Ex-Military. Ex-Squid. But no Ex-Wife.

[Jon the Ex-SquidParticipant 298]

Gentlemen,

I’m very pleased to meet your acquaintance.  These greetings are sent from my home among the hills of New Jersey, surrounded as they are by dense trees, gurgling streams, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

The oft-repeated “I was MGTOW but didn’t know that’s what it was called” captures things for me. Confirmed bachelor stood in the label’s place for no small measure of time. I joined the US Navy right out of high school in 1990 with the advise of my father, “Stay single at least until you’re 30” echoing in my head as I rode the bus to boot camp. “Military life is hard enough, on yourself and your family.” He said. “Figure out who you want to be before you let someone else tell you who they think you ought to be.” He offered before shaking my hand goodbye.

I know, because I still have the piece of paper upon which I wrote those words during the long, uncomfortable busride from the swamps of North Carolina to the sinful surroundings of Orlando, Florida that hot June of my 18th year.

One by one I watched shipmates marry and divorce between deployments. The Navy incentivized marriage with extra pay (basic allowance for housing) and some benefits, you see. Little tolerance for homosexuality aboard a submarine, so single sailors were viewed with suspicion.

My division chief (E7) lost half his retirement when the divorce finalized a few months after he retired from 20 years of service. My best friend, as transient as they are in the military, couldn’t invite me to his own wedding because his wife felt threatened by my bachelorhood. And so on, and so on. Everyone here knows the drill.

I left the Navy’s submarine force after 10 years of honorable service, becoming in turn a government contractor, a network specialists, a project manager, and eventually an independent technical consultant working from home most of the time. I’ve seen my share of disasters (literal disasters, such as hurricanes and large fires) and the responses of those involved. It leaves an impression on you, that glimpse of true human nature. It reaffirms my decision to go my own way as well.

I won’t die alone. I have friends and family. In my 40’s, I could care less about getting laid, so the argument that I cannot is moot. I have my health and my wealth, sharing both with those I so choose. I don’t measure myself against the yardstick of another’s approval, be they male or female (or whatever transgender pronoun is currently appropriate). I hate no one but truly disdain the condition of the society in which I live.  I better the lives of individuals through my work, responding to catastrophic events and helping the families and small businesses affected thereby in returning to their feet via funding provided by their insurance companies. I live a full life and am content.

My name is Jon, the Ex-Squid, and I say to you,

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[FermatParticipant 3478]

Love the hello world reference.  Welcome. Sounds like you have your life together and have seen past the bullsh*t society sells men. Living to help others is a great way of living life to the fullest rather than chain yourself to life sucking baby makers. Glad to have you here sir.

I have discovered a truly remarkable list of reasons why women are not necessary for a happy life, but alas this margin is too small to contain it.

[ILiveAgainParticipant]

Jon the Ex-Squid wrote:

Gentlemen, I’m very pleased to meet your acquaintance. These greetings are sent from my home among the hills of New Jersey, surrounded as they are by dense trees, gurgling streams, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The oft-repeated “I was MGTOW but didn’t know that’s what it was called” captures things for me. Confirmed bachelor stood in the label’s place for no small measure of time. I joined the US Navy right out of high school in 1990 with the advise of my father, “Stay single at least until you’re 30″ echoing in my head as I rode the bus to boot camp. “Military life is hard enough, on yourself and your family.” He said. “Figure out who you want to be before you let someone else tell you who they think you ought to be.” He offered before shaking my hand goodbye. I know, because I still have the piece of paper upon which I wrote those words during the long, uncomfortable busride from the swamps of North Carolina to the sinful surroundings of Orlando, Florida that hot June of my 18th year. One by one I watched shipmates marry and divorce between deployments. The Navy incentivized marriage with extra pay (basic allowance for housing) and some benefits, you see. Little tolerance for homosexuality aboard a submarine, so single sailors were viewed with suspicion. My division chief (E7) lost half his retirement when the divorce finalized a few months after he retired from 20 years of service. My best friend, as transient as they are in the military, couldn’t invite me to his own wedding because his wife felt threatened by my bachelorhood. And so on, and so on. Everyone here knows the drill. I left the Navy’s submarine force after 10 years of honorable service, becoming in turn a government contractor, a network specialists, a project manager, and eventually an independent technical consultant working from home most of the time. I’ve seen my share of disasters (literal disasters, such as hurricanes and large fires) and the responses of those involved. It leaves an impression on you, that glimpse of true human nature. It reaffirms my decision to go my own way as well. I won’t die alone. I have friends and family. In my 40’s, I could care less about getting laid, so the argument that I cannot is moot. I have my health and my wealth, sharing both with those I so choose. I don’t measure myself against the yardstick of another’s approval, be they male or female (or whatever transgender pronoun is currently appropriate). I hate no one but truly disdain the condition of the society in which I live. I better the lives of individuals through my work, responding to catastrophic events and helping the families and small businesses affected thereby in returning to their feet via funding provided by their insurance companies. I live a full life and am content. My name is Jon, the Ex-Squid, and I say to you,

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Welcome and my I say how absolutely jealous I am of your surroundings. You painted a picture of true bliss for me.

Great introduction and a great path you have made.

Enjoy.

[Anonymous 42]

@Squid, Parsippini, Troy Hills? Orange? I lived there when I was a kid. When I lived in Old Bridge we always went to sandy hook, many fond childhood memories there.

Welcome to MGTOW!

[GunslingerParticipant 242]

Well that was one of the best intros I have read yet…insert Citizen Kane Clapping Gif! Thanks so much for sharing and thanks for your service and everything you continue to do for people that have suffered through these horrible events. I’m moving back to KY from NYC and look forward to being surrounded by similar scenery such as you, nothing better than setting on the porch, drinking some coffee and listening to the birds chirp and viewing some nice natural scenery.

[Jon the Ex-SquidParticipant 298]

Anonymous wrote:

@Squid, Parsippini, Troy Hills? Orange? I lived there when I was a kid. When I lived in Old Bridge we always went to sandy hook, many fond childhood memories there. Welcome to MGTOW!

Upper Greenwood Lake / Ringwood area. 🙂

And thank you gentlemen. At some point in the future I anticipate purchasing some land in Eastern Pennsylvania with lower taxes and less Nanny-state intervention. I still have to travel a bit, so this area is a compromise and stepping stone.  The winters are lovely.  The roaming packs of bears? No so much.

[GunslingerParticipant 242]

I don’t believe there’s a better investment than in land. My family and I have a huge chunk of land in KY, some of it’s leased out to people, but most is just there to look at and man is it great to just hop in your truck with a few beers and roam around. I’m thinking of getting a few heads of cattle to make a little side money and give me something extra to do, once I go back.

[RoyDalParticipant]

Welcome, fellow MGHOW, formerly known as a confirmed bachelor.

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[Muricanguy0Participant 9]

I know many people who got pensions killed due to a divorce.  Glad things are going well for you.

[Deus Ex MachinaParticipant 1068]

Welcome Brother

Since being a MGTOW I to have had a lot of my guy friend’s wives pretty much 86 me out of their lives. Totally sucks when that happens, But that’s the life of a Blue Pill Male i guess.

Again, Welcome!.

"If You have the Tooth of a Whale, You must have the Whale's Jaw to hold it". (i.e. One Must have the right qualifications for leadership) -Hawaiian Proverb

[Jack HarperParticipant 2863]

Deus Ex Machina wrote:

Welcome Brother

Since being a MGTOW I to have had a lot of my guy friend’s wives pretty much 86 me out of their lives. Totally sucks when that happens, But that’s the life of a Blue Pill Male i guess.

Again, Welcome!.

Women hate a wild card that can threaten their control of the situation. I really regret the divide my ex-wife created between me and friends and especially family when I was with her.

[DauntlessParticipant 403]

What a fantastic introduction, Jon! To you, I say: hello and welcome. I sincerely wish you a very good day and hope you enjoy your stay. 🙂

"To live is to suffer; to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." - Friedrich Nietzsche

[505vikingoParticipant 521]

Welcome aboard Brother,

Thank you for your service. Former Coastie here. You have made wise choices and will reap your well earned rewards. Keep the faith!

[J.D SilvernailParticipant 383]

Welcome to MGTOW and Good job on not giving in to peer pressure.

I'm married to the game,but she broke her vows.

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