I joined this site on a whim in September, lurked and read some heart wrenching stuff about how much some of you guys have been through, admired many posters who think like I think.
So, here it is,
I’m a 58 year old Englishman, living in a very pretty part of England, so a big hello to my fellow countrymen on this site, It’s Salbs, love your posts mate, I can relate to a lot you’ve posted, anyhow, grew up as a kid in Berkshire, sounds posh, however, it was in Slough, the boil on the arse of Berkshire, father killed himself when I was 6, my mother is a treacherous woman who only ever thought about herself and her need for a man, she should have never had kids.
I have (had) 3 siblings, my elder brother committed suicide at 28, spookily the same age as my father, I was 18 months younger than my brother, getting to 28 was a nervous time for me lol, anyway, the reason for my brothers suicide was that the woman of his child told him he’d never see that child again when she left for her social worker, totally unethical by the social worker to get involved with a client, my brother not a strong mental being couldn’t see passed that news.
So, I grew up as a teenager, nervous, anxious and a pretty feeble little f~~~er, one of my mothers 4 husbands to date, her 2nd, sexually abused my sister (caught him at it) and mentally abused me and my brothers, seriously, I know this guy is in his 70’s now and if I could find out where he resides now I’d make his life f~~~ing hell until he died!
I got engaged at 17, stupid immature stuff that would have never led to anything permanent, the 2nd time was about a year before my brother died, so I was around 26, she f~~~ed off as soon as the grief kicked in from the suicide and took a grand of my money, not a lot in the scheme of things but a massive wake up call for me, in fact it triggered my first dose of the red pill.
It took me a good 2 years to recover from my brothers death, I didn’t seek help and counselling, however, I recovered and recovered well, I had a new purpose and that purpose was all about me, females were secondary, my motto was f~~~ em and leave em!
Over the next 20 odd years I looked after only myself, my treacherous mother married two more time, each time to a total waste of space, my mother is now 82, I’ve moved away from the area and we have little contact, if I’m honest it’s the best move I’ve made.
Over that 20 odd years I built up a nice little property portfolio and rented them out, cleared all the mortgages, now at 58 I’ve just started offloading them and I can tell you this, boy it feels good that I don’t have some treacherous bitch trying to rob me blind.
To finish off my Intro, I need to tell you that although I have been taking that red pill for over 25 years, I did have an incredible escape last year and I wanted to share it as a warning because no matter how wise you are to these f~~~ing bitches they are the most incredible actresses, I met a girl, blonde, 11 years my junior, walked into my life, told me she loved me within 6 weeks, asked me to move in within 8, like a c~~~ I did, Christ knows why, I must have taken leave of my senses, I’d just had to put down my loyal friend of 10 years, it’s the only thing I can think of that lead me down this path.
Anyhow, I moved in, rented my own house out, I can assure you I was still feeling it wasn’t right, I just wished I had found this site a year earlier, after I’d rented my own house out and I was sort of tied (trapped) she reverted to type, wanted to go out and lead the single life, once I was paying half of everything, put her poisonous hive friends before me, was addicted to her phone, would wake up in the night to answer emails and text, f~~~ me I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life, her daughter and her boyfriend also lived in the house, it also became apparent that there was so pretty inappropriate behaviour going on between her and the daughters boyfriend, it took 10 months to get my own house back in October 2017, finding this site in September was a life saver.
Although I’m a strong willed and mentally strong individual, finding this site made me realise that I had had the luckiest escape of all time, she had wanted to marry, buy a house and change our wills, after that initial two months I had made my mind up I was going, everything that happened after that made me feel physically sick, she had a plan alright, the day the Will adviser came round and said that all my properties should be joint owned for tax purposes, the look on her face was like she’d won the f~~~ing lottery, however by this stage I was doing research lol, there was no f~~~ing chance that was happening.
Anyway, I’m back in my own property now, I’ve drawn a line under my stupid blue pill relapse and am so red pill again they don’t even exist, fortunately I have a very active social life and don’t dwell on s~~~.
Well that’s my intro, I hope it doesn’t come across as waffle, feels good to be a part of this group and I offer a hand of friendship to you all.
God created man...........then he fucked up! Female empowerment only lasts until you reach the cash till.
Call Me Winter 1 year, 12 months ago.
