Hi all.
It has taken me nearly a week to calm down enough, to write a bit of my story and a warning to the young men of what to expect from the other half of humanity. English is my second language, so if I make mistakes I apologize or just “f~~~ it”, it’s the best I can do.
Three weeks ago, an ugly episode in my life finally concluded at age 50 and I’m still full of rage and disgust. But let me take you back a few decades.
Born in Croatia 1966 to a almost middle class family. High school education + year in college. Four years as a diesel motor mechanic apprentice. After qualifying back to college for one more year and then I applied for the police force. Got into the police training course but I think it was on the account of desirable size and being in the top five in club rifle shooting in the state. Did not matter to me as I was going to be a cop in six months time. 1989.
Fast forward to September 1991. By this time I was in fatal car accidents and murder squad when s~~~ hit the fan and Croatian war of independence started. All serving cops became soldiers over night and my love life took a steep dive. In some sense it was a relief because I was in my mid twenties and dating f~~~ery was becoming boring and almost as dangerous as the war that just started.
Almost four years later, August 1995 in one of the last major operations, I and my partner who worked in pairs got peppered by random mortar fire. We lived but both were injured and hospitalized.
Five weeks of recovering in hospital gave me food for thought. I requested a formal discharge as I have already served more than three years in active duty. Besides, during my last week of being hospitalized I struck up a friendship with a rich and pretty little Dutch girl playing soldier in the peace keepers brigade. Things were going well and I wanted shoot with my dick rather than my rifle. My request was granted and two months later I was a civilian back on duty as a cop.
Fast forward 13 months later. I’m at home and I get a phone call from one of my co workers, my sergeant telling me he is coming to visit me. When he turned up he was not alone. He had the pretty little Dutch girl who was playing soldier with him, and she had a bundle in her arms. He left us alone promptly and I can still remember the smug look on his face. Well to cut the story short, she said this is your son and left three days later with no fuss, no muss, back to her life leaving me in a total mental chaos.
Family and friends were there to help but being a cop and naturally suspicious I wasted no time getting to the bottom of this thing.
Although it was not acceptable practice, I managed to get DNA tests done through the force, both PCR and RLFP methods for which I paid for both in money and favors. Two months later both test came back 99% & 98.9 positive. The kid was my son after all.
In year 2000 my son and I migrated to Australia. I worked my butt of for four years as a diesel mechanic to get money together to buy or start a business of my own. A few short term relationships as well but the women were so f~~~ing boring, clingy and needy I could not stand them. Finally by 2004 I bought a car painting business, although not exactly in my trade I did it because it was profitable. As I continued to maintain and develop the business I found more free time for myself, my son and more time for women.
Well ultimately by 2007 I got married to what seemed a good woman, but all I got was the best of the bad lot to start with,
Withing four months of the wedding and honeymoon, what seemed a good and once an extremely f~~~able woman, she quit her job, became a slob and turned out to be a f~~~ing abuser of me and my son in a fairly short period of time. Virtually every day I was coming home and my son was in distress for one reason or another and it all led to her.
So what to do in this situation. I decided that I may as well do onto her what she was doing onto us. F~~~ her life up while preparing for a divorce without her knowing it. Her best friend wanted to f~~~ me for almost three years so I arranged a few dates with her. We f~~~ed each others brains out but I collected a few mementos which I would use later to f~~~ with her mind.
All of our assets which were mainly mine were mostly tied in with my business and I wanted to make sure she would get the least amount possible. I arranged a deal to sell half of my business to a cashed up friend of mine under pretense that I needed the money to buy a baked enamel oven for my business. That way she would be entitled for only one quarter of the total assets once divorce claims started to roll in. As for my son, he had to put up with s~~~ for a few more months but she was not getting him no way , no how.
Also, her best friend was not her best friend after all. She helped me f~~~ her second or third best friend as well and that, for me put the icing on the bitches cake.
Now that all was in place I waited for an argument and it did not take long. She was talking s~~~ one afternoon and my replies made her even more mad, so when she said she was going out I told her to take her friends underwear as it was starting to stink up my car. I threw the bundle of panties which she caught and momentarily stared at. Well as they say, you could hear the pin drop. She seemed as if frozen in time and signs of fear appeared in her face but I was thinking “f~~~ you bitch” you will not be f~~~ing up my son.
Well needless to say divorce was started and ended within twelve months. She got 20k a second hand car and disappeared from our lives. We, I got of lightly I think but was grateful to be rid of monster princess for good.
Life went back to normal, my friend got his money back with some interest which he refused to take for a long time. He said he got all the interest watching me f~~~ up a Jacklyn and Mrs Hyde woman I married.
Well 2011 was a good year where I acquired 50% of another good business. I bought into a Adult Child Care Centre aka Bar & Grill with a country and western flavor.
It was like a gold mine and still is but with additional benefits. C~~~ holsters every which way you look.
All colors and shapes, only smell and flavor stayed the same. Fish.
Now, as much as I liked pussy there was a little man running around my skull ringing alarm bells, screaming “do something, you are forty five something and can still be f~~~ed over!” I started to get an itchy cold feeling from then on every time I tangled up with a female and it was happening frequently. I decided to heed the little mans warnings and went to see a doctor.
This paragraph brings me back to the start of this post. After little over four years of running bar and grill, a good looking mid thirties bird I was regularly banging over the last few months came to me when I was alone and started a barrage of bulls~~~ about how I got her pregnant and what will become of her now.
On the surface I look’t concerned and even agreeable but on the inside I was seething as I watched and listened to her bulls~~~. Really, it was not half truths nor little white lies nor bulls~~~.
It was f~~~ing lies and emotional abuse to make a person break down. Any and all feelings towards her vanished after ten minutes and I felt like being in a mood to be a bit of a monster myself. We were talking in my office, so I got up and said ” look I got something that can help both of us” I walked up to the filing cabinet and pulled out a file folder which I handed over to her and asked her to read it.
There was only five or six bits of paper in it and did not take her long to read it.
Shortly her demeanor changed and she said “you got snipped ?” followed by “you are a f~~~ing c~~~ mate.”
“No, you are the c~~~ and get the f~~~ out of my life, and watch the door as you go” were my last words to her.
You see, the little man running around my head made me go and see a doctor. The good doctor arranged a fairly quick and painless snipping/vasectomy procedure just over four years ago.
In conclusion. I may not have experienced a lot of the horrors of what so many man have gone through and many details have been left out about my relationships with women because it would take a book to write and this post is lengthy enough as it is.
This serves as a warning to young men not to trust women and not to allow your little head to rule your head on the shoulders. You are growing and maturing into an age where Gynocentrism is becoming dangerous on a daily basis, where opposite sex/women enjoy unfair legal advantage and will f~~~ you over in a heart beat. Be warned and stay free of them lest you want to be a serf for the rest of your life.
Kratos 3 years, 9 months ago.
