Whenever my Dad is real angry at Mom, I ask him if he is sorry he ever got married. He will usually say “Yes, but I know that the alternative is a lot worse of a woman than her. There are some horrible bitches out there.”

Real compelling reason to get married huh?

But my dad…in my early 20’s if I was like “Why did you ever marry her?” he would whip out the not all women are like that crap…that I just had to find a good one, not one like my mom.  Now that I’m in my early 30’s though…his lines have changed to “You know, you don’t have to get married if you want kids these days,” or “I don’t know why any young man would ever get married in today’s society.”

Even though he was a terrific father his taste in womin did not bear close examination lets just say.

My step mom had all the maternal qualities of a walking freezer unit although I bet she didn’t realize that was in the kitchen.

So in highschool  when my friends were banging anything fetard,I was hanging back,observing and waiting.

As such I’ve had a few relations~~~s but still smart enough to keep separate addresses and use protection even when they told me “I’m on the pill”.

I was VERY cynical about marriage. My parents were both very devout Roman Catholics so there was no birth control. I’m certain mom got pregnant every time they had sex other than when she was already pregnant. 7 kids and 3 miscarriages in 9 years. Dad was a horny son of a gun. A virgin at 29 when they married. I believe once he got a taste of sex he was addicted and back in those days a wife wasn’t able to say no. It was her duty. Mom told me she hated sex because of the constant pregnancies. I understand now.

Mom had dad trained well. In the latter years of their relationship he would write her little notes if he went to the mailbox to pick up the mail. I used to joke he had to write her a love note if he left the room. He doted on her the last few years of her life. He confided to me that his purpose in life was to take care of her. I have tremendous respect for him and often tried to stand up for him when she would do her little manipulative complaints about him. He would just shake his head at me and say let it go. He always told me it took a bigger man to walk away from a fight. I’ve asked him about marriage and he has told me never make the same mistake ONCE. He is 86 years old and only been with 1 woman. He is as close to a saint as I would know.

Telling him that I had gotten my GF pregnant was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Being Roman Catholic I did the “right thing” and married her. We fought, oh did we fight. Ironically my ex’s birthday was the day before my moms. They were both Geminis.

I would probably not have married if not for the pregnancy.

RIP mom.

For me, the idea of getting divorced was unthinkable as it was with my parents entire generation, born around 1930.

So I was blind sided by the changes in our culture. Now with the rising single mother rate, men have to again deal with a new phenomenon, the Bastard and the Bride. I know it sounds harsh but not raising the harsh realities has gotten us where we are. F~~~ed up s~~~ creek without a canoe.

Single mothers are raising a generation of bastard children. Bastard children are well known though out history for the way they are treated by their family and their peers. They are known to be damaged goods. Because that’s what they are. They have two strikes against them from birth. A psycho-mom and complete absence of their father from their life. Of course the walking ATM makes payouts like clockwork.

No amount of money will turn a bastard child into a legitimate child. Feminists think we have overcome our basic nature because we are so progressive.

I tell you, men in college today are learning the true ways of women. No empathy for men. No due process of law. Men are officially second class citizens in our new anti-white hetero male apartheid.

Maybe seeing divorce from the inside will save some young men from making that fatal error and thinking that ticking time bomb in your bed is “not like that”.

My parent Marriage was a destructive hellish soul  crushing crucible that ruined my childhood.

A few weeks ago, my mom and her boyfriend got drunk as a skunk, had a fight, and she “left” him.  On the plus side, she can no longer drink (or bring drugs) into my house, she can no longer feed into that addiction in my presence and within my house. (she is back f~~~ing him again, though they both have learned there lesson now, and im leaving, im done with her bulls~~~, and i wish i had found this site back before i had to make a choice for who to go with, and being upset at the time, i ran for the only person who stood up for me at the time.(Biggest f~~~ing mistake ever!)  My dad is an ass, but he was pretty rational.

However…soon as I move out, I don’t care if her f~~~ing house burns down around her ears, so long as it holds together long enough for me to leave.  I’m done with this bitch, im out of here.  Set off date is end of June at the latest, and i appreciate you guys for all the help you have given that i am making the right decision.

Hell no, my parents have a damn near perfect marriage, it’s a little disheartening to be honest. They each had their role and both did their share to make a good family. It left me with an unreasonably high expectation of how relationships actually worked. I’ve given up on trying to find anything like what my parents had, it’s just not happening.

snap.  same thing on my side.  we both have an excellent reference point to what a healthy relationship looks like and the personality required to pull it off.  like you, i fail to see any chance of that for myself, the social zeitgeist of the day makes this nearly impossible.  i just couldn’t be bothered

On my dad’s side, he is the biggest blue pill mangina I know. He did a good deed for a woman who had just been kicked out of her house by her ex. My dad let her and her son stay and they ended up getting married and her ‘accidentally’ becoming pregnant.

He’s still married with the biggest narcissist obese bitch and my half sister is 8. He just looks like the most miserable person ever, even in his solid blue pill state he even told me “Don’t ever let a woman trap you”. She checks through his emails, mobile phone, made him cut contact with most of his friends and even recently I found her to have looked through MY facebook private messages.

I’ve decided I won’t go back to my dad’s house if she’s going to be there. My dad knows that if she divorces him it’ll ruin him financially so he’s stuck, I used to feel sorry for him but he lets her treat him this way so I just pity him now.

To answer the thread question, hell yes, my dad looks a broken man, but when I told him I have no desire to ever marry he came out with the “You’re only 21, you’re naive”