My Story. Same as the rest, only worse

[Ain’t No RomeoParticipant 119]

I discovered MGTOW after going online in an attempt to find the words to explain to my girlfriend why I won’t consider marriage or having children.

She’s a phenomenal girlfriend, and even managed to lower my guard sufficiently enough to convince me to spend a year to save an extra $5,000 to buy her an engagement ring. She decided on a ring, but I didn’t buy it. After visiting the store, she kept beaming about her ring, the ring, ring, ring, ring. I mentioned, “It’s not just a ring“. Her juvenile response, following my statement as to the importance of the ring, initiated the decline of our relationship.

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Going back in time, I should have known better. I represent the last of the Generation-X’ers. I’m months away from turning 40.

I graduated high school, got married to my HS girlfriend, bought a house, and was divorced and homeless in a matter of months. The divorce itself cost me $5,000 in attorney’s fees, cost me the home, and lasted twice as long as the marriage. I was the recipient of 3 consecutive orders of protection, all of which were fabricated from lies.

I rebounded fast. As a young man, I took an internship at a Fortune 100 aerospace company, which paid for my engineering degree. By this time I had another girlfriend. In fact I was served with one of the previous wife’s restraining orders while at her/her-parents house. At any rate, I finished school, was hired full-time, and was *rich*… (for a 23 year old). The biggest problem I had with the girlfriend was deciding whether to buy us matching Yamaha Banshee ATVs, or jet-skis. This is when the girlfriend asked me to go to the hospital with her. Surprisingly, we *both* found out that day she was 5 months pregnant. I cussed and screamed for 3 days straight before explaining to her that we needed to get married and buy a family home, *tee-hee*.

Over the next 6 years, I earned money, we built a home, had a pool installed, bought new cars, had another child, and she got a boob-job, liposuction, and a tummy-tuck. Mere weeks after the bandages came off the boobs, she divorced me, and dragged my crying 6 year old son and 2.5 year old daughter away from me. She ran off with a flashy club guy, the sort with a felony DUI hat-trick, professional-trainer, that is always training for a UFC debut that never comes. I objected to the divorce, but there was no stopping it. When I realized divorce was inevitable, I pushed it as fast as I could, in order to sever as many ties as possible before her plans crashed down on her. I didn’t want to be at her mercy when her ego popped. We were divorced in less than 90 days. This was in 2006.

I lost the second home I bought.

So there, I was, free for the most part to re-invent myself. I like speed and adrenaline, and was sick of rotting away in a cubicle, so I became a cop. Things were good, we shared custody 50/50 for years. Generally, she wanted to go out and be wild all weekend anyway, so having the kids 3-4 days a week wasn’t a problem.

In 2009, she married the psuedo-UFC guy. His license was going to be reinstated soon, and she needed to lock him down, before he could prowl. She got pregnant too (of course), and wanted to play house again. Except, there was the dangling thread from the last marriage she had… me.

She began brainwashing the children against me. She would literally implant memories, one of which was about me burning them with pool acid, etc. These were events that couldn’t have even happened. Our fancy pool regulated it’s own acid. She made fake police reports about me stalking them, and abusing them, etc. She made one report, while I was on a call, 40 miles away. But the police wouldn’t touch her for lying, afraid it would show favoritism because I was one of them. We fought a 3 year custody battle. I spent about $60,000, and she spent considerably more. She was resourceful. She bred puppies and sold them online, sold RX drugs online, faked leukemia for donations, etc. Unlike her, I couldn’t perjur myself in court. Firstly, I’m too proud, and secondly I’d lose my career. Finally, after 3 years of battle, I’d sold or mortgaged everything I owned fighting bogus abuse accusations. You’d think a court would say, “Hey, this guy is 35, he’s never been arrested, and nobody has ever shown proof he’s abusive. Abuse was never claimed during the marriage, or for years after. Guys don’t just wake up one day with a 12 year old son and turn into abusers“. LOL, not. Logic doesn’t apply. This is about money. The court would send me to a $7,500 expert to evaluate me, and then invalidate his opinion that I was normal before I finished paying him off. Then they’d assign another expert to evaluate me, and have me pay him too. By about the 4th time defending an order of protection, I was broke. My attorney wouldn’t take any more credit, so I had to defend myself.

How hard can it be?

Well, she’d had total access 24/7 to my son for the 3 weeks preceding the hearing, and advised the court that my 11 year old would be testifying against me regarding physical abuse. I objected, saying it’s grossly inappropriate to have a minor testify against a parent, and that with 3 weeks of non-stop grooming he’d testify the Easter Bunny hit him. The judge agreed with me, and then explained that my ex-wife could testify for my son, in his place. So it was her word, plus her word of what my son would say, versus my word. Not one item of evidence.

I lost.

I had to turn in my gun. My PD then scrounged up every little complaint I’d ever been verbally reprimanded for, and rolled them into one big internal affairs case and disciplined me… setting the stage to fire me if I couldn’t get my gun back to go to work.

So it came down to this. I asked the ex-wife what she wanted in exchange for dropping the restraining order. She wanted the kids, completely, and demanded I terminate parental rights.

I took a long objective look at my situation. How much more should I invest in a losing battle? The restraining order was no different than the Hiroshima bomb. I was out of money. With no job, it was only a matter of time until starvation. So I did it. I signed over my children, swore my decision was of my free will, without coersion, and then she immediately dropped the restraining order. The courts literally streamlined the process, and processed the lies in order to take my children away in a single day.

My daughter was 7, and my son was 11, the last time I saw them, Sept 21, 2011.

*SNAP* I was done being a father. *SNAP*

The ex-wife has since renamed the kids and moved somewhere in rural Kansas, where she’s a 10 in a bar that sells $1 canned Budweiser on Tuesday nights.

I did manage to return to work, though the bulls~~~ discipline will always be on my record. However, my life was empty. I had nothing to do, and was miserable. Now most people could try counseling, anti-depressants, etc… but not a cop. No, there can’t be any record of mental instability. Never! The only apparent options left for a cop in this situation are alcohol and evaluating the feel of various muzzles between your teeth… pistol vs shotgun, shotgun vs rifle. That was the nightly ritual for a while. I’m still here. I didn’t wuss out. Somewhere in that hell, I had a moment of clarity and realized that once I end my life, it’ll validate all the BS the ex-wife lied about. She’d be able to point and say, “See, told ya he was unstable.” F~~~ that, and f~~~ you, bitch. I won’t make it that easy.

I found a solution, a good one. Through work, I discovered that adrenaline makes me focus on the moment instead of the pain. Danger distracted my brain. So I embraced danger. Bring it. I learned to snowboard and bought another dirtbike to race. This was my solution, to keep my brain pre-occupied with adrenaline until it could process the pain. I also worked, often 80 hours a week, to save up for another home. At the end of 2012 I bought my first ME ONLY home.

I dug my way out of a hell and a misery that few can relate with. I learned how the family court system works, and why it’s biased in order to generate revenue.

I also began to date again. A tall, in-shape guy with a house, a pension, and a charming dog is apparently quite the commodity in a pool of women with high debt and no financial assets (don’t women all have college degrees and earn more now? Hmm, irresponsibility much?). These women, they suggest going back to your house after the first date (to appraise it), and then they suggest you go back door on the second date, because you should have a difficult time saying you don’t want to update your facebook relationship status after back door happens. *It’s a trap*

Like I said, I’m very intelligent, but historically naive to the social game. I can’t say I never fell for the back door relationship status trap.

At any rate, I met a lot of women. I live in a big city, 3,000,000 people. On a few occasions, I hooked up with women who after the fact, revealed they knew friends or co-workers intimately (eskimo twins, eww). Women are in a frenzy for a man with the assets they crave. They’re like looters. Most have a string of children and are doing the same thing to their ex-husband that my ex-wife did to me. I won’t validate that behavior. I’ll use them, but won’t commit. I also met some married ladies. Some literally say they tell their husbands they’re going out to cheat, and tough s~~~, “What are you going to do about it, hubby? You wanna divorce? I didn’t think so.“. I run from those. They can get me fired.

Last year, I met a gal. She’s sweet, thoughtful, doting, etc. She has the exact same manipulative ‘bag of tricks’ as every woman I’ve ever met, but she hasn’t alienated any & all virtue like the other women. She acts like a lady. She doesn’t keep a harem of single guys on her social media for attention. She cleans, appreciates the things I do for her, etc.

She’s recently been pushing hard for marriage. Admittedly, her sweetness was compelling enough for me to move her into my home, and a few weeks ago I looked at rings with her. After reminding her that a huge responsibility comes with the ring, she turned sour and gave me the cold shoulder. After what I’ve been through, her cold shoulder is about as terrifying as a mosquito. Nevertheless, the enjoyment has been sucked from the relationship.

Yesterday, I had the top and doors off the Jeep. We took a ride to the lake, where she gave the, “Marry me or let me go“, ultimatum. I didn’t want to risk a roadside conflict, so I said nothing and we drove home. Today, she asked again, and I explained that I won’t have children or enter into marriage under the control of a family court. Never again. I asked her to how she’d feel about having children if it meant that they were the property of another, and not your own. I explained that I’ve lost two homes and two children to divorce, and I’m not going there again.

She cried and went for a drive. While typing this, she messaged me saying she’ll stay without marriage, which is gyno-speak for “I’d like to mooch off you until I find a replacement that’s stupid enough to marry me“.

At this stage of my life, I have a home with good equity, no unsecured debt, paid-for vehicles & toys, and I’m halfway to drawing a nice pension. It’s just too much to gamble on a marriage. That’s not even considering my sanity. Divorce is too painful. I won’t survive being stripped of everything again.

She said she’d sign a prenup, but I’ve realized the purpose of a prenup is for attorneys to make money agreeing on it, and then make more money arguing it later. She can blame me for refusing to marry, sure, but honestly, it’s the fault of feminism and the courts rigging the system against men so badly that I refuse to buy in. So f~~~ marriage. I can’t close my eyes to reality.

I googled some ideas, and found this website. Suddenly, the conclusions I came to, after so much pain, are validated by others. I’m not alone.

[Anonymous 42]

My Story. Same as the rest, only worse

Your title is f~~~ing hilarious!

[XSDBSParticipant 3598]

Ain’t No Romeo wrote:

she gave the “Marry me or let me go” ultimatum

That is your cue to end the relationship, and move her out of your house NOW.

DO NOT MARRY HER OR ANY OTHER WOMAN!!!

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

[JimBoLeaParticipant 1891]

IT’S THOSE HARD LESSONS THAT TEND TO F~~~ US UP IN THE END , SORRY YOU HAD TO TRAMPLE THRU SO MUCH S~~~ TO GET HERE UGH JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I HEARD THE WORST STORY , THEN SOMEONE LIKE YOU CAN BEAT IT WITH CHERRY’S ON TOP. WELCOME TO THE FOLD , BEATEN, BATTERED , BUT MUCH WISER . AND HAPPIER, YOUR LIFE BEGINS NOW.

LILITH IS THE HEAD SUCCUBUS AND SHE LIVES ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

[Anonymous 0]

Welcome home, MarkMac
Pull up a chair and relax.
You are among those that get it.

[PistolPeteParticipant 27143]

Your trail of tears is over—it ends today!

[Sparticus66Participant 508]

Thank you for such a great introduction. It’s great that you did not give into despair. Your life is wortg very much and even your post on here will help many.
You have earned your home three times over. This time it is yours. It’s your castle and its now your life, free of the blackmail that women have played in your life.

[experiencedParticipant]

Nice guys get slaughtered.
To all you laydee lurkers, reread Mark Mac’s post here and then go f~~~ yourself, and when you’re all done, f~~~ yourself again.

"It seems like there's times a body gets struck down so low, there ain't a power on earth that can ever bring him up again. Seems like something inside dies so he don't even want to get up again. But he does."

[Anonymous 42]

Digested:::

Ain’t No Romeo wrote:

Unlike her, I couldn’t perjur myself in court. Firstly, I’m too proud, and secondly I’d lose my career.

I salute you, a man of honor and integrity. PRICELESS ASSETS!

Ain’t No Romeo wrote:

*SNAP* I was done being a father. *SNAP*

You weren’t “done” being anything, you were “terminated” by a corrupted and decaying legal system, where the real scumbags like to hide!

Ain’t No Romeo wrote:

She’d be able to point and say, “See, told ya he was unstable.” F~~~ that, and f~~~ you, bitch. I won’t make it that easy.

Gun oil, know the taste myself, the hammer was c~~~ed and the trigger being pulled slowly waiting for the hammer to drop. I shouldn’t be here, that’s how close I came to hammertime!

Ain’t No Romeo wrote:

I learned to snowboard and bought another dirtbike to race. This was my solution, to keep my brain pre-occupied with adrenaline until it could process the pain. I also worked, often 80 hours a week, to save up for another home. At the end of 2012 I bought my first ME ONLY home.

Bro, I took up skiing like a Forest Gump run! I go vertical in both directions now! Up the Supperpipe wall into an alioop and nail the icy landing with blind feel and a split second of vision. Down vertical is awesome dropping over cliffs in the Wasatch bottomless powder making bombholes and getting stuck! FKN AWESOME!
Welcome to MGTOW Brother, men of all walks of life that are fed up and had enough!
Welcome home! The home you KEEP!

[Ain’t No RomeoParticipant 119]

Thanks for the support.

I got snipped after the 2nd divorce, in 2006. I learned a lesson there, and didn’t want another *oopsie, marry me* to occur. It frustrates women because I hold the reproductive power. Ultimately, I didn’t figure on losing the 2 kids I had. I do consider that they’re both teenagers now, and probably miserable to their step-dad, LOL.

You know what the s~~~ of it is, the proof, that women only regard men as tools? This current girl knows what I’ve been through. One of her old co-workers, a woman, knew my ex-wife and told her about what she did.

This girlfriend has no concern, no patience. She just wants to hitch me up to her cart like a rented mule, dangling the *love* carrot in her direction.

I wouldn’t push that s~~~ on someone I loved.

That little slip-up of hers was the decision reinforcement I needed. Had she kept her cool for another couple days, I’d be engaged now, instead of looking at motorcycles and used bass boats.

[Mr. SpockParticipant 10911]

I am happy that you regrouped your thoughts and that you are still here. It sucks that a what a lot of guys have to go through to get here.
Welcome sir.

Feminism isn't about equality with men, it's about leverage over men.

[RoyDalParticipant]

Welcome!

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[GnosticParticipant 2491]

Because so much s~~~ women and the government created, many man has gone MGTOW without knowing the word MGTOW.

Congratulations on being awake and get order in your life. However beware of false rape / DV accusation to blackmail you when getting her out.

There is no magic in MGTOW, just recognition of the truth and logical decision how to avoid dangers. The red pill is but the truth, it is no magical potion. Do not think in this modern world men have no longer have natural enemies, men are prey to women and government.

[Anonymous 43]

lol im in Kansas…

lol a Kansas 10 is a 6 anywhere else.

Welcome. I have also been through the wringer and left mangled on the side of the road.

Words of advice…stay the f~~~ away from women and work on improving yourself. Your children are lost to you. let go of them so you can heal. I am in year 7 of rebuilding my life.

When I say improve yourself, I mean the amount of cash in yer pocket. We talk about the wall here…the wall is age 30 or so for women as they lose value, sexual value. Men after 30 become more valuable, personal wealth. Women don’t care what you look like, its the pile of cash that makes u relevant to women.

here’s the best part, pal. While you may be put through the wringer a bunch of times, your ability to make money had not been diminished. You can rebuild. Chicks, they get more wrinkles more fat and can only get older and fatter. Who wants an old fat chick when there are younger ones around? YOu with your stack of cash can get hotter women. She can only get whatever dudes will put up with her s~~~. You were wise to get out when you did. She keeps the kids, the baggage, the drama the wrinkles and the fat, you earn the cash and live a happy free life.

Go through the grief, be happy that you are alive to feel pain. There are many good men here who have been wrecked. There are many men here who put the brakes on before committing to a life of servitude and pain. good on them.

Rant, rave, be silly, get it all out of your system here. I used to beat the s~~~ out of a racquetball for three hours a night thinking I was defective, that I f~~~ed up so badly that my wife and kids told me to f~~~ off. It aint you. Its the ex. Something inside women makes them lose their s~~~. I thought I was alone going thru this s~~~ but I found this site and found everyone had a similar story. Something inside women is broken and the legal system is rigged in their favor. I broke 6 racquets, sweated off 40 pounds but still no answers. Not until I came here.

Hang in there pal. work on being the best you that you can be. I moved 1000 miles away to find peace. I changed email, phone number address and all means of contact. I traded in a car that had tracking devices in it and have no contact with ex, kids or her family. The drama and noise in my life went away, now I am working on me.

Chances are, you will never see your kids again. Get used to that. I would be suspicious if all of a sudden the kids took an interest in you. Smells like ex is pushing them toward you so the ex can f~~~ with you some more. Watch for that.

Eliminate any friendship you and she had that you continue. Do not look for her in the internet. Stay the f~~~ away from that temptation. Focus on rebuilding you.

Good job moving yer latest woman along. That was a close one amigo. Do not put yer self in that spot again…an ultimatum in a remote location…if you said no, you would have to leave her there because you sure as s~~~ couldn’t drive her home. That has to be the biggest trap ever!!! F~~~ that.
her thoughts…theres no way he would leave me in boofoo after I lay this s~~~ on him. if he says yes, i’ll give him a handie all the way home. if he says no he’ll have to leave me there, and hes too nice to leave me out in the woods/at the lake/in the desert so he will say yes either way.

You answer totally f~~~ed her up dude.

make sure you purge her things from your home. everything from the sexy nightie you cant get enough of seeing her in to her coffee cup to every tampon in the bathroom. She can call for a search warrant and if her s~~~ is in yer house she will claim cohabitation. then you are megaf~~~ed. get a big trash bag, throw all her s~~~ in there and get it out of the house, bag it up, drive to a dumpster away from yer house and fling her s~~~ inside. eliminate all pictures and videos, social media, dump any evidence she was ever there.

Isolate yourself from female stuff like you are cleaning a crime scene.

You have been divorced, you know you are the defendant, the criminal. same with breaking up a nonmarried relationship. purge the evidence.

Going forward, stay the f~~~ away from women. Do not tell them where you live or what you do for a living. Do not bring them to your house. EVER!.

check out these video/radio shows. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCRTpJhDG4HCYj-qnSA5Img

educate yerself on the nature of women. Tom Leykis saves lives. After listening to this man speak, and some of the people he talks to will educate you tremendously.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwd_sSDZ8EQt6SEeOO2tBRA

This guy Popp came within seconds of shooting himself coming back from Iraq to papers on the door. Watch and learn. The movie he made about his sergeant will astound you.

This will get you started. Up to you to make yerself better.

If I see yer ex in a bar here in Kansas, I’ll be sure to say hi for ya. lol Like I want anything to do with bars or barsluts.

Welcome brother. Read and learn.

[Psl47Participant 678]

Holly s~~~ man , those god damn tirons beated you realy well. I feel for ya man , and this story is also very red pill… im glad you shared your experiance. I am only 28 years old .. and after reading these like stories … i am so happy to sleep alone. Thank you man !
And welcome

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[AkanbiParticipant 2120]

You’re a survivor bro.

Glad you could share your story to enlighten younger men like me.

Welcome to the fold.

Today is the first day of the rest of your wonderful life.

My brother make you no follow sheeple o. Look them and Go Your Way.

[Anonymous 43]

The worst thing about your story is that you thought of killing yourself…trying out pistol rifle and shot gun. I sat in my back yard on a beautiful July day with the can of mower gas under my arm and a BBQ lighter in the other thinking I am so f~~~ed, so pathetic that the woman I had know loved and trusted was stabbing me in the back. I was going to school. I paid all her school loans, asked my parents for money to buy the house, renovated the house from roof to basement, re roofed resided, dug a pool and all the landscaping, I volunteer taught an art class at the kids school almost every day. And none of it was good enough. I wasn’t good enough.

That is the most insidious part about these c~~~s we married, no matter how hard we work or what we do bigger faster stronger better it is never enough.

And I’m sitting there with the mower gas, I am talking to the mower gas can how f~~~ed up is that. I’m telling the gas can all the things I have done for her and nothing was good enough and I have had enough of living.If I cant make her happy, I can’t make anyone happy.

Then the gas can spoke. It said you are not responsible for anyone elses happiness but your own. Are you happy? Is she busting her ass to make you happy? No she is adding gas to the flame, so to speak.

I had a very smart and profound gas can, who knew?

What had this c~~~ ever done to make me happy? I thought and thought and the sun was beginning to set, and I was still thinking. I replayed as many days as I could remember with her starting with the first day…hmmm I wasn’t happy listening to her bitch about her divorced parents and how f~~~ed up her life was, but yet I had a woman in my car all to my self and omg she had the biggest breasts I have ever wanted to get close to…they were 34 J all natural. J omg each one of her t~~~ was bigger than my f~~~ing head. And they looked amazing, felt wonderfully heavy and just laden with femininity and f~~~.

Every day I spent with her t~~~ imean her, I ended up doing something for her, gas for the car, battery for the car, buy her college books, pay her tuition bill pay her credit cards off, every day more and more expensive. The more I paid, sometimes I got to play with the t~~~ or have sex with her. When ever she wanted more money, she would f~~~ with me or shove her squishy fatbags in my face. I was so f~~~ing stupid. umm num num num umm nom. Idiot.

So, anywhoo, ya aint the first one here to think he f~~~ed up and the one person ya trust shanks ya in the left kidney. Forgive all that s~~~ but never forget it was a woman who wanted you to do self inflicted orthodontics. Not THE woman, but A woman. There is a difference here. THE woman will never have that kind of power over you again. It is the next one that you need to be aware of. The next one will have a harder time pushing you around once you have swallowed the red pill.

I never told the ex c~~~ about that afternoon in the garden with my friend the gas can, and I never will. She will never have that power over me again. No woman will have that power over me 34JJJ f~~~ing titties or not.

[Better without YOUParticipant 234]

Ain’t No Romeo wrote:

Yesterday, I had the top and doors off the Jeep. We took a ride to the lake, where she gave the, “Marry me or let me go“, ultimatum. I didn’t want to risk a roadside conflict, so I said nothing and we drove home. Today, she asked again, and I explained that I won’t have children or enter into marriage under the control of a family court. Never again. I asked her to how she’d feel about having children if it meant that they were the property of another, and not your own. I explained that I’ve lost two homes and two children to divorce, and I’m not going there again.

She cried and went for a drive. While typing this, she messaged me saying she’ll stay without marriage, which is gyno-speak for “I’d like to mooch off you until I find a replacement that’s stupid enough to marry me“.

Great intro, taking a look into the mgtow crystal ball I see you sticking to your guns and if it actually is the ultimatum she threatens, the dust will settle and you won’t see her for a while and I BET she finds a creative way to make sure you see her with another sucker as a last ditch to reel you in. Beware. Don’t be fooled.

Also who would want to be with someone who threatens an ultimatum, bullet dodged I say. You will come out on top of this situation, well as long as you don’t get married again that is.

[Ain’t No RomeoParticipant 119]

Where do you buy your had cans, brother?

[Anonymous 42]

experienced wrote:

To all you laydee lurkers, reread Mark Mac’s post here and then go f~~~ yourself, and when you’re all done, f~~~ yourself again.

That’s some hard core MGTOW there! Goes double with dirty crusty dildo from me!!

Ain’t No Romeo wrote:

This girlfriend has no concern, no patience. She just wants to hitch me up to her cart like a rented mule, dangling the *love* carrot in her direction.

Nicely said. Now throw all the *love carrots* in the back of the cart and use some of may7’s talking gasoline and burn the f~~~ing thing!

Anonymous wrote:

lol a Kansas 10 is a 6 anywhere else.

Have you ever been to Gassachusetts? Our 10s actually start @4 thanks to all the anti-discrimination laws and allllll the s~~~ they eat! They’re so f~~~ing ugly you can FEEL the ugly like standing in the rain.

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