Ok, Long-ish, but that's just me.

[SantiagoParticipant 144]

I first got lassoed in while I was in my 20s. Still young, in pretty good shape, and adventuresome enough that I wanted out of my little town, though I’d been an OTR truck driver for a few years already.
A fiery redhead from the Southeast promised some good times, so I loaded up my old rustbucket Chevy and chugged across a thousand miles or so, figuring on finding a cheap place to live if we didn’t hit it off.
Well… I wouldn’t call it “hit it off”, but I got a decent job at a regional trucking company and split the rent with her. She eventually got canned from her job, as since I moved in, she was spending more time going into the city to shop and hang out with her friends. A silent plea led me to marry her out of pity.
We never really had sex. She put on a hyper-religious front any time the subject came up, but the promised nookie after marriage never really happened. I got depressed, obese, and started noticing that our bills weren’t getting paid, even though I made plenty for our single-wide six-pack lifestyle.
I won’t go into where the money went… maybe in another post.
So… no kids, no happy, no money… one argument (well, screaming session… usually from her) that ended in “Don’t you LOVE ME???” I replied, “I don’t even like you.”
I loaded up my old pickup and left. A friend’s parents let me stay cheap in a house they’d bought for the surrounding acreage, and I started making a life again. Money started accumulating in my checking account (created one for myself as soon as I left, and took my name off the joint account). I bought a van, old enough that it was easy to work on and cheap to insure and register, and after a year or so, loaded everything I could into it, sold-gave away-or burned everything else, and left the state. She couldn’t make rent, so became a one-woman swarm of locusts, making her rounds amongst old friends, staying with them until well past her welcome. She did eventually file for divorce, apparently so she could rope in another victim. Otherwise I never heard from her… for which I guess I’m pretty lucky.

I rode a bicycle everywhere in my new town, joining a bike club and hitting the gym several times a week. Got a job, still driving for the most part, but with a lot of physical labor thrown in. For the first time in years, I was really living for myself, and on my ‘extra’ bike rides by the river, could smile and bask in the freedom I was experiencing. I dated a few women, made friends with a few, and overall had a pretty good time.
I’ve always been a fan of living well within my means, so even though I wasn’t making gobs of cash, I never wanted for anything and had a little set aside for emergencies. Though I kept my van insured and registered, I only drove it maybe once or twice a month. I was in fabulous shape, and my bicycle was my chariot to anywhere I cared to go.

Then I met her… on the trail. She was walking and I was riding. We got into a conversation, had our first date at a pizza place right by the trail.
Had to be right, a physical woman, intelligent and interesting… and interested in what I had to say???
We rode together a lot at first, and riding to her apartment in the hills put me in better shape than I was in before. She made a lot more than I did, and I didn’t want that to be an issue, and wasn’t for me anyway. I still paid for meals together because I figured it was my role as the man in the relationship. She did occasionally toss that up and covered the check.
I followed her to a bigger city, where she’d been offered a better paying job, and tried to ride like I had, but gave up and bought a car. I still worked for the same company, as they had a terminal there too, so I hadn’t given much up in that area… even made a couple extra bucks an hour.
By the time we moved back (she was offered a supervisory position at her old workplace) we both had suffered a bit in the cycling department, now unable to keep up with our old riding club. I got depressed again, and started just playing the role of Husband, as she wasn’t comfortable with long-term “shacking up”… so I caved.
I did get a job in trucking safety, after a short stint at working on airplanes, and I was making more than I ever had, though still about half what she was making. We had a daughter, and decided that with her higher salary and benefits (including hospital-employee health insurance) I would quit my job and stay home to take care of our little girl.
…which I did for 4 years. I did work part-time at a local airport FBO just to maintain my sanity (and to be around the airplanes) and took some college courses… partially to show that I wasn’t just a bonbon popping mousewife, but also because it seemed to bring her pleasure to think that I was bettering myself.

We moved again… back to where I left the Starter Wife (no contact, haven’t seen her since I left her), and I eventually found a job in the I.T. industry doing support work. At this point, she was making about 4x what I make, and our daughter was now going to school.

It was becoming clear-ish that she was having some emotional difficulty with our relationship, and one time when I pressed her, she finally came out with the “not the man I married” line. I’ll admit… once again I’d gotten fat and inactive. The sex had fallen off from good’n’frequent to maybe quarterly if I was lucky. The first time she brought up the word “separation”, I talked her back down… but only realize in retrospect that she’d, if only subconsciously, planned that all along. She just wanted me to Change. I did, some. I started projecting more affection… but wasn’t really getting much in return. All the physical contact is pretty much up to me. Sex has gone the way of the dodo, so all we’re left with is a dry peck on the lips in the morning… and one in the evening.

I know what I was when we met. I was Adonis. I was lean, muscular, and could ride my bike indefinitely. I was Free, and carried myself as such. Not so much anymore.
Now, at 350 lbs (I’m 6’4″), most of my bikes stay hanging in the basement for fear that I’ll break them. I buy useless toys in vain attempts at a minute of happiness. I dream sometimes of building a stout enough bike to carry me back into fitness, but then a voice in the back of my head convinces me that it’s too much work, it’ll feel horrible, and why bother anyway?

Intellectually, I see all this, and know what’s going on. I’ve let myself be claimed, and don’t “feel” I have a claim to myself, or to happiness if my family isn’t happy first. The other side of my brain knows this is B.S.

Anyway… Hi! Glad to have found this group… and please be gentle. I don’t know where on the scale of “pathetic” I fall compared to others here, but I figure that, to myself… it’s pretty bad.

[MACHOParticipant]

Thanks for posting an intro, Welcome.

By your comment on being gentle it sounds like you’ve read a few of our tuna hunting posts 😜

Santiago wrote:

Anyway… Hi! Glad to have found this group… and please be gentle. I don’t know where on the scale of “pathetic I fall ” compared to others here, but I figure that, to myself… it’s pretty bad

You must own a better Crystal ball than I

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

You are not pathetic and what happened was not your fault. I think of MGTOW as a discovery that lead me on a journey to a better lifestyle. Now I am living that lifestyle. You will too.

WELCOME!

[BoBParticipant 823]

Welcome, Santiago. Spend some time learning about your situation here. There are some crazy people in this place… you’ll know them when you see them.

I do recommend that you take your picture off the website immediately. Pick something else.

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

BoB wrote:

Welcome, Santiago. Spend some time learning about your situation here. There are some crazy people in this place… you’ll know them when you see them.

I do recommend that you take your picture off the website immediately. Pick something else.

Already sent him a pm to take care of the picture. Good advice BoB.

[MACHOParticipant]

That might not be his pic.. if it is it won’t take long before he realizes that it’s not in our best interest to post our mug shot on here!

BoB wrote:

I do recommend that you take your picture off the website immediately. Pick something else.

You must own a better Crystal ball than I

[SantiagoParticipant 144]

Oy, Ok. Got pic off. I guess I didn’t realize it’d be an issue, but ya never know.
Thanks for the welcomes.

I think it’s my fault, in part, for not putting my foot down when the topic of marriage came up. I did tell her, while we were dating, that two people can stay together as long as they’re happy with each other, and that marriage was just a way to entrap folks into a relationship that’s gotten stale, or worse. I’d had a taste of the red pill, and didn’t want to get caught in another net.
However, I did eventually cave, and am not surprised to find myself right here where I am.

It’s like the Dark Side. They have cookies. Too bad, when you’ve made the move, the cookies stop. It’s kinda like a political campaign. Everything seems just WONderful, right up until they get that finger-cuff on you.

[AposematicParticipant 2671]

Santiago wrote:

She did eventually file for divorce, apparently so she could rope in another victim.

Perhaps if we grant “No fault divorce” with a brand on their forehead so they are immediately recognised as the gold digging used up beef and cheddar they are, and not allowed to remarry.

Afinogyny.. from the Greek Afino {to abandon/ to set down/ to leave /to allow/ to let } + Gyny {Women} MGHOW’s philosophy to not engage women without “hating them”. Narcorca =Narcissistic Orca typically spouting to a bathroom mirror taking an arms length selfie ; Wallinate describes post wall females whose SMV is terminally negligible New Years resolution "To not make women happy" . Instadestitue: yet another Neologism for Men that cohabit with women that decide to pull the handle of intervention orders.

[SantiagoParticipant 144]

Or have this tattooed over the pubic region. 😀

[SantiagoParticipant 144]

It’s funny, I took the care not to mention cities and names in my story… but then posted my pic on my account right away. Still have a lot of Manginitis to flush outta my brain.

[Anonymous 3]

Find a way to honor yourself & live off your last best decision, then good choices will accumulate & suddenly you will find yourself self in a whole new space.
Thanks for posting.
This can be your new beginning.
Read other intros.
You are not alone
You are/will b OK
MGTOW is real FREEDOM

[Anonymous 7]

Welcome home.

Santiago wrote:

I don’t know where on the scale of “pathetic” I fall compared to others here, but I figure that, to myself… it’s pretty bad.

Not pathetic at all. Compared to other intros I have read you are somewhere in the middle as for being f~~~ed over.

Santiago wrote:

I think it’s my fault, in part, for not putting my foot down when the topic of marriage came up.

Not even close to being your fault. You were programmed from birth to be that way. Just like every other dude here.

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

Santiago wrote:

Or have this tattooed over the pubic region.

I like this guy already! Ha!

[The Manipulated ManParticipant 1856]

Greetings S,

Santiago wrote:

….I rode a bicycle everywhere in my new town, joining a bike club and hitting the gym several times a week. ……

with a lot of physical labor thrown in. ….

I was really living for myself, and on my ‘extra’ bike rides by the river, could smile and bask in the freedom I was experiencing……..

I’ve always been a fan of living well within my means, …..

I never wanted for anything and had a little set aside for emergencies. …….

my bicycle was my chariot to anywhere I cared to go.

Me too.

I rode my bike all year round in the Mid-West.

Later, I started riding my motorcycle everywhere instead of my bicycles, and then my six pack turned into a one pack.

That being said, there is a lot of bad things being added and done to our so called “foods” which are making us obese.
Many of them screw up our hormones.
For example, Growth hormones and Antibiotic are forced on animals raised in those factory “farms.” When we eat them, we take those vile chemicals into our bodies.

Also, plastic containers and other chemicals are synthetic estrogens.

And most of our foods are “estrogenic.”

Soy and flax seeds come to mind, but there are a lot more than we realize.

The only two foods that I know which helps produce Testosterone are spinach and Maca powder (a sort of radish grown in the Andies).

Santiago wrote:

….and please be gentle. I don’t know where on the scale of “pathetic” I fall compared to others here, but I figure that, to myself… it’s pretty bad.

MGTOW is about letting go of the influences of women in our lives and living as Free Men.

It is “pathetic” when a newcomer is still obsessed with women and has not learned his lessons. You are actually better than a lot of guys who have washed up on MGTOW Shores.

Here is a link to a post intended to help Newcomers:

/forums/topic/list-of-unacceptable-blue-pill-baggage/

With all due respect, most of the words in your Introduction so far is on your foolishness with the women in your life. You have already given them too much, don’t waist any more time thinking about them.

Write about how you are moving on as a free man and your life on the MGTOW Road.

Examining your mistakes and telling your story is fine in the the Forums. It can be healing to write about your women troubles in the Relations~~~s, Marriage, and/ or MGTOW Central section of this website.

However, a man’s Introduction to other Free Men is special.

Masculine energy is rare in the Universe.

You can improve your Introduction by writing in the reply box below about what you are doing with your freedom and how you plan to use it. And NO DOXING.

What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

Santiago wrote:

It’s funny, I took the care not to mention cities and names in my story… but then posted my pic on my account right away. Still have a lot of Manginitis to flush outta my brain.

Takes a while for the blue pill to get out of your system. No worries.

[Anonymous 1]

Welcome. I suggest buying a recumbant stationary bike. My knees went out so running out of the question. I get on the bike about an hour a day and feel great and you will too whether alone or with someone else. Take control of your destiny. I have a date with my Honduran whore tonight so maybe I put up a photo as inspiration to the possibilities.

[SantiagoParticipant 144]

I do have a stationary trainer, and enough bike parts to put together something that won’t break my heart if it folds up. I’ve been working on my home office, getting books up onto shelves, and mounted a good sized TV on one end of the room, connected to my ol’ Alienware Alpha.
I plan to finish clearing up some floor space, and set up the bike facing the TV, so I can run some nice cycling scenery vids while pedaling. My biggest problem with exercise bikes is the lack of scenery (though, at the gym, some of the scenery can be quite good 🙂 )

That has to be my first effort, as it’ll cost next to nothing, and my fitness level was, I believe, one of the primary reasons for my earlier state of happiness. I lived for myself, and had the mobility to get wherever I needed, without even the permission from a bunch of hags at the DMV.

As for my current situation, I don’t know when it’ll come to a head, but if we have another ‘discussion’ like before, and she brings up the idea of a split (it worked before for her!) I’ll just nod and start packing. I want it to be ‘her idea’.
In the meantime, I need to sell off some of this junk I’ve accumulated, pedal off some of this weight, and do some research on affordable living that doesn’t involve living in the Projects.

Maybe a nice camper.

[SantiagoParticipant 144]

I’m also wondering, based on an earlier comment, whether I should move this discussion into another forum area…

[Anonymous 7]

Santiago wrote:

I’m also wondering, based on an earlier comment, whether I should move this discussion into another forum area…

Nah, its fine in this section.
Steal a virtual beer from @market~~~cher, kick back and relax.

[The Manipulated ManParticipant 1856]

Santiago wrote:

…I’m also wondering, based on an earlier comment, whether I should move this discussion into another forum area…

There are no limits to how much you write here and you can always add more content months from now.

Consider posting in the Health & Fitness section for support and wisdom in you efforts to loose weight.

The Relations~~~s, Marriage & Divorce, Father’s Rights sections of the Forums are also great places to write about what is going on in your life.

And you should consider commenting and asking questions in other MGTOW’s Posts.

You will find other Men on the MGTOW Road who are in the same situation.

It is possible to read a list of individual MGTOW’s posts by using the “Forums” tab located in their profile page.
We can also send each other private messages.

You can plan your escape from the Plantation in the Blue Pill Hell section of the Forums.

Your have found a Gold mine.

So, Keep digging.

What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?

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