I am 47 years old now, quickly approaching the big 5-0, and well, Im single, two years now.

I got married at 20, and no, she wasn’t pregnant.

I grew up in an abusive household, dad was a Vietnam Vet with a lot of issues, very violent, very hateful, abusive to my mother. I shoved him down in the floor when I was 17 and told him I’d kill him if he ever touched her again. I moved out the next day.

I had a few years of awkward dating, the occasional piece of ass, but mostly just awkward.

When I met my ex-wife, she was awesome, pretty blonde, fun to hang out with, had some direction in life. So, I married her, back then no one batted an eye at marriage that young, our parents had done the same thing.

Things were great, we both had careers, an active social life together. A few years later she got pregnant and we had our son. He is about to graduate college and is an awesome guy, Id never trade him for the world.

But…..she…..became the laziest bitch ever after our son was born. Refused to do housework, refused to dress up, refused to wear make up, refused to have sex, unless I worked for it, you know? Do this, do that, go here, go there. She got fat and honestly, I wasnt attracted anymore, so I stepped out, first with an old girlfriend, then countless others.

Yes, I know, I’m an asshole. I could have divorced her, but I did the numbers, I couldn’t afford to have my own life and pay child support and/or alimony. So I stayed, 14 miserable years, doing what I could to keep my sanity. If that meant a groupie piece of ass, so be it.

About eight years ago, I started having panic attacks, but I was sure I was dying of a heart attack, like my dad did at 55. I went to the ER repeatedly because of it, countless tests, countless doctors, countless money. Until one evening during an attack on my front porch rocking chair with her screeching about something in my ear, I said, “You know what, I dont f~~~ing love you, I dont f~~~ing like you, I want a divorce!”

It was like a great weight lifted off my shoulders!

Packing my s~~~ while she cried in the kitchen gave me a feeling of freedom like nothing else!!

So I move in with a buddy of mine, took a year off, got my s~~~ together, bought my own place. Then I started dating again, even though I still had a few flings with women I had cheated with.

I ran into an old friend and had lunch with her, she was great in the beginning, we had a blast, concerts, dining out, trips to the Florida Keys (she made a lot more money than I did). I sold my place and moved in with her after two years. Life was good.

We went in together and bought some acreage to build a house. I invested 40k and she did too. Three years in I proposed in a Limo on the way to her birthday party because she wanted to be married before her 40th birthday. life was good.

Then one night when she was working late, I decided to surprise her by bringing dinner to her office. Only to find her boss f~~~ing her from behind at her desk. I went nuts, beat his ass, went to jail……

Thankfully, I had a great lawyer who got me out of that s~~~, but it cost me 10 grand.

I never got my 40k back out of the land deal as part of me staying out of jail for beating douchebag’s ass….. plus she kept the 5,000 dollar engagement ring.

I lost my career over the arrest and I moved back in with my buddy, God he was a saint.

So, I was single again for a year and then got into online dating. I met someone fairly quickly, an Asian girl who was in my same line of work, we even wound up working at the same company in atlanta for a couple of years, rode to work together, it was pretty awesome. For those of you that have never dated an Asian woman, they aim to please, the sex was astounding…any and everything. I was so content with her. I had gotten another house and after a year I let her move in. We played golf with the neighbors, hosted BBQ’s, hung out with my old band. Times were good.

Until 6 months later, we were in my studio working one evening and I approached her desk, she made the error of turning her cell phone face down….

I walked into the hallway and down to the kitchen area for a drink before it hit me…..”Why did she do that?”

I downed a shot of Crown while I thought it over and went back into the studio maybe ten minutes later. She quickly sat her phone down, face down and tried to kiss me. I asked her who she was texting, she said a “friend” I asked “Who?” she said a girl she graduated college with. I said, “Well, you wont mind me reading the text…” as I tried to pick up her phone. she grabbed the thing and put it behind her back.

She got very hostile, started yelling at me, calling me an asshole, saying that I dont trust her….

And I said, “You are right, I don’t trust you” I sat down at my laptop and accessed the phone records, because of course, I paid for the phone, like I paid for everything else.

I printed out all her calls and started calling the numbers right in front of her. She just looked at the floor, while I had conversations with FOUR f~~~ing guys she had given her number to at work. Now, I couldn’t get the texts and I don’t know what they were talking about, but it doesn’t matter, does it? All the guys said she offered her number and that they didn’t know she was living with a boyfriend. Its a shame that I believe them over her.

So at Midnight on May 23rd, 2013, I told her to get her s~~~ and get out of my house. Demanded that she go, threw her s~~~ into the front yard as my neighbors helped her load her car.

So, the last two years, Ive done nothing but bed women, from online sites, from work, from wherever… Ive not paid for one f~~~ing drink or one f~~~ing dinner, and I never plan to again.

Yes, Im an asshole, but I’m an asshole without the guilt trip that women lay on us in their search for Prince F~~~ing Charming. They are always looking for the BBD (Bigger Better Deal) Fine, Ill f~~~ them until they all find what they seek. No more Mr nice guy, no more sitting at the computer wondering why chick A or chick B wont respond.

I plan to never marry, and never give a woman that much control over me again. Ill pay my own way, make my own rules………

Being called an asshole is who I am, because, in the eyes of feminists, manginas and white knights, an asshole is someone who doesn’t agree with them, and (GASP) actually speaks his mind regardless of the cry for justice and fair treatment that ensues.