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It really is amazing how differently I see the world now that I discovered the red pill and this place. And I am sad at what I am seeing.
This morning I was loitering in my local music store trying to decide which of the new Gretsch guitars I would buy if I had the money. I love the Gretsch sound and look. But I digress.
One of the customers was a mid to late 30’s man ( and I use that word loosely) with his young son ( I assume it was his and so did he I’m sure). He was discussing music lessons for the boy with one of the staff members at the shop.
I heard him say loudly and proudly that he would talk to his master (wife) about it because in his exact words: “ I Don’t make any decisions” And he laughed a bit as if to conceal his own self loathing at what a weak prick he had become.
Another comment about ‘happy wife…blah blah ‘ was uttered by somebody in there before I walked out the door in disgust.What a pathetic excuse for a father he was. I hope his kid thought so as well. One day that kid will show his contempt and disrespect to the old man and he will wonder “what did I do wrong ?”
I guess in his favour he was a ‘good provider’ and will glady pay for whatever decisions his beloved makes for him. I hope he finds out one day that the kid isn’t even his own blood." I feel threatened "

Anonymous43gotta talk to the boss.
Yup, that’s marriage, that’s it, nothing more, nothing less.
To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.

Anonymous38Embarrassing cuck.
I heard him say loudly and proudly that he would talk to his master (wife) about it because in his exact words: “ I Don’t make any decisions” And he laughed a bit as if to conceal his own self loathing at what a weak prick he had become.
The tragedy is the damage that this sponge brain is doing to the boy.
A lot of the time, this is overblown. When I was married, I can think of three reasons why I would not make a decision like that without discussing with the wife first.
First, I would not want her doing the same. Call it equality or whatever, but I did not want to give up any sense of veto power over for decisions by not giving her the same opportunity.
Second, it was not worth the drama of her being upset that I made the decision without her. I was also aware enough that if I repeated made decisions without her, it would lead to divorce or a very despondent and unloving wife. My father actually made decisions without including my mother repeatedly. My mother was not going to divorce him, but she certainly made his life rather unpleasant.
Third, logistically speaking, I wasn’t going to be the one taking the kid to the music lesson or whatever in all probability.
The problem is the very nature of equality in marriage. It isn’t the way marriage was supposed to be, at least from a Christian biblical perspective. The husband was supposed to be the decision maker, looking out for the needs of his wife and kids. All she had to do was obey, and trust that he was making decisions with the best intentions.
Ok. Then do it.
Hopefully Dad will leave the plantation either willingly once he ‘sees the light’ or get thrown off and be made to survive on his own and using his own devices. This could actually help his son. I myself settled for a combo of both. No longer able to take it from ‘my master’ anymore, I rebelled. The meanness that I was subjected to during co-habitation while being married opened my eyes up. I took the steps to have myself tossed off the plantation. Obviously not a strategical plan, but I got the job done. And now here I am, free, having agreed to pay my dues. With far more respect from my sons than I previously had, far more! Freedom has its price.
Know when it is your duty to give them zero explanations for your actions.
Tell us more about the Gretsch you are looking for. I humbly advise you find one with TV Jones pickups already installed. Doing it yourself is a test in patience because you have to remove the volume and tone pots form the f holes which is a major pain in the ass. Ask me how I know. Oh boy.
You are a man of high taste and distinction!
Oh man, have I got a sick story for you guys on this subject.
During the last serious sexual relationship I had, a guy I knew was down on his luck and it occurred to me to let him use my spare bedroom for a few months while he got himself sorted out. Before I invited him to do so, I raised the question with my GF (who did not reside at my place except when she came there from her own place 60 miles away), letting her know that if she had objections I simply wouldn’t go through with the idea.
She left it up to me, I let the guy move in and within weeks this bitch swore by The Almighty that I had let this guy move in without consulting her first.
Moral of the Story (obviously): “Running it by the boss” doesn’t mean s~~~ unless the boss has a dime’s worth of integrity.
Sick asshole that I am I have been making my wife make every insignificant decision for years. And I took over the finances when it “stressed her out”. My only mistake was thinking that less stress might equal more sex, hers was that I have money in places she hasn’t ever pondered.
New bike, it’s already parked outside. I’ve always wanted X truck, yup it’s out there too. What sheets for the bed, honey you better head to the store and make sure they are 800 or better thread count. I hate cheap s~~~ on my bed.
Dinner and booze are important, so only the stuff I choose makes it in the door.
The pansy at the store is extra-special, I’m sure his owner limits herself to one Chad at a time, and that’s enough for him.
I failed to realize in my youth that I was the prize. I was going to work. I was going to earn. Little did I realize that due to feminism, that no longer meant I had to share. Road soon, Desert after.
She left it up to me, I let the guy move in and within weeks this bitch swore by The Almighty that I had let this guy move in without consulting her first.
That is what we call here gaslighting a common tactic women use on their men for many reasons.
gotta talk to the boss.
Bosses are for work, not for your home.
Marriage: About as appealing as wood-chipper diving.
Tell us more about the Gretsch you are looking for. I humbly advise you find one with TV Jones pickups already installed. Doing it yourself is a test in patience because you have to remove the volume and tone pots form the f holes which is a major pain in the ass. Ask me how I know. Oh boy.
You are a man of high taste and distinction!
Thank you sir !
As far as the Gretsch goes, I would love one of the older USA made ones but about all I can find here is the new ones made in Asia. This does not make them bad instruments but there is just something special about the older stuff. More quality for a start." I feel threatened "
Cucks and white nights get the knife.
A MGTOW is a man who is not a woman's bitch!
Anytime I hear someone say that phrase I just walk away. What more is there to say to a f~~~ing slave?
I’m an amateur radio operator and I often go to hamfests (amateur radio gatherings) and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard “I have to ask the wife before I buy this or that” for their hobby as they drool over some radio or other gadget they really would like to have. Or “The wife doesn’t allow my radios in some room or other”. I had one friend (now deceased) who always called her the “Department of War and Finance”. It all makes me sick. Come on guys! Own your manhood!
Ed

Anonymous12Tell us more about the Gretsch you are looking for. I humbly advise you find one with TV Jones pickups already installed. Doing it yourself is a test in patience because you have to remove the volume and tone pots form the f holes which is a major pain in the ass. Ask me how I know. Oh boy.
You are a man of high taste and distinction!
Now look at that Crisp motherf~~~er!
he stopped reading at “Gretsch” because none of that other s~~~ matters.LOL!
Awesome!
Thumbs up!I have a friend whose wife doesn’t work and she is fat, yet he walks around on egg shells around her.
I don’t get it. He even calls her “momma” and says things like, “oooh, that ain’t gonna make momma happy”. Makes me puke in my mouth when I hear this bulls~~~.
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