Lucked out on easy divorce

[AssBurgerParticipant 1]

I was married five years.  My wife wanted a divorce three times prior.  I wussed out, panicked, bent over backwards.  We stayed together.   Then we got divorced in December.  No fights, no alimony, no payments, no childiren, no liabilities.  We still live together for now.  We’re poor.  She’s disabled on social security.  We got this divorce because her medicare doesn’t cover her bills, but being economically separate now, she can get more state assistance.  I’ve been wanting the divorce for some time and I’m not ashamed to say I played the medical bill angle with subtlety.

I never had much ambition and worked assorted light industrial jobs over the years.  Plans are underway to sever the economic co-dependency.  The only thing she pays for is the car insurance.  So once I get a part time job to supplement my income, that’ll be over.

I’m window shopping cheap land in my area.  If I can manage it I’d like to buy a cheap plot, put a yurt or shed there and just live simply.  I really don’t need a lot of stuff.  And I’d give up a regular electric hookup for a reliable wood stove, good books and some cats to keep me company.   I’m a man who loves cats and I’m not ashamed of it.

Realistically, at my income level, that may be 5 years off.  But it is something to look forward to and to work for.  And I’m still relatively young, in my mid 30s.  By about 40 I could be living the way I should have been since I was 18.

The funny thing is I married out of guilt.  Having just converted to Christianity, I felt the need for a formal marriage so as not to offend my coreligionists.  I bent over backwards for the woman, the church, and got misery.  I learned.  Still a Christian but more of a Gnostic for lack of a better word.  That makes me an official heretic, I suppose, and that’s okay.  I used to work like a slave for my employers, burning myself out every day.  I fixed that too.  I’m a slightly above-average joe now and funny thing is, my boss treats me better than before when I ran myself ragged.  I’ve learned (and still learning) to look after myself and my own needs and desires and not just be a slave to others.

Happy MGTOW day, to you all.

[AssBurgerParticipant 1]

I don’t understand the html codes in that.  I didn’t insert them.  I think I just hit backspace to move the cursor up when it went too far down.

 

Forget it.  I edited them out.

[CPT ObviousParticipant 2760]

Greetings AB:  Somehow I missed this obvious post.  Welcome to MGTOW!

Hopefully your divorce will stay a clean break without a lot of expense and headache.  That is a rare thing these days.  I liked your comment:

AssBurger wrote:

I’m window shopping cheap land in my area. If I can manage it I’d like to buy a cheap plot, put a yurt or shed there and just live simply. I really don’t need a lot of stuff.

I have thought about the same thing myself.  I got over a month of freedom doing nothing once, and it was very nice.

Looks like you have your head on straight and pointed in the right direction.  Enjoy  your stay here.

"You don't know a woman till you have met her in divorce court."

[…Spectator 1165]

CPT Obviously, the slip in spotting the obvious was not an Obvious Slip CPT Obvious. well, not very obviously anyway.

[Anonymous 42]

Hey Ass Burger, I’m an ordained heretic! you’ll find a false preacher-mans guts spread out on the special opps pages. He was preaching a He/She god, not true Christianity. I despise false teachers that place women at, or over Men.
I think your plans have promise, good luck and be free!

Don’t pay any attention to my spectacular jump over 5,000 cats with a steam roller….

And ignore the cat chipper, it has a good muffler.

[CPT ObviousParticipant 2760]

@ListenUp! Like always, you are obviously correct in your observation.

"You don't know a woman till you have met her in divorce court."

[…Spectator 1165]

Obviously.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Welcome to the forum AB. well done getting out cheap.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[AssBurgerParticipant 1]

It’s been a while since I visited the forum. I’m looking for a little brotherly support is all.

The ex wife moved out almost two months ago. I am keeping the cats. We’re still friendly but obviously moving on. I’ve been working two jobs — for now to survive but when the bills are caught up I can start saving for my new home. I’m enjoying being alone and getting the apartment cleaned out. Working 7 days a week is exhausting but the nice part is I’m working just for me. Every dollar I earn, every dollar spent, every success or mistake, all for me. I like it.

Today the ex came to pick up some of her stuff. We had sex (no pregnancy risk, she’s been spayed). It’s f~~~ing with my head.. She’s a good roll in the sack but all the feelings associated with my past bad habits (regarding women) came to the foreground and now I’m struggling a little to deal with it. There’s nothing to do now but learn and move on. Have any of you slept with your ex wives just for fun? How did it go? (I don’t mean performance-wise) Did you feel weird afterward?

Yesterday I remembered a good friend of mine that died some 6 years ago. We were friends since we were four years old. Good times, bad, you name it we went through it. He was the kind of friend I valued for all our commonalities and our even differences. He was the only man I’ve ever connected with on a deep, emotionally and intellectually intimate level. I remember one of the last conversations we had was he wanted the two of us to go into general contracting together and I shot the idea down. I think I was afraid to leave my job at the time and take a risk. He had the mechanical skills and I had the head for book keeping; we probably would had fun working together in the short time before his death. Anyway I wept for him yesterday. When he died, it was the first time I ever lost someone close to me. Have any of you lost a good friend like that? Does it get any easier?

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