~s, and just like spoilt brat c~~~s they think they know everything better than you.
It doesn’t matter how many times the s~~~ hits the fan and you’re the one stuck with cleaning up the s~~~. You’ll always be relegated back to inferior grade human the moment the crisis is over.
I don’t want to listen to their shrill voices hamstering on.
I don’t want their long hairs in my dinner.
I don’t want to ever retrieve a soiled tampon from a toilet ever again.
I hate the shows they insist on watching (and insist I watch too)
I especially hate the constant s~~~ testing (they all do it, all the time)
I hate having to interpret and mind read to figure out what the f~~~s going on.
I hate dealing with their c~~~ biassed in-laws.
I especially hate dealing with their passive-aggressive insecurities that lead them to being amicable cowards with everyone else, but a super bully at home behind closed doors.
I’m sick of any human being putting the burden on me for their own happiness. It’s a never ending, impossible task that only leads to more resentment.P~~~ them off out of your home and you become a normal person again and you’ll have a chance at peace, contentment and bits and pieces of happiness.
Anonymous43I used to think a man was weak without a woman in his life. I didn’t realize what the s~~~ vortex was, or how much damage women cause.
If I wasn’t dealing with the chaos my own c~~~ was causing, there was always some disaster at her two sister’s, a step sister’s and a step brother’s house, or the four close friend’s (I call them pseudosisters) house. They all lived within an hour of my house. It felt like we were constantly visiting someone’s house, or everyone was at our place. It was like some stifling giant family.
I already told you about the Father’s day campouts at my house lead to a family wide F~~~apalooza…resulting in 15 of the 19 nieces and nephews and the 10 of the 12 pseudonieces and pseudonephews being born in late March/early April. All 8 of these women being pregnant at the same time was hell on Earth…the c~~~ was so f~~~ing jealous of her sisters and wanted to be pregnant too. Every time she begged me for another child was just miserable. Crying, threatening to drive into a bridge abutment, screaming, the silent treatment, omg brothers, I thought this was going to be the end. I said no. In my mind, this was the uncrossable line, the one thing I could control was spooge distribution.
For the c~~~’s real sisters, the pattern for s~~~ting out offspring was single, single, twins, single. I cut the c~~~ off after 2 singles. Then invariably around Valentines Day began, yep…baby shower season. Valentines Day was always dicey, anything I bought for the c~~~ was automatically assumed it was for another woman that I was boinking , but omg the cash that was spent for the sisters impending larval expulsion was in the dozens thousands of dollars. The idiot sisters never saved any baby gear. If the kids out grew it, it was thrown away. Toys, clothing, cribs, play pens, high chairs, car seats, decorations, blankets, carpets, bedding, OMG it was like a gameshow with cash and prizes. There was a competition to outspend and outaccumulate the most amount of swag. All these women rented out the local church basements, and had catered food and rented trucks to haul all the s~~~ away. The idiot husbands were there, holding up each prize, and then running upstairs to the parking lot to put the thing in the Uhaul. Then, because we were the only one’s not participating in the F~~~athon were recruited to empty out the Uhaul trucks and carry the s~~~ into the houses. Yes, we invariably stayed for dinner, usually some delivered pizza.
I used to sit in the back of the s~~~ show and tend to my own children, reading or coloring or building legos, while the other children ran wild in the basement rooms, ripping up the Sunday school. I would look at the madness all around me and just cringe. So surreal.
At the end, we got into out minivan, and when our kids would put the headphones on, the s~~~ storm would begin. She would tell me how empty the minivan was…she didn’t get any cash and prizes despite spending thousands of dollars on each sister and pseudosister. She was paying in and getting nothing out. Then she would tell me if she was pregnant now, she could have all the attention and get in on the cash and prizes. Unloading the trucks was bizarre too, the cuck husband was overjoyed at he sudden windfall. He told me he and the other brothers in law were planning to return the s~~~ for cash or store credit, and I could I take the seats out of my van and be ready in the next couple days. olololollllolollool oh and keep it secret. The BIL’s all colluded on the return thing because they couldn’t afford the initial purchases in the first place. Yeah, do the math on that, they were all taking off from work, meeting up at all these stores and sorting and swapping back all the s~~~ and returning it all. WHAT!!!!!!!!
Then when the larvae emerged, the c~~~ went into jealousy overdrive, spending hours and days away from home. living at the hospital taking care of the sister or the larvae. The woman was constantly at a sister/pseudosister’s house from March and April going into early May. When she came home, she would chatter constantly about the baby did this and the baby did that, for hours until she finally put the guilt trip on me…nope didn’t work, then it turned into putting her hands down my pants and hoping to start something that way…oh hell no, then disgust and rolling over going to bed.
OK that’s all for now kids, too much s~~~ vortex will keep you up all night twitching uncontrollably.
Anonymous3Yeah, also once you learn how to do simple household tasks like cooking and cleaning, the idea that you’d need someone else to do that for you becomes even more ridiculous. Not that modern women will do any of that anyway.
But previous eras, women would make sure to do things for men so that men could never learn to do it themselves. That gave them value. Women also would marry young, and stay married. Men weren’t given a chance to be free, first mommy then wife was in his life.
The flaw of this slut around plan is that the men that figure things out and have too much dignity to degrade themselves will become free.
The younger you are, the quicker you can move on too. I remember vaguely as a teen that if I didn’t have sex for a week or two I stopped thinking about it. In my 20s it was a month or so. By my 30s I was done entirely, and months became years until I just ran out of any s~~~s to give entirely.
If a man isn’t trapped in marriage by his early-30s I don’t think anything can trap him. There’s a reason why they focus on men 18-34 in those stats. 35+ means you’re home free.
I spent many years of my life trying to make women happy. I was unsuccessful in my attempts. I didn’t learn until later that it’s impossible to make women happy. No matter how much you earn, it’s never enough.
No matter how loyal you are, it’s never enough. No matter how kind you are, it’s never enough.Women take, and take, and take until there is nothing more to take. Then they move on.
After my divorce, I stayed away from women for a while. And it was like a light switch turned on.
For the first time in my life, I enjoyed peace, calmness, and tranquility. My house was clean. All of a sudden, I had more money than I knew what to do with. I could spend my free time doing what I wanted to do.Now, even the thought of having some bitch in my house makes me physically ill. I’m off the plantation for good. Women can complain, or march, or protest about whatever. Don’t care anymore.
Anonymous3Women take, and take, and take until there is nothing more to take. Then they move on.
Like a locust swarm.
No woman I’ve ever been with has been any good at keeping the house clean and tidy. They have signs on the fridge saying things like “A clean house is a sign of a wasted life”
100% agree with this. I’ve had a number of relationships and they all were utter slobs. Clothes scattered everywhere, rubbish, mugs with long since decaying contents, shoes strategically positioned for maximum trip damage. Honestly I thought their houses had been robbed.
Another thing I noticed was how few of them could cook. Their microwaves were the cooks. I cook everything from scratch because it tastes better, better for you and I enjoy it. I tell them that and they look at me as though I had come from another planet.
No woman I’ve ever been with has been any good at keeping the house clean and tidy. They have signs on the fridge saying things like “A clean house is a sign of a wasted life”
100% agree with this. I’ve had a number of relationships and they all were utter slobs. Clothes scattered everywhere, rubbish, mugs with long since decaying contents, shoes strategically positioned for maximum trip damage. Honestly I thought their houses had been robbed.
Another thing I noticed was how few of them could cook. Their microwaves were the cooks. I cook everything from scratch because it tastes better, better for you and I enjoy it. I tell them that and they look at me as though I had come from another planet.
I know a couple women good at cleaning houses, and GOD are they ANAL AS FK! Hexenbeist mode comes out if you start touching something while they’re cleaning. God forbid you set something down somewhere. Come back and they will have moved that s~~~. Immediately.
Yeah, also once you learn how to do simple household tasks like cooking and cleaning, the idea that you’d need someone else to do that for you becomes even more ridiculous. Not that modern women will do any of that anyway.
But previous eras, women would make sure to do things for men so that men could never learn to do it themselves. That gave them value. Women also would marry young, and stay married. Men weren’t given a chance to be free, first mommy then wife was in his life.
The flaw of this slut around plan is that the men that figure things out and have too much dignity to degrade themselves will become free.
The younger you are, the quicker you can move on too. I remember vaguely as a teen that if I didn’t have sex for a week or two I stopped thinking about it. In my 20s it was a month or so. By my 30s I was done entirely, and months became years until I just ran out of any s~~~s to give entirely.
If a man isn’t trapped in marriage by his early-30s I don’t think anything can trap him. There’s a reason why they focus on men 18-34 in those stats. 35+ means you’re home free.
The housewife is the biggest con sold to man. Cooking especially is an enjoyable thing to do, and no chance in hell I want someone else to control my diet (I know many wives that want to fatten up their husbands so they lose their ability to attract another woman). Cleaning the house is a 30 minute job once a week, but because women insist on having the biggest house among all her friends and are messy as hell it becomes harder.
I used to think a man was weak without a woman in his life. I didn’t realize what the s~~~ vortex was, or how much damage women cause.
If I wasn’t dealing with the chaos my own c~~~ was causing, there was always some disaster at her two sister’s, a step sister’s and a step brother’s house, or the four close friend’s (I call them pseudosisters) house. They all lived within an hour of my house. It felt like we were constantly visiting someone’s house, or everyone was at our place. It was like some stifling giant family.
I already told you about the Father’s day campouts at my house lead to a family wide F~~~apalooza…resulting in 15 of the 19 nieces and nephews and the 10 of the 12 pseudonieces and pseudonephews being born in late March/early April. All 8 of these women being pregnant at the same time was hell on Earth…the c~~~ was so f~~~ing jealous of her sisters and wanted to be pregnant too. Every time she begged me for another child was just miserable. Crying, threatening to drive into a bridge abutment, screaming, the silent treatment, omg brothers, I thought this was going to be the end. I said no. In my mind, this was the uncrossable line, the one thing I could control was spooge distribution.
For the c~~~’s real sisters, the pattern for s~~~ting out offspring was single, single, twins, single. I cut the c~~~ off after 2 singles. Then invariably around Valentines Day began, yep…baby shower season. Valentines Day was always dicey, anything I bought for the c~~~ was automatically assumed it was for another woman that I was boinking , but omg the cash that was spent for the sisters impending larval expulsion was in the dozens thousands of dollars. The idiot sisters never saved any baby gear. If the kids out grew it, it was thrown away. Toys, clothing, cribs, play pens, high chairs, car seats, decorations, blankets, carpets, bedding, OMG it was like a gameshow with cash and prizes. There was a competition to outspend and outaccumulate the most amount of swag. All these women rented out the local church basements, and had catered food and rented trucks to haul all the s~~~ away. The idiot husbands were there, holding up each prize, and then running upstairs to the parking lot to put the thing in the Uhaul. Then, because we were the only one’s not participating in the F~~~athon were recruited to empty out the Uhaul trucks and carry the s~~~ into the houses. Yes, we invariably stayed for dinner, usually some delivered pizza.
I used to sit in the back of the s~~~ show and tend to my own children, reading or coloring or building legos, while the other children ran wild in the basement rooms, ripping up the Sunday school. I would look at the madness all around me and just cringe. So surreal.
At the end, we got into out minivan, and when our kids would put the headphones on, the s~~~ storm would begin. She would tell me how empty the minivan was…she didn’t get any cash and prizes despite spending thousands of dollars on each sister and pseudosister. She was paying in and getting nothing out. Then she would tell me if she was pregnant now, she could have all the attention and get in on the cash and prizes. Unloading the trucks was bizarre too, the cuck husband was overjoyed at he sudden windfall. He told me he and the other brothers in law were planning to return the s~~~ for cash or store credit, and I could I take the seats out of my van and be ready in the next couple days. olololollllolollool oh and keep it secret. The BIL’s all colluded on the return thing because they couldn’t afford the initial purchases in the first place. Yeah, do the math on that, they were all taking off from work, meeting up at all these stores and sorting and swapping back all the s~~~ and returning it all. WHAT!!!!!!!!
Then when the larvae emerged, the c~~~ went into jealousy overdrive, spending hours and days away from home. living at the hospital taking care of the sister or the larvae. The woman was constantly at a sister/pseudosister’s house from March and April going into early May. When she came home, she would chatter constantly about the baby did this and the baby did that, for hours until she finally put the guilt trip on me…nope didn’t work, then it turned into putting her hands down my pants and hoping to start something that way…oh hell no, then disgust and rolling over going to bed.
OK that’s all for now kids, too much s~~~ vortex will keep you up all night twitching uncontrollably.
I have so many cousins on my mom’s side I can’t even remember how many each of her two older brothers had. It was a f~~~ing factory for them. Boom, pregnant. Popped it out. Boom, pregnant again, repeat, repeat, repeat. My dad’s side, his brothers and sisters basically didn’t have more than 3. On my mom’s side, her two older brothers have like 10 between them. I can’t even keep track of birthdays. Basically at least one a month.
I’m the fourth oldest grandson on my dad’s side, and THE oldest on my mom’s side. You know who was the victim of all the cousin gang-ups? I was. You know how many times I heard screaming fking banshees running around the house and yelling at birthday’s and holidays? Too f~~~ing many! I used to live right next door to one uncle with like 6 kids, and just up the road from my mom’s other brother with like 4 or 5 of his own. In your situation, I would have been the one sitting in my chair reading a book or conversing with the adults. That’s how it was when I lived up north. The cousins would jump on me and I’d be going “go away!”
Time away from the turmoil is absolutely the key!
At first it’s like pulling out a long fat nasty sliver that’s festered, painful, and swollen.
The first week to a month is when all the puss comes out.
By a year later the soreness is going away but you notice your hand is weak from all the time you couldn’t use it during the infection. Within 5 years you’ve gained the strength, freedom, and usefulness of a hand you never knew you had!
10 years later you notice the extreme contrast between the two lives, one life all you thought about was the painful infection 24 hours a day, no rest, no sleep, just the painful infection.
20 years later you’re richer and fuller than you ever could have imagined, there’s no pain in your life and you avoid all the splinters finding yourself typing these words…
I’m one year into my seperation and despite the hard work and stress the “Time away from the turmoil” is really the key. Being able to leave the office head to a game then come home to an empty apartment when I don’t have the kids is transcendent. I did not realize what peace was for 26 years. Always walking on eggshells. Being responsible for her happiness and being an emotional tampon for her bulls~~~. An evening at home without a nagging bitch is almost a religious experience.
I’m sick of any human being putting the burden on me for their own happiness.
This is so crucial. In a relations~~~ us men feel we need to make her happy. The expectation and crap they put you through is one giant lifelong s~~~ test. Men…you are not responsible for her happiness. If you are constantly trying to make her happy stop it or walk away now. Your losing so much of your life.
Everyday above ground is a good one. Everyday above ground while single...better still.
Trail428 wrote:
I’m sick of any human being putting the burden on me for their own happiness.
This is so crucial. In a relations~~~ us men feel we need to make her happy. The expectation and crap they put you through is one giant lifelong s~~~ test. Men…you are not responsible for her happiness. If you are constantly trying to make her happy stop it or walk away now. Your losing so much of your life.I’ve said this a couple of times. Most men and pretty much every woman ever born will see the phrase “Happy wife, happy life” and take that to mean it’s the man’s job to make his wife happy. And if he doesn’t she will nag him until he does. Now, that interpretation means that women are lazy, petulant children and just assume it’s a man’s job to make her happy. And if she isn’t, she has every right to be a royal bitch until he fixes it. How f~~~ed up is that? And women will not only believe it, they will laugh about it. If that doesn’t tell you what a piece of crap she is, then what other sign are you looking for? The man she claims to love the most is the man she will treat the worst when things aren’t how she wants it. Because she isn’t happy. And men accept their place as the plow horse, put the harness around their own neck and start pulling.
But really the phrase “Happy Wife, Happy Life” is a warning for men. What it means is, if she isn’t a happy person, ON HER OWN, then you will be miserable for the rest of your life. And since almost every woman on earth takes it the first way, what are the odds you’ll find your happy little unicorn?
It’s just bad math to ever be with a woman who makes her happiness your responsibility. Red flag #1.
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