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!
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