Gents,
I’ve been lurking here, off and on, since August. I’ve wanted to get involved, but have such a long history of Blue-Pilling and idiocy that I don’t even know where to start. I finally decided today that I’d better just get started and not worry about writing a freakin’ book. So, a summary story to get going…
Married twice. My first wife was a short-lived affair. I was on Active Duty (Army) and simply got married to the first woman who seemed okay. Stupid, I know. There is a particular loneliness for an Infantryman, I think. Anyway, we had a son and she left me shortly afterwards. It was fairly amicable as I didn’t have to give up my retirement, but DID take on all the debt. We worked out a pretty fair child support arrangement and I got to have him every other weekend and for the entire summer. Clearly, this was awesome. Looking back, I realize that she felt pretty damned guilty for leaving me and I kinda got lucky. We have a decent working relationship now. My son is freakin’ awesome and we are good buddies now (he is graduating from college soon).
Fast forward, I’m married again and have four daughters with my second wife. The amount of estrogen in the house is crazy. F**k! I’m in deep. I haven’t been a saint during our marriage, but have been a fantastic provider/slave. Anyway, I don’t know what I’m doing here exactly. I guess I feel like my options are limited. Also, I’m hoping to find a way to guide my daughters away from the AWALT path. This is daunting as I feel like I’m taking on an entire culture.
When did I take the Red Pill? I think the first dose was after my oldest daughter was born. I was no stranger to having a baby, but my wife just started to change in ways that I couldn’t ignore. I was convinced, however, that this is the plight of men everywhere and we all just bear it. Hell, my Dad did it. His dad, etc. After daughter #2 was born, my masculine side was obviously under assault. My wife quit her high salary job to stay at home. My time and interests were gone. Depression started to settle on me.
I thought I was managing it, but it was just varying levels of suck. For my job, I needed a security clearance. I couldn’t go see anyone. (BTW, I’ve deployed for five conflicts/wars… that was part of all this). More on that someday. Fast forward to right before daughter four was born. I’m in a bad place. We’re all in a bad place. We outgrew our house. My son is now living with us and pointing out that my wife is crazed. I finally get some professional help for my depression. A very nice dude who really just listens. Hard and time consuming, but worth it. I buy us a bigger house. Luckily, I’m making a bunch of money. The more I make, the more goes out the door. This is a thumbnail, but I hope to throw more stuff out there as time goes on.
BoB
Anonymous 2 years, 1 month ago.
