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Complete bewilderment, shock, even awe is what I felt when I sat there listening to her utter that sentence. Built up from words that had an effective scrabble value of nothing uttered in her usual ‘oh woe is mine’ fashion that I suppose was meant to somehow keep me from just beating her to death with the TV remote loosely hanging from my hand.
14 years of relationship, an empire of albeit modest proportions that I had grafted through my own sweat, tears and endless hours of working tirelessly 60+ hours a week evaporated before my very eyes.
I always knew it could end but I never figured it would end with her saying that she always throughout the entire length of our relationship had loved and wanted someone else. I had been reduced to a doormat, a function of sheer utility that could be used for material gain, as an emotional tampon and nothing more than a placeholder for some other guy. No… not just some other guy, a hapless, jobless, unmotivated asshole with nothing going for him except a bit of family money sloshing around slowly being wasted away to fuel that dickhead’s existence.
I couldn’t believe my ears… “I want to see if something is there”… whatever else she said was lost in that crumbling cracking implosion of a life one only feels but never hears. It’s amazing that I was too stupid, too deluded, too whatever to even see it coming.
It was going so well, planning on buying a house, even figuring that this one might be worth marrying and then like a cold fish to the face a whole bunch of crap that came from who knows where started streaming out of her mouth.
For a brief moment it flashed before me that she had spent a good 11 of those 14 years doing absolutely nothing, 2 of which I supported here with oodles of money in an LTR while she was taking care of her dying mother in her home country. I thought it was admirable, but in the end it was more likely she was just reconnecting with the love of her life while I financed their little get together.
“He’s hypnotized me!” She had been talking for what must’ve been 30 minutes. I literally had heard nothing up until that… she was crying, pawing at me like I was just supposed to understand and hold her and support her.
And as I contemplated all that was in the process of crumbling the entire s~~~ty tundra of what was left of the mental image I had built just froze over in a cold black sheet of ice.
“Call your dad, I want you out by next week”. I dropped the remote on the floor, noted it was the first time the damn thing didn’t fall apart into 4 separate pieces like it normally did when it fell, walked over to the landline and flung the wireless set onto the couch. With a pivot I was gone, stomping up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind me and barred myself in the office too upset to do anything but stare at the wall.
The next few days I don’t really remember. Maybe I repressed them… more likely I just started pouring myself even more into my work to distract myself. She had made the call, her dad had made the arrangements. We didn’t talk much… I slept on the couch. I remember her whining about all the stuff she would have to leave behind if she only could take two bags back home. Was I supposed to care about that? really?
I told her I would send her some stuff to shut her up, to my (dis-)credit I actually ended up doing just that.The drive to the airport was the first drive I ever had with her where she was quiet not even complaining about the music like she would normally do. There was traffic, causing a bit of a delay but we arrived just in time to check her in with her finding time to lament the fact that her bags could’ve been a bit heavier.
She wanted a ‘last kiss’, I declined and sent her through security, leaving me with nothing but a house filled with useless crap and the ashes of her dead mother she left behind.That was 2.5 years ago almost exactly. I spent the next year and a half doing nothing but work, eat, sleep, repeat; going through the pieces of a broken empire trying to figure out what was still useful and what wasn’t. Then when I started to see some light at the end of the tunnel my dog died… drowned… with his last gasp of breath coming from his body in the middle of a goddamn muddy, stinking canal while being clutched in my arms. A story for another time…
And I suppose that is why I am here. I am all those things that ‘polite company’ won’t permit me to be. I am angry. I am bitter. I hate myself for not being able to do what comes so easily in my work ‘fixing it’, I am angry that I couldn’t see women for what they actually are, p~~~ed off beyond belief that they deny vehemently who they are in spite of the evidence.
So I went to look for a place where I can at least say what needs to be said and hear what needs to be heard rather than ‘not all women are like that’ or ‘it was just a dog’ or any of those other ‘soft-touch’ tired old cliche’s that people fling at you because they can’t face the realities of their own life.
In a way this intro was more of an outro to a previous life but as it turns out: all good things start in the middle.
"Listen to all, Follow none"Your Story made me feel both grateful and sad at the same time. The woman that lives with me when I was going through my divorce left behind a husband with whom I have been incontact. For all of those men out there who have had the men from the future contact them it will be ok. I would just like to raise a glass to my friend Gordon. You are a very great man
I can see their heads have been twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth. Bob d
That is a tremendous story by the way welcome
I can see their heads have been twisted and fed with worthless foam from the mouth. Bob d
Anger isn’t constructive and its time to rebuild. Look at the bright side:
a) She does’t get your house
b) no alimony
c) no child supportBelieve it or not you dodged the bullet. Granted she did parasitically suck out your soul for a number of years but that is what they do—its all they do.
Welcome home brother
Oh man can I relate. The truth is it’s going to hurt for a long time but you have to keep your head up and focus on what’s really important: yourself. Man I was left with the “I love you but I don’t love you” bulls~~~ after 6 years. I lost so much money. Bad investment. This is actually my first post here but I could relate big time to what you posted.
I want to shove Ms. Piggy in a woodchipper. No quote. That's all.
Welcome. Sorry about your dog. Women can really, really suck. And not in the good way.
To all you single guys reading this. Read that story again, and then imagine that he did buy that house and married her, and had to give her half his money and pay her into the future while she “sees if something is there”. Because it’s a 50/50 chance that this will be your post marriage story.
Heed Old Sage’s advice, never get married.
Order the good wine
Wow, you dropped her off at an airport and sent her back to her father?
You get an A for exit strategy.
Many of us could only wish to have been able to be rid of our exes that way.
Sorry for your dog.
Welcome brotherPeace brothers
Welcome sir,
Many men on this site and many more who have never even heard of MGTOW share a similar story to yours.
Time heals all wounds
Don’t worry brother, she’ll almost certainly end up like this.
Just make sure you don’t fall for the tears when she comes back.
"Data, I would be delighted to offer any advice I can on understanding women. When I have some, I'll let you know." --Captain Picard,
Oh and Welcome – I just noticed this was an intro. From the way you wrote I just assumed you were a long time MGHOW.
You’ll fit right in here, and we’re glad to have you among us.
–Biggvs
"Data, I would be delighted to offer any advice I can on understanding women. When I have some, I'll let you know." --Captain Picard,
Welcome brother,
I can fully relate to your story , I got the I love you but I’m not in love with you also after 22 years of sweat and shift-work and being away from home to do so, and her getting “emotional support” from a douchebag 16 years her junior.
You are not alone ,we are all heading on the paths to better futures for ourselves.
Sorry about your dog , they are pack animals and the best companion a man could have .
The bitterness fades, the anger stills ,there will always be the corners with the toxic sludge that cannot be fully cleaned out .
You got out easy , others here not so ,myself included.
Keep moving forwardFed, Fucked, Appreciated. The three simple things men want, but women will never grasp.
Welcome Trivium, great intro. Bitter pill to swallow but could have turned out much worse with her owning your ass for another 18 years –
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.Don’t worry brother, she’ll almost certainly end up like this.
Great link Biggvs, exposing female hypergamy –
“I was in my first junior role at a women’s magazine and Matthew worked fitting tyres and exhausts
Struggling should have brought us closer together, and at first it did. But as time went on, and my magazine career – and salary – advanced, I started to resent Matthew as he drifted from one dead-end job to another.
I still loved him, but I began to feel embarrassed by his blue-collar jobs, annoyed that, despite his intelligence, he didn’t have a career.”
Hope she enjoys her cats!
.#ManOut
Anonymous0Welcome home, Trivium,
Rant all you want. There’s about 18,000 brothers here that will listen.Thanks all for the exceedingly positive welcome, it’s really encouraging to know that I am not just all alone in a dinghy in the middle of the ocean but on a warship with a whole bunch of other men and a no ma’am logo on the hull.
Anger isn’t constructive and its time to rebuild. Look at the bright side:
a) She does’t get your house
b) no alimony
c) no child supportBelieve it or not you dodged the bullet. Granted she did parasitically suck out your soul for a number of years but that is what they do—its all they do.
Wow, you dropped her off at an airport and sent her back to her father?
You get an A for exit strategy.
Many of us could only wish to have been able to be rid of our exes that way.
Those are two really interesting perspectives, I appreciate that input. Gives me a new approach to what seemed like a solid post apocalyptic year of misery.
I feel right at home already.
"Listen to all, Follow none"Welcome home brother. I too was angry after confirming women’s true nature after finding this site. The anger will pass with time. Live for yourself and do what makes you happy. I’m also sorry to hear about your dog, that’s an awful way to lose a dog.
Man, that was brutal. Welcome here.
The choices we make, not the chances we take, determine our destiny
Brutal post, I just had a redpill rage aftershock .
Never lose sight of what brought you here.
God there are some bitches out there….welcome home brother.
If you fall down 7 times, get up 8
You financed her to spend time with her dying mother and then she leaves her moms ashes at your house after the exit? WTF? Did I read that right?
Also, I read some of the karen Cross article and then the comments. The female commentors are praising Karen for doing the right thing. The male commentors are saying the husband is better off without the leech.
Misogynist - A man who hates women as much as women hate one another.
Thank you for your story Trivium. Welcome to MGTOW and the Forums.
I always knew it could end but I never figured it would end with her saying that she always throughout the entire length of our relationship had loved and wanted someone else. I had been reduced to a doormat, a function of sheer utility that could be used for material gain, as an emotional tampon and nothing more than a placeholder for some other guy
A “dickstand”…. is some/any guy who stands in and pays all the bills (typically for a single mother) while she continues cruising for dick. A man who props up a single mom while she’s waiting for another to ride her hard – just as a motorcycle needs a kickstand to stand upright.
A brutal realization.
A cousin of mine experienced a scenario nearly identical to yours.
If he read it, he would think he wrote it himself.If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.- AuthorPosts
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