I’m sitting in my small cosy house, surrounded by my own stuff, my own nice furniture, TV, stereo and I’ve even got myself a nice small live Christmas tree up, the place is sweet and looking real cosy.
It’s always quiet and peaceful here, when I come in from work it’s always just as I left it. When I close my front door after work or being out, it’s like closing the door on the Matrix and living in my own sweet retreat from it all. Bliss.
Sitting down after a day’s work, reading, watching a bit of TV, getting my supper on, I realise just how blissful life can be.
Seriously, I never knew it could be this sweet, this quiet, this orderly. My whole life is working just as it should, and time has slowed to a nice pace. Life is not racing away from me, nor is it slow as I have plenty of hobbies.
Some days I’ll get busy, go in my workshop or do stuff, have a nice day out, a meal out alone, other days I’ll have a lazy sofa day reading, watching TV, listening to music, whatever the hell I feel like doing.
BUT
It wasn’t always like this.
For 30 years I lived in a total nightmare I couldn’t wake from.
Living with a bitch hell bent on destruction.
Drama, chaos, arguments, a messed up house, broken possessions because women can’t look after shiit.
The cars constantly damaged because she’s hit yet another kerb, another parked car at the shops. A back seat full of unpaid parking tickets you’re supposed to sort for her.
Spending you both into bankruptcy, by buying shiit, applying for credit cards to pay off other credit cards.
DREADING getting a bank balance or statement, because your current account is nearly always far more overdrawn than you thought it was.
Seriously THAT shiit gave me heart palpitations.
Her constant bitching about friends, family, work colleagues.
There’s ALWAYS some mortal enemy, or enemies, with them.
The nagging that’s either full on nasty, or more subtle, like “so what have you got planned today?” Meaning you better be doing stuff for me or the house. If you went and did stuff for yourself in the garage you got the evil eye and a hard time.
For the latter years, the COMPLETE lack of love, sex, affection. Just a bitch resting face to greet you after work, or whenever you look at her.
Her trash talking you to everyone and the HIVE.
Her constant girls’ nights’ out and spending yet more money, these turn into weekends away and vacations with the rest of the bitch hive.
And then one day, despite all your own loyalty and hard work and trying your best to keep your family together, just when you think life can’t be any more miserable…
SHE MAKES THE ONE PHONE CALL.
And DESTROYS you and STEALS everything you own with the blessing of the state and family courts, and tribal cries from the hive of “you go gurl!“
Lurkers, I implore you, I beseech you,
NEVER MARRY.
Don’t even relationship.
I’m one of the lucky ones.
I’m ok now and in my own sweet place.
Life is good.
But not every man comes through this shiit.
30 years of my life gone, living with an absolute bitch creature from hell.
Contrast that living hell with the sweet, blissful existence I first described.
Marriage….Don’t,
just fukking don’t.
Close your front door to your own absolute BLISS.
#MANOUT until time ends.
There is NO wisdom in signing a contract with someone who benefits from breaking it.
Twist 1 month, 2 weeks ago.
