Hello men,
Here is my first post.
My road to mgtow was a battered amd broken one. I’m abot to end my second marriege. My first was a brutal eighteen months . I was single and banging pretty much any woman I wanted until I came back in contact with cupcake. We were sweethearts when we were very young and lost contact as we grew older. When I saw her again she took my breath away. I began to slow the booty call from other women until they were very few and far between. Eventually there was only her and my work I own a drilling company and for me work is pretty important. So much so it cost me my first wife. I learned an important lesson back then. A man has to take time to live, and for my single years I lived large. Until that is until cupcake 2.0 brought me to my knees. She is still beautiful to this day but I’ve grown to hate the woman. We married in 96 and two years later I gave in to having a child. She gave me a son who is now a young man I’m proud of. For a few years life was grand. I had a beautiful wife and son, owned a rather large company and could afford to do the enjoyable things in life, like an idiot I allowed 2.0 to work in the business thinking this would afford us time tighter and it did. None of this was a problem really just telling a story. Anyway the day came when 2.0 explained she wasn’t happy working in the drilling business and she wanted a job outside so she would “feel more fulfilled” so I put her through school and she jot her new job. As time went by she worked her way up in her new healthcare based job. Little by little she had less and less time for the marriage. In 03 we built a new house and moved the family in. Life was still pretty good though the warning signs were beginning to appear. Long hours at work and now the new job has her on call so as you might guess even more time was taken. I began to resent her independence and constant running. We stopped vacationing together and relegated only a long weekend here and there for “us time” . Even that eventually stopped. I would bring it to her attention that I was pretty lonely and need the company of my beautiful wife. I began to get the “you only want sex” speech and of course that’s true. But i also wanted my wife. I tell you men I was drop dead head over heels in love with the women. It was becoming apparent that the women she worked with were nothing but hospitle basement trolls that were bitter pudgy c~~~s in bad marriages. I was found to be totally correct. In 06 I got the “I love you but I’m not in love with you speech” and thus was my que to start preparing my exit. Even though I didn’t want to I did it anyway. The wrighting was on the wall, easy to see, hard to understand, and damn near impossible to accept. I moved accounts and equipment out of harms way over the years. I began to save money in places that would be impossible to link to my personal funds and set up trust for what o knew would one day come. In 09cupcake began to bring one of these bitter hospitle trolls to my home. You know the drill. “She’s my friend and she has serious marital problems”. I say yeah and so do you maybe get your own problems fixed before you “help” your new sister. Well, that never happened. The two were joined at the hip and this, this fat troll was stealing time with my wife from me that was legitimately mine and in my own home. West ill had a son to raise and I knew the game was over. So I forced my self to allow these weekend husband bashing fest. I put a baby monitor in the basement lounge so I could covertly listen in from time to time. I’ll tell you this gave me a very unique understanding and perspective on the female psyche. The truth is they hate us for being men. So deeply, so complete was the hatred these two women have for the men in their lives it latterly took my breath away. (Ill talk more on that elsewhere). This went in for two years, and the bond these two had was obviously pretty deep. I would come home from work at 4:am and find them asleep on the couch latterly cuddling in each others arms. You know “comforting” her poor little troll friend. One evening I heard on my covert high tech. Ok baby monitor the two going at it lesbian stile. And wouldn’t ya know it the only thing I had was an old android first gen to catch them in the act. Which I did for over three minutes. That was all I could take before crashing the party. Totally busted tung down each others throat and wet fingers all around busted. Ya know they both completely denied it. I’m shooting video on my phone and they have the un mitigated gall to tell me that I didn’t see what I just seen. Can you believe the mind game you would have to play with yourself to even imagine “were innocent” Timmy a f~~~ing break. Any way I threw the troll bitch out if my house and had a long hart gut check talk with2.0. We still had a job to do raising our son and I wasn’t quite ready with moving assets just yet. But I got to tell you it sure hardened my heart and planted the seeds of hatred that have now bloomed in to a massive tree of f~~~ you bitch. From that point I began to slow down my business and hey why not 2.0 jas a good job let her pay some bills and ill enjoy raising my son. I still worked but I backed way off on the gross income. I was now laying a trap for this back stabbing unfaithful new addition to the hospital basement troll. Her life was getting more and more out if control and I totally believe it was because I let her have her own way, I was giving her road. One evening she came home from one of her family functions with my son so drunk she could nearly make it in the door and to her don’t f~~~ing touch me char, yes with my young son. I was p~~~ed off. I had to get this drunk off her chair and out of my sons sight.She had on a short denim wrap around skirt and black panties which as I tossed her drunk ass into bed I noticed were quite soiled in seaman from being pulled to the side and getting banged, behind the bleachers at the local park I would later find out. But the next morning cupcake gets up, happy as a clam (pun intended) as if nothing had happened. I sad so,, did ya wonder why you woke up this morning without your panties? Nothing but doe eyes as if maybe I had taken advantage of her drunken stupor. Nope wasn’t me pumpkin. But I’ll tell ya where they are. They are in the safe in a ziplock baggy. Bet hay can’t guess why. Again the female mind began to spin events until I was damn near convinced she had no idea what had happened. Un believe able !,,, still I wasn’t quite ready. 2013 I began to go to lawyers. All of them! Just to cover my bases as best I could. This will come in handy for conflict of interest in the future. I bugged her car with video and audio. I have hours and hours of video and audio of sweet flirty conversations, I still haven’t busted her in the act yet with this new high tech stuff. out the old android vid is alive and well and stashed I’d several hard copies and around the web in private FTP in the sate I live in infidelity can be used as breach of the marital contract and put me in a fairly good posission. I’ve allowed my earnings to fall well below hers and was a house husband for a few years. I…. Have assumed the female hand on a legal sense. And soon my brothers I will finally start to live my own life again.. My son is now grown. My business is where I can restart it IF I want to. And cupcake is in a position to pay me alimony for as long as I live. The moral of the story. Don’t trust these bitches. I don’t care how much you love them. They will almost always f~~~ it up. It’s what they do. And moral #2 is don’t f~~~ with me! I have the patients of a snyper and eventually I will pull the trigger…… That’s my story fellas thanks for reading, and thanks for the years of allowing me to lurk, read and become a stronger man for it. Moby. Please excuse my tipos. Did this on an iPad in a truck. I can fix them later.
TheJack 5 years, 3 months ago.
