Last week my final divorce papers came through which included a clean-break financial agreement meaning the ex-wife has had all the money he is ever going to get from me, with the exception of child maintenance. Not a pleasant process to get to this point but it is done.
After consuming far too much Glenmorangie in celebration I treated myself, as suggested by a brother on this forum. I bought myself a new large Ultra HD TV for soccer watching purposes, and needing a new laptop I bought a top of the range MacBook Pro, because, what the hell, why not?
The ex-wife was dropping of my daughter for the weekend and the conversation went something like this:
You’ve got yourself some new stuff
Nice isn’t it?
How can you afford that?
Since I don’t have to support you or any other woman I’m saving loads
Haven’t you got a girlfriend yet?
F~~~ no. Too bloody expensive. Not interested anyway.
Can I have your old TV?
No. That’s going in my bedroom.
After a textbook speech on why I couldn’t get a woman anyway, which got no response from me, and clearly not happy about not getting my old TV and jealous of my new stuff, she stomped around a bit and went to help our daughter unpack.
She was incompetently trying to fix something belonging to my daughter and I told her she was doing it wrong and showed her how to do it. In blue-pill days this would have been the start of WWIII, and indeed she went ballistic. I ignored her and fixed the item while chatting to my daughter about school. I believe the colour of the ex-wife’s face was somewhere between crimson and imperial purple. She stomped around a bit more after realising she wasn’t going to get any attention.
A little later I asked where my daughter’s dog was:
Where’s (dog name)?
He’s at my house. Chad McSuperschlong is looking after him.
(Clearly wanting me to ask who Chad was, I’d never heard of him)
Who’s Chad McSuperschlong?
He’s someone I’m seeing.
That’s nice.
(and then walked away to make a cup of tea)
Still transparently wanting me to ask more about Chad, who am I not sure even exists, she tried to engage me in more conversation about dating etc. I talked about wanting to learn to ride a motorcycle and maybe getting a Harley one day. After failing to get any emotional or other response from me she eventually left, in a right strop. She hasn’t spoken to me since other than to arrange stuff for our daughter (two text messages).
All of this may seem innocuous and somewhat trivial but to me it has re-confirmed many issues about women, the benefits of MGTOW and operating a NFG philosophy.
Being MGTOW I can afford to buy whatever I want.
She expected to be given free stuff even though I have no legal obligation to give her anything but child maintenance now.
She hated that I consider women to be unnecessary and expensive.
She used the “you couldn’t get a woman anyway” argument as a justification for my lack of interest.
NFG is a very effective shield against female emotional outbursts and vastly reduces stress when dealing with them.
She tried to get revenge for being corrected by bringing up Chad McSuperschlong, who may or may not be fictional. (NFG)
Arguments cannot happen or at least cannot have any impact, if one party doesn’t give a f~~~.
MGTOW + NFG = Happy bloke with no drama
TL;DR :
MGTOW works. Women hate it.
NFG works. Women hate that too.
Harleys are cool and I want one.
"...reinvent your life because you must; it is your life and its history and the present belong only to you.” It is Your Life, Charles Bukowski.
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