I will not burden you with the details, but my wife got very sick at 28 and her health steadily deteriorated until she passed away at 49. I was her main caregiver for that 21 year period as well as the sole source of income taking over housekeeping duties as she lost her ability to do so. I will tell you I honestly believe that, if the situation were reversed,she would have taken care of me. Like most marrieds, sex was pretty much non existent but a good portion of that was due to her poor health. She could be a bitch on wheels when her medications clashed. But, sometimes she felt compelled to test me to see how much crap I would put up with…..a test of my love for her, I suppose. One of her favorite tactics was that she wished I loved her unconditionally. Every time, without exception, I would explain to her that love is the most conditional thing in the known universe. Any one that wants unconditional love wants to treat you like s~~~ and have you ask for a second helping please. I asked her if she would still love me if I beat her every time I saw her and spent all of the money I earned on drugs and hookers. If you don’t, I told her, then your love for me is not unconditional. My point is that, even though I loved my wife, I didn’t subscribe to her feminine logic of how a man should love a woman…..or pretty much anything else regarding women’s opinions about men for that matter. As far as I knew, my b~~~~ were still intact (no mangina) and I stood my ground when necessary although I took no pleasure in it.

So, there I was. Fifty two, kids grown and out of the house, and lots of time on my hands. I got my motorcycle license, bought a nice bike, and began the next chapter in my life. Now, you would think that someone that was married a few months shy of 32 years would be pro marriage and looking to jump the broom sooner rather than later. Not me. I have nothing to gain. However, if a thirty something ex playmate millionairess that thinks I shouldn’t work anymore and when I leave the toilet seat up it’s sooooo cute!!!!! wants to get hitched, I may reconsider. As much as it pains me to admit it, my past 9 years of being a widower have been some of the happiest times of my life……the independence, the inner peace, the solitude……it is effin’ great! Do I have women in my life? I do indeed. When they try to plant their flag (meaning, wanting to cohabitate in some fashion) I politely decline. Some stay and some move on. I enjoy relationships, but I have boundaries and rules. And, I realize I’m a commodity…..especially in my age group. Heck… I’m a widower, I own property, and I own some cool stuff that I don’t mind sharing. I’m not ugly, I’m not stupid, I’m fun and funny, and I ain’t broke. However, I feel absolutely no compulsion to enrich a women’s life using my hard earned wages and possessions. I have kicked a few gals to the curb that over estimated their value in the marketplace. It was a dark pleasure because they p~~~ed me off, but I digress.

Sorry to ramble on as I have. I will attribute it to a long work day and good wine. I am very pleased to be a MGTOW and to be associated with like minded gentlemen. I raise my glass to you all! Cheers!

My experience is a bit different from most of you. I married young….I was 21 and she was 17. And pregnant. Our son was born on her 18th birthday and we had a daughter 2 years later. I didn’t want someone else to raise my children so I worked my ass off so my wife could be a stay at home Mom and so she and our kids would want for nothing. I was a model prisoner. Although I felt trapped and quietly hated my life, I trudged on without complaint.
I will not burden you with the details, but my wife got very sick at 28 and her health steadily deteriorated until she passed away at 49. I was her main caregiver for that 21 year period as well as the sole source of income taking over housekeeping duties as she lost her ability to do so. I will tell you I honestly believe that, if the situation were reversed,she would have taken care of me. Like most marrieds, sex was pretty much non existent but a good portion of that was due to her poor health. She could be a bitch on wheels when her medications clashed. But, sometimes she felt compelled to test me to see how much crap I would put up with…..a test of my love for her, I suppose. One of her favorite tactics was that she wished I loved her unconditionally. Every time, without exception, I would explain to her that love is the most conditional thing in the known universe. Any one that wants unconditional love wants to treat you like s~~~ and have you ask for a second helping please. I asked her if she would still love me if I beat her every time I saw her and spent all of the money I earned on drugs and hookers. If you don’t, I told her, then your love for me is not unconditional. My point is that, even though I loved my wife, I didn’t subscribe to her feminine logic of how a man should love a woman…..or pretty much anything else regarding women’s opinions about men for that matter. As far as I knew, my b~~~~ were still intact (no mangina) and I stood my ground when necessary although I took no pleasure in it.
So, there I was. Fifty two, kids grown and out of the house, and lots of time on my hands. I got my motorcycle license, bought a nice bike, and began the next chapter in my life. Now, you would think that someone that was married a few months shy of 32 years would be pro marriage and looking to jump the broom sooner rather than later. Not me. I have nothing to gain. However, if a thirty something ex playmate millionairess that thinks I shouldn’t work anymore and when I leave the toilet seat up it’s sooooo cute!!!!! wants to get hitched, I may reconsider. As much as it pains me to admit it, my past 9 years of being a widower have been some of the happiest times of my life……the independence, the inner peace, the solitude……it is effin’ great! Do I have women in my life? I do indeed. When they try to plant their flag (meaning, wanting to cohabitate in some fashion) I politely decline. Some stay and some move on. I enjoy relationships, but I have boundaries and rules. And, I realize I’m a commodity…..especially in my age group. Heck… I’m a widower, I own property, and I own some cool stuff that I don’t mind sharing. I’m not ugly, I’m not stupid, I’m fun and funny, and I ain’t broke. However, I feel absolutely no compulsion to enrich a women’s life using my hard earned wages and possessions. I have kicked a few gals to the curb that over estimated their value in the marketplace. It was a dark pleasure because they p~~~ed me off, but I digress.
Sorry to ramble on as I have. I will attribute it to a long work day and good wine. I am very pleased to be a MGTOW and to be associated with like minded gentlemen. I raise my glass to you all! Cheers!

Your story rings a bell in every sense but actual marriage and kids.
Like me, do not risk loosing what took you decades to create. Live free as much as you can.
Welcome to MGTOW.