"You're a lazy bastard . . ."

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

Here’s a story I’ve been wanting to tell for a very long time and now, on this forum, I feel this is as good a time as any.

My wife and I have been together for about 15 years and it was some 2 years into our relationship, that we were to come into a small, but not insignificant sum of money.

Naturally talk got round to what we should do with it. Top of the agender was the cottage we called a home, and the small fact that it had no double glazing, or central heating, or even running hot water.

I suggest that this is a priority. After all, even my wife is sick of the sub-zero temperatures the local area can sink to, and she agrees readily that this should be done forthwith.

Now I’m a competent guy and there’s nothing I can’t turn my hand to – building, mechanics etc and I genuinely enjoy this kind of work.

I begin to make plans for the tasks ahead.

Then the money arrives and a couple of days later, I’m awoken at 6am by my wife lying on top of me in bed, and an almost infantile look of exitement on her face.

“I want a horse riding arena !!!”

This comes as a bit of a shock to me. ‘Where the hell did that come from and what about the heating?’

She explains that the ‘really’ cold weather only lasts about 2 months a year and that it’s not really a hardship, there are worse people off etc. I struggle to think of any off the top of my head.

Now I must point out that anyone who’s been married or in a serious relationship before, will know all too well, that you ultimately ‘do as you are told’.

Plans for the cottage are scrapped and I begin research into building an arena.

Luckily, we are situated on low lying land, and after an exploritory dig, discover that there is a natural bed of approximately 2 foot of sand. Ideal.

It’s September (bloody cold). In short order, a used and delapidated 5 tonne tracked excavator is purchased, the area to be converted (a rundown woodland) is chosen, and I begin by removing various trees and shrubs etc.

The area (40×20 metres, standard arena size) is marked out and I begin removing 3 foot of top soil.

One month later, I have a humongous ‘sand pit’ and an equally huge pile (3000 square metres) of top soil. I begin to spread and landscape ‘the mountain’.

About now and somewhat annoyingly, the size of the areana “isn’t big enough’, so I then spend the next 2 weeks expanding and extracting more soil so that it is now 40×35 metres. I get back to landscaping.

It’s currently November and I’m informed that she ‘wants’ it completed by February, as she has plans to get all her horsey friends round for a big opening extravaganza (?) Oh well . . .

Next job is to dig approximately 250 metres of trenches across the arena and then a trench 400 metres long, across fields and to a nearby drainage ditch. No problem, I studied surveying for a while and single handedly, using the digger bucket to hold the measuring stick, I excavate a top-class ditch.

With all the trenches dug, next is laying the plastic land drains, which entails laying, covering with gravel and backfilling. Another 3 weeks go by (hail, snow, rain, gale force winds).

During this entire exercise, my wife spends her days riding, shopping for stuff we don’t really need and generally criticising my work. I even have to cook my own dinner at night. Actually her eldest daughter (by a previous marriage), tells her that she could at least ‘give him a nice home to come to’. Still, she’ll love me even more when I’ve completed this wonderful gift for her?

With the drains in, I construct a ‘road’ across muddy fields and a parking area, which entails demolishing knackered drystone walls to use as a base and tonnes of road planings collected by myself from a quarry in a 2 tonne tipping trailer (purchased for this job).

Now I feel like I’m getting there. How on earth I’m doing all of this on my own I don’t know, but I’m learning and ‘improving’ myself all the time?

It’s now January, I’ve only had 3 days off (yes, really) in the 5 months so far, as ‘she who must be obeyed’ reminds me constantly that otherwise it won’t be finished in time for the ‘big event’.

Final job is to erect a tall 5 bar post-and-rail fence, (with huge gate) around the perimeter.

Driving posts with the excavator, nailing the countless meterage of rails by hand and creosoting the wood. By the end my elbow is F~~~ED !!!

The day of the big event arrives and I quite literally finish hanging the gate as the first horse lorry arrives. Her friends are stunned at ‘her’ new facility, the only acknowledgement in my direction is a wave and “Hello (my name).”

It’s a beautiful day and the arena is full of young women, with flowing blonde hair, bouncing t~~~ and tight arses clad in very tight joddies. I hand each of them a glass of bubbly and sit down to consume the half-bottle left over and enjoy the spectacle in front of me. Good job I’ve got my shades on, though with my buggered elbow, I struggle to lift the glass to my lips. The wife keeps giving me dirty looks.

Now back tracking a bit, I’d made it quite clear that when all the work was done, I was going to get my really best mate up from down south, where I would spend one week all to ourselves, just jamming on guitar, drinking beer, talking utter bollocks and eating good food (he’s a top chef and a bloody decent chap).

And . . . for 2 days, it’s paradise.

Then I notice that the misses appears a little down in the mouth (that awful droopy corners of the mouth thing). “What’s up?”

She launches into me.

“There’s loads to do round here and you’re just sitting around acting ‘stupid’, like it doesn’t matter !!!”

Then I heard a phrase that would become a common form of attack.

“YOU’RE A LAZY BASTARD !!!”

My only reaction is one of dumb, gaping and stunned silence. I tell my mate about it.

The bubble is burst, the fun’s been extinguished and he say he doesn’t want to be the cause of any upset between me and the wife.

He leaves and I set forth with the next ‘urgent’ job. She’s decided that she quite likes my fencing work and that the pig-mesh surrounding her horse fields is too dangerous, so with approximately half a mile of timber delivered, I begin fencing the fields (and drive).

There is however one funny episode associated with this tale.

Several years later, the arena and my homemade ‘hill’ appear on Google Maps. This doesn’t go unnoticed by a local archeology enthusiast (a woman).

She claims that what the hill actually represents, is the remains of a Roman Fort, and I (the inconsiderate git) have dug into it, so it’s now a crescent shape.

Despite my protestations and explanations to the contrary, she says she’s going to get a court order to come onto our property and start a dig on what could be the greatest discovery in years.

I’m not sure what happened after that but nothing came of it, though whenever I see her, I’m repelled by the angry look she gives me. 😀

Peace brothers . . .

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[BoarParticipant]

Holy f~~~ing s~~~….what the hell? That wins the internet for the day.

Welcome to the red pill, brother. It is bitter but you will feel better. I think your first project is extraction of yourself while you have any resources left.

Untamed wrote: Quit complaining and Go Your Own Way in whatever manner suits you best.

[Anonymous 24]

I always joke with my newly married buddy about how it feels to have a bit in his mouth and spurs in his sides.

So thankful I never got in that deep a mess with a woman…

Run while your legs are still working my friend, run.

[Solo MAN’S WisdomParticipant]

Hairdressers, strippers, redheads, attorneys, and horse “girls” are SPECIAL crazy.

When women lead, destruction is the destination. -- Me.

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

Solo MAN’S Wisdom wrote:

Hairdressers, strippers, redheads, attorneys, and horse “girls” are SPECIAL crazy.

That’ll be the problem then. She’s a redhead horse girl, who cuts my hair and on special ocassions, strips for me. 🙂

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[thisistheguy123Participant 2063]

Great ability on you man! I could just imagine the hard work endured in all that.

Is it weird that one man doing all that is more unbelievable than a woman being an ungrateful bitch?

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

thisistheguy123 wrote:

Great ability on you man! I could just imagine the hard work endured in all that.

Is it weird that one man doing all that is more unbelievable than a woman being an ungrateful bitch?

Cheers dude,

If it wasn’t all true it would be f~~~ing hilarious. 😀

The greatest insult thinking about it, is that for the last year she has said she doesn’t like using the arena (won’t say why), so now makes a round trip of 70 miles twice a week with her horse trailer, and pays someone else 40 quid an hour to use their arena.

Ho hum. 🙂

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[GnosticParticipant 2491]

That remind me of another brother story.

/forums/topic/how-was-your-life-with-a-compulsive-hoarder-or-compulsive-cleaner-woman/#post-320586

There is no magic in MGTOW, just recognition of the truth and logical decision how to avoid dangers. The red pill is but the truth, it is no magical potion. Do not think in this modern world men have no longer have natural enemies, men are prey to women and government.

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

I would pick out her finest horse gal pal f~~~ her and make sure mrs horsey finds you in 69 passion.

Go out with a blaze of glory.

You wife must give good head.

Q. Bros, ever notice the queen behavior of these women.

To younger guys.
Please read his story twice. Why?

This is how so many women behave.

Entitled c~~~ wants and desires. It will wreck you.

Stealthy

Well she gives stunningly good head but only on ‘special ocassions’ like when divorce papers are served etc. 🙂

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

Boar wrote:

Holy f~~~ing s~~~….what the hell? That wins the internet for the day.

Welcome to the red pill, brother. It is bitter but you will feel better. I think your first project is extraction of yourself while you have any resources left.

The clock is ticking. 6 months and counting. I can’t wait. 😀

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[Freeman_KParticipant 3524]

Good read, good to have humour about situation.

We all have to go through one or another form of Dan the Man before dropping ilusions.

The choices we make, not the chances we take, determine our destiny

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

Freeman_K wrote:

Good read, good to have humour about situation.

We all have to go through one or another form of Dan the Man before dropping ilusions.

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Holy crap and lol. That is fukin brilliant. Thanks.

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[Anonymous 2]

Welcome to the forums. As I read your story all I was picturing was the process and work described. Then the end result. Then the satisfaction of a mission accomplished. It sounds like a great project. I wonder how many women will read your story lurking here and relate to the woman, and feel no graditude towards you. Pay attention lurker ladies these types of men are disappearing fast.

[Anonymous 54]

Women are incapeable of gratitude.There is never any point in makeing any effort for them.
Your lifes energy will be sqaunderd.
When your my age you will be mad at yourself for waisting your precious energy on..NOTHING.

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

Anonymous wrote:

Women are incapeable of gratitude.There is never any point in makeing any effort for them.
Your lifes energy will be sqaunderd.
When your my age you will be mad at yourself for waisting your precious energy on..NOTHING.

So true and why at 48 I don’t want to be doing this when I’m 58 or more.

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[Anonymous 0]

Good on you that you can see her behaviour for what it is. Are you doing anything for yourself to prepare for the divorce in six months? Protect your self and have a financial war chest that she doesn’t know about. One other thing; she has this horse arena at-home that is the envy of her friends but feels the need to go somewhere else. Another man to monkey branch to after the event, perhaps? Something sounds wrong. Don’t trust her.

[Anonymous 54]

Clint Eastwood wrote:

Old Sage wrote:

Women are incapeable of gratitude.There is never any point in makeing any effort for them.
Your lifes energy will be sqaunderd.
When your my age you will be mad at yourself for waisting your precious energy on..NOTHING.

So true and why at 48 I don’t want to be doing this when I’m 58 or more.

Dude I thought you were younger than that!hahah. Save that energy for your self!

[Anonymous 3]

Clint Eastwood wrote:

“YOU’RE A LAZY BASTARD !!!”

Yes, I had the same and other hurtful comments thrown at me.
Fortunately I now am vaccinated against it:
YOU’RE A LAZY BASTARD !!!
yep.
…
YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME !!!
obviously.
…
YOU DON’T LOVE ME !!!
nope.

The miracle comes from giving up on the useless attempt to make them happy and keep them.

[Clint EastwoodParticipant 323]

Anonymous wrote:

Good on you that you can see her behaviour for what it is. Are you doing anything for yourself to prepare for the divorce in six months? Protect your self and have a financial war chest that she doesn’t know about. One other thing; she has this horse arena at-home that is the envy of her friends but feels the need to go somewhere else. Another man to monkey branch to after the event, perhaps? Something sounds wrong. Don’t trust her.

Cheers man. Yes, I’m in full steam ahead mode. I will be buying and moving onto a narrow boat and living on the canals. Might sound like rock bottom but I’ve done it before and it’s a very cheap, peaceful and easy going life. Currently flogging everything I won’t be needing, which includes most of my guitar collection and my beloved Harley (not much use for a bike on the water 🙂 )

I don’t think there’s another bloke involved and even if there was, I couldn’t give two hoots, just so long as I’ve got my lump sum, which will be set in law.

Fingers crossed it’s happy times ahoy. 🙂

Stay vigilant. They're everywhere.

[KeymasterKeymaster]

Oy.

Clint Eastwood wrote:

Now I must point out that anyone who’s been married or in a serious relationship before, will know all too well, that you ultimately ‘do as you are told’.

That’s just how they WANT it and THINK it’s supposed to be. It’s not actually a requirement.

When a woman begins a sentences with “I WANT” (as she did), it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

Clint Eastwood wrote:

her eldest daughter (by a previous marriage)

You married a divorced single mother.

Clint Eastwood wrote:

The wife keeps giving me dirty looks.

Clint Eastwood wrote:

She launches into me.

Confront her directly. “Why are you behaving like I treated you badly?”

Asking “why are you behaving (a certain way)……” holds a mirror up to her, and forces her to realize the problem is not YOU. It’s her dirty looks and launching into you.

Clint Eastwood wrote:

“YOU’RE A LAZY BASTARD !!!”….. you’re just sitting around

When a man doesn’t fall to his knees for the opportunity to play the role of workhorse / utility / slave , prepare for an avalanche of such shaming. It’s crucial to understand and expect it, and with practice it gets entertaining after a while.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

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