Goddamned it F~~~ My Life.
It’s THAT time of year. The holidays are coming up, the winds begin to change and good ol’ princess cupcake gets the regrets and sad feelz because she “made a mistake”.
The problem is that she has my Daughter. I only get custody of her for a period of time during the summer and winter. So staying amicable with the ex is BY FAR in my best interest.
After the divorce and her attempted monkey branching to “something better” didn’t pan out (surprise, surprise) now she wallows in regret and tubs of ice cream. She was at one time a GORGEOUS model, now turned obese single mom who lives in her parents house. The wall for her was a f~~~ing WRECKING BALL!!!!
While most of you probably cheer, laugh and high five at that, (me too, me too!!) It paints an awfully large target on my back. She now can see through 20/20 crystal clear hindsight that her life was great with me, and total and utter s~~~ without.
I see it the exact opposite; My life with her was complete and utter s~~~. My life as a MGTOW (Monk Mode) is filled with tranquility, peace and introspection.
There is no escaping hamster-wheel logic, solopsism and narcissism so deeply embedded in womens brains. Even though SHE is the one that is totally at fault, started the divorce and left, because I’m now what she wants (again) she WILL act like a goddamned wild animal to get it.
First, she will be nice. That’s where it is at the moment. I got the texts this morning (I’m full of regrets, I miss what we had, I’m feeling nostalgic) then she starts trying to use pet names (thanks Dear).
I responded at least an hour late on purpose to her text. I responded only to texts regarding my Daughter, and completely platonically. I’m not a dick, but I’m not nice. I try and treat her like a female co-worker.
It won’t end here. I have to fly in to pick up my daughter, or she flies here. She WILL make a physical attempt to “rekindle” the flame, it won’t work, and she will go BATS~~~ CRAZY.
This has happened every year for the past few years. I could almost set my f~~~ing watch to this by now.
This time is going to be much worse, however. My Daughter is getting older and will soon start to get an interest in boys. She NEEDS ME in her life, so she can have at least some chance to not turn into a psychotic harpie just like her mother and grandmother.
Right now she’s being raised by those two. It sickens me, to be honest. I try not to think about it most of the time. They are teaching her that “looks mean EVERYTHING” and all you have to do is be “pretty” to be successful.
Any amount of common sense would prove otherwise, as both of these used up land whales used to look good in their prime… then turned into human trash as adults.
Goddamned it. This s~~~ just sickens me. I want to be a good Father. The ex wife uses her like a f~~~ing pawn to try and monkey branch back.
My Daughter is ALWAYS welcome back to my house, for as long as she needs. The Ex wife is not even allowed in the goddamned dog house. Get Off My F~~~ing Property.
This won’t end well. It never does. It feels like I’ve got to get “Re-Divorced” Every f~~~ing year at this time. I have to put on f~~~ing kid gloves for this bitch, because she goes f~~~ing ballistic if even a semblance of reality is imparted on her (we are NEVER getting back together). She tried having me THROWN IN JAIL earlier this year for child support, which is over half of my paycheck, after taxes. I’m still a F~~~ing Wage Slave for her, yet it’s still not enough. She must have EVERYTHING. She must have her PLOWHORSE BAAAAAAACK.
She doesn’t know what I look like now, either. Which sucks. I look better than I ever have in my entire life. I work out, eat healthy, sleep like a rock at least 8 hours a night. I vehemently avoid social media, so she has no idea what I look like after the past year. Last she saw me I was a nervous wreck, on the verge of mental collapse. I probably looked like a homeless man.
Goddamned it. F~~~. Let me reiterate to new MGTOWS: Don’t EVER Get Married. Don’t EVER have kids. Kids= interaction with woman= psychotic woman with the nuclear option at her fingertips, who will ALWAYS blame you, even when it was her fault. Because… feelz.
I’m going to try and get some rest. It’s times like these I want to grab my pack and just go to the woods with no plan on if, and when, I ever return.
billtaichi 2 years, 3 months ago.
