This has been a long time coming. And by that I mean both what happened to me and the appearance of this movement. This place is just so right.
I apologise if I ramble a bit but as well as an intro I’d like to get my story out. It feels good to talk about it, sometimes. And if I help just one guy think twice about his situation then that’s something too.
First a bit of history
I knew when we got married she had some issues. I thought I could help. Love would over come. We’d work it out. Started out good and just kept sliding down hill to crazy town. She must have dragged me to 10 different councillors to try and sort it. Nothing ever made her better. And gradually it changed from OUR problem to MY problem. 14 years later it was just such a total f~~~en circus I couldn’t even try to care. Just nod. The last few weeks when I was litterally going out of my mind with stress and anxiety, begging her to give me a break, she called Child Protective Services on me and kicked me out of the house. Luckily enough people knew me and my kids to know it was overblown BS but I had to do and anger management course. One facilitator was one of the most useless moronic hypocrites I ever met. And some of the stories would just blow your mind. Like the guy who got bashed buy his missus with a baseball bat and the cops took HIM away for MALE assaluts FEMALE. Another splinter in my mind. There is something wrong with the world.
So I’m a year free. Sure she had left once before but back then it was more stress / depression related for her (I should have known it was laregly an attention seeking circus) and I was supportive and made an effort etc and we eventually got back together.
The second time was different. When the split first happened it was the worst thing I had ever gone thru. I was at the end of my rope. Worn out with her negativity and passive aggressive BS. Working my ass off and still barely making ends meet. She says she wants separation. I remember saying to her ‘If you go I won’t have the strength to go thru this again’ It only took a couple of months of her gone to clear my head and realise I do have strength. Enough strength to not go back. I realised it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I can’t say I had a particular red pill moment but after a while I became more and more sure that I wasn’t going and could NEVER go back. A few weeks after the split I got a tatt. A bird flying out of an open cage. If you love something set it free. Only took me another few weeks to realise I was the bird. Red pill moment there.
Over the course of the last 5-8 years I went from being OK to having depression and anxiety. And it just got worse and worse. I really would have put my shotgun in my mouth and finished it all years ago if it wasn’t for my kids. Its only a couple of months back now after another perfect display of passive aggressive s~~~ stirring that, out of shear frustration I typed into google ‘why is my ex wife such a crazy bitch’
Lo and behold:
crazy bitch quiz
Red pill moment No.2 – I’d really love for this to be on ‘The Wall’
It was a bit of a shock to realise what should have been obvious. I was a victim of an abusive relationship. There was about 2 or 3 things on this list of 19 she didn’t match. I still feel a bit ashamed that I could let someone treat me like this. This is also something I want to pass on to other guys. We almost never hear of women abusing men. We keep it to our selves afraid of being thought of as a pussy. Way past time to call women out for the s~~~ they pull.
Anyways I’m out and I’m doing better now days. I don’t have it near as bad as some on here and for those guys I want to send my respect and support. Just so good to find this place.
Never fuck a crazy chick.
treelville..miami 4 years, 7 months ago.
