Been lurking for awhile, getting a feel for the site. Few days ago I signed up and figured I’d introduce myself and shed some light on my story. I just turned 30 last week, and have been a self realized MGTOW since about 2012. My transition happened a bit before that…
Joined the military when I was 21, (2006) and just happened to meet a girl right after boot. We screwed around for a month or so, and she got sent off to her first station. A few weeks later I got sent out to finish the last 5 months of a deployment. I finally came back and was excited to see her. We were about 5-6 hours apart so I drove down to see her. (She never once came to see me). She was “living with a friend” who was of course a guy (let’s call him guy A). I didn’t think much of it partly because I was disillusion, and also because that’s what military folks do to save money, get roommates. So I made the drive maybe….6 or 8 times total. I never saw this guy who lived there because she conveniently let me know when I could come down (when he was gone). Side note: I just finished watching Gone Girl and it completely f~~~ed my mind. Anywho, this goes on for a few months. We all went to Vegas; me, her, and guy A. She played us like a fiddle. She stayed with me one night, him the next. Blah blah. Anyway, she calls me a few weeks later and says she’s pregnant. I of course lose my s~~~ and begin to rethink my life. So we’re 6 hours apart for her whole pregnancy. My superior knew what was going on, so I had a leave request in hand for a few weeks. She told me this child could have been mine, guy A’s, or possibly ANOTHER guy’s (guy B). So, the morning of, I get a phone call, “Hey Tex, this is guy B, her HUSBAND. We’re headed to the hospital.” WHAT?!?! I think I drove 80 the entire way and smoked about 3 packs of smokes. Damn near ran over a construction worker. So I get to the hospital, my heart’s racing, I’m in panic mode. Picture this scene:
I walk into the room. Her mom (who looks like a female Ozzy Osbourne tweaked out on meth) is sitting in the corner in a chair. This girl, guy B, and the baby are lying in the hospital bed. The girl and guy B both have wedding rings on. And there I stood…. motionless, heart pumping. We had talked about it beforehand and a DNA tester came by a little later. She swabbed my mouth, I stayed about 10 minutes, and drove home. The next few days of my life were hell. I didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, and drank quite a bit. She had even mentioned at one point that because her and guy B were married, he had “volunteered” to adopt the child “if” if was mine, and I “wouldn’t have to worry about it”. Finally the day came.. and I got a letter at the office. My results were in. I walked outside, sat on a bench, and lit a cigarette. I probably smoked half a pack of before I could even pick the letter up off the bench. I opened the letter and my jaw dropped. The child was guy A’s.
Fast forward a few years. First she had guy A’s kid, while getting married during pregnancy to guy B. Then her and guy B had another kid. He cheated on her, she cheated on him. She moved back home and is now “dating” some 20 year old poor kid and surprise, surprise, she’s pregnant again. I know this because I decided to look on her social media one day, just because I was curious. It feels good to know that many bullets were dodged and I have a clear conscience. I can now focus my life on bettering myself, obtaining massive amounts of wealth, and contributing to society.
If you stayed with me this far, I thank you. Long live MGTOW. Cheers, gentlemen.
-Tex
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