Tomorrow I Cash A Blank Cheque

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

It’s been a very interesting few weeks for me, to say the least.

First, my illness is back in a new manifestation. It is however apparently a good outlook with surgery. I’ll beat this yet, and hey, if I don’t? I leave the planet with no regrets. But, it still has me a little bit down. I don’t like to harbor resentment with the past, but I’ve decided to make a very special exception in a new case.

I escaped a brutal marriage nearly ten years ago. I escaped from an incredibly s~~~ty marriage and left the woman behind, and left it with no loose ends. To the best of my ability anyway. Or so it would have seemed.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being peaceful: pray or hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst. I don’t go around wielding myself as a loaded weapon; I do however always keep a round just outside the chamber. This practice can be useful.

As a man who practices peace, I have lived my life as best as I could since then, fueled by my own principles and a desire to exist in a state of freedom and happiness. The woman I left behind spent a number of those years trying in various ways to “get to me”, even though she had apparently moved on with her life. Some people are very vindictive, and it’s a quality which can not be easily eradicated. She sits remarried, with a good job and with the dolt of a man who caused the breakup of my marriage in tow. Live and let live. I did, however, keep updated on a few things via a friend of mine who happens to be her cousin.

My ex contacted me via telephone, much to my chagrin not so long ago. How she got my telephone number, I do not yet know. She had the unbelievable nerve to ask for money in assisting putting my ex-stepdaughter in post-secondary education. I’ve not even had a “hello” from this stepdaughter since the day I left. I was at first completely speechless. Then, after laughing very audibly, and informing her to never call my number again, I hung up. She called back a few times, unanswered of course.

On Wednesday night, I sat happily at home, writing, minding my own business, browsing MGTOW and conversing with a friend from MGTOW.com. A knock came to my door. When I opened the door, there were two police officers standing in wait. I was told that I had made threats by telephone to my ex-wife. This was completely untrue, and some explaining and a quick running of my phone has proved this. It didn’t matter anyway, as it turned out that I had an outstanding moving violation ticket/fine which I had completely forgotten about this year. Granted, the latter part was my fault, but hey, I could have taken care of that rather quickly and without trouble. Regardless, there was a warrant for my arrest on that point alone (which had been ignored up to this point, as obviously this is not something of high priority).

I was arrested Wednesday night and placed in the remand prison. My dog had to go to the animal shelter, along with my parrot. I spent Wednesday night and Thursday in jail, and was released Friday morning. Even the prison guards were a bit blown away that they’d take up already overcrowded remand space for a traffic offense. I’ve been to jail long in the past due to marital bulls~~~, so spending a couple days listening to a few meth-heads ramble about how unfair their life is wasn’t any new experience for me. Nor was the stale bread, powdered milk, and three day old, cold, boiled f~~~ing egg. But, I was royally p~~~ed. Beyond angry. I was denied my narcotic pain-killer medication which I currently need for my health. That hurt like a son of a bitch for the short period of time I was there. That wasn’t even the icing on the cake. When arrested, I didn’t have my wallet. For those of you who haven’t done any time, when released, they boot you out the front door with whatever you’ve come in with in a plastic bag. They wouldn’t let me use a phone, and I had nothing for the piece of s~~~ payphone out front. I walked 14.1 kilometres home, from the outskirts of the f~~~ing city.

Do you want to know rage? When I got home, I had an email from her. It simply said: “I hope you slept well”. With a little f~~~ing smiley face after it. A f~~~ing smiley face.

At first, I didn’t even know what to do. I closed my laptop very slowly, and felt a feeling I hadn’t felt in quite some time. The blood crept into my face until I was the shade of a prized rose. Complete with thorns. I drove down to the animal shelter and picked up my pets, paying a holding fee for them. I then drove home. I’m almost certain that I didn’t blink the entire time. Completely wide-eyed with sheer f~~~ing fury. I sat down on the couch and stared at a wall for about an hour. I took out a bottle of 18 year old Chivas Regal and had three straight-up in about a ten minute span. I then opened up my laptop, and looked at her email. I hit reply. After staring at the screen for about twenty minutes, I decided instead to reply to an email I had going with a MGTOW friend. This was probably the best thing I could have done. In the state I was in, any reply which I’d have directed at her would have been one of pure vitriol and ire. I’m certain it would have inflamed things beyond measure. I decided to finish my bottle of whiskey, and punch an upstairs door off of it’s hinges. I’ve never cared for Douglas Fir anyway. The grain never suited the hardwood floors.

I then calmly took stock of a blank cheque which I had systematically written myself over the better part of a decade. You see my brothers, I have kept stock and note of her actions during the time after leaving her. I learned to do this from a relationship prior to ours. One might call it dirt, one might call it “tabs”; there are many words for this. I call it “Insurance”. And it’s premium-free.

Her cousin, who has absolutely no respect for her, has kept me well-informed. I have kept these things locked away safely, and out of the goodwill of my own spirit, have not wielded them in contempt or anger. I’ve lived and let live. I’ve forgiven, I’ve forgotten, and I’ve moved on with my life. Apparently, and almost predictably, she must well have thought that she could extend emotional abuse beyond the termination of our marriage and relationship. Even after that span of time. She is sorely mistaken. So, so sorely mistaken.

One might call these pieces of information a round, or perhaps a series of them in a magazine.

That round is now in the chamber, and the safety is off. It is Full-Metal Jacket. None of this soft lead, or hollowpoint nonsense. I speak in pure metaphor, of course.

All of these years, I’ve hung onto this blank cheque. There’s been no amount filled in, and no signature placed. I’ve just kept it tucked safely in my “wallet”. You never know when you’ll need a little “spare cash”. It will now be endorsed.

She has cheated on her husband. Twice. He knows not of this. She has kept hidden from her employer a criminal conviction; they are unaware of her offense, which is a deal-breaker due to the sensitivity of her position. For a few months, she collected benefits from the government while off work, under the guise of a misrepresented reason. She has forged my signature on a vehicle registration turn-over; something which I have a copy of, but have never acted upon, as I was going to leave her the SUV anyway. She has appropriated trips and purchases on an organizational credit card which lie outside the boundaries of acceptable use. She has used information technology at her place of employment for purposes which lie outside policy, and the intended use of said. I have these communications, and they are highly inappropriate.

I’ve very slowly, over time, unfurled a quiet, tightly wound rope, and she’s quite suddenly fashioned it into a noose.

Tomorrow, I will begin to dismantle this woman’s life. Thread by thread. A day at a time. One after another. It’s probably better put that she’s dismantled her own life, but while wearing a costume. None of my actions will be illegal in any way, shape or form. She’s taken care of that herself. Quite astutely, I must say.

I’ve never really been one for such action, but;

Tomorrow I’m Batman.

[Sessna12Participant 119]

And THAT ladies and gentlemen is how you serve revenge……ep!c post
Sebastian

"We can no more stop him from marrying than we can stop him from making a well researched decision to poke his eyes out with a stick."
-Sidecar

[EntropyParticipant 902]

Welp, you are my Mgtow of the year nomination.

"Compare your lives to mine and then kill yourselves" -BBR

[WallyParticipant]

Had to digest your post for a while, trying to think of a response going back and forth in my head saying don’t do it ( two graves and all that jazz) and then back to full throttle and destroy her. I thought of my self in your situation and I would do the same. Your basically doing the world a favor by taking this woman down. I’m sorry to hear about your illness and I hope you find peace with this situation.

"what a waste of a life, to marry, give up your freedom, just for the hope of not dying alone. Don't get married Son."

[Soldier-MedicParticipant 2566]

How I wish, how I wish, how I wish I could get tickets to this one.

"I asked you a question. I didn't ask you to repeat what the voices in you head are telling you" ~ Me. ........Yes I'm still angry.

[lowkeyParticipant 37]

Scorched earth, salted fields. Think of how dog and parrot felt being without you. Nuke her from orbit……..its the only way to be sure.

[foolsgoldParticipant 5664]

Patience pays off. You just proved it, EM patient. Looks like your ex underestimated you like mine did. I cashed my blank check already. It will keep her at bay for the rest of her life and mine. Sorry about your illness. Hang in, bro. If all men were as patient as you and I, there would be a lot more stories like this. Great job, bro.

[Anonymous 18]

You know better but I can’t help myself so apologies in advance. Please have some form of alibi, some evidence. Because a bitch is a bitch but a hurt bitch is something I haven’t encountered nor intend to. But from what I hear, this woman will make hell of a pain in ass once you give her the dosage of her own medicine.

Be careful brother.

Good luck.

[Soldier-MedicParticipant 2566]

I hope that you get well soon. Let us know when you are headed for surgery and how things turn out.

If I could make one suggestion.

Before you begin, send an anonymous snail mail that was printed in size 20 font outside of your home. Don’t lick the stamp or envelope. Have it say something ominous like “Trigger pulled” or “Hope you are sleeping well” or some other such business.

Perhaps after. “Sleep well : )” or something like that.

This is so that she knows who is the author of her downfall.

Maybe this isn’t a good idea. What do you guys think?

"I asked you a question. I didn't ask you to repeat what the voices in you head are telling you" ~ Me. ........Yes I'm still angry.

[FermatParticipant 3478]

Wow. That sent chills down my spine. This is going to be interesting.

I have discovered a truly remarkable list of reasons why women are not necessary for a happy life, but alas this margin is too small to contain it.

[Jon the Ex-SquidParticipant 298]

That was an amazingly satisfying read, my friend. Please keep us updated on both your health and the success of your effort. My only suggestion would be to keep quiet about it and deny knowing anything. Better still, avoid all contact. Bravo Zulu.

[HitmanParticipant]

i am on your side e.m.pt. ..i say crucify her , however , do not drop a calling card of ANY type..no need to point her in your direction..just tear her f~~~ing world apart and then PLAY DUMB ! TELL NO ONE ! NOT A SOUL … ( except us ! ) .. good luck with your mission , god bless you in a speedy recovery regarding your health !

[WallyParticipant]

Shawshank redemption time.

Get busy living man.

She has you in your own prison.

WE ARE MGTOW….WE ARE BETTER.
As men, we can get over things and forge a new reality.

I hope the rest of you MGTOW will back me on the widsom I offered this man.

I am going through my own red pill rage at the moment so my thoughts aren’t the most sound, no matter what you decide to do Escaped Mental Patient, Stealthy does have some wise thoughts to consider.

"what a waste of a life, to marry, give up your freedom, just for the hope of not dying alone. Don't get married Son."

[MyselfParticipant 353]

EMP, what a terrible situation. Absolutely horrible to read. Your words remind me of some dark days from long ago.

I hope you might consider not filling in that check, at least not yet. Give yourself some time, as all this is still so fresh.

Seeing that you have all these arrows in your quiver, I totally understand the temptation to let them fly. But revenge may not bring the satisfaction you are looking for. It is guaranteed to have a massive impact, but if she discovers or even suspects that you took these actions then it could have the opposite effect of what you really need. What you really need, I think, is to to get her out of your life. Completely.

Change your email, change your phone, cut her out. PURGE. She is expecting you to react. The strongest stance you can take is not to pretend she does not exist, but to actually starve her completely of your attention, your emotion, and your energy. Note that the impact this will make on her is irrelevant – it’s the impact this will make on you that matters.

I think Stealthy’s words are spot on. Look after yourself brother. Don’t waste another breath on her.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

I really appreciate all of your comments.

More than you can possibly know.

It’s given me a great deal to digest. I’ve felt strangely calm today about all of this, but that might not necessarily be a good thing either.

There is “good calm” and “bad calm”. I might be angrier than I think. Perhaps I need to sleep a couple of nights on the thought and evaluate what I would stand to gain from this, other than watching the incarnation of f~~~ing evil feel some of the venom she’s spewed her entire life.

I thank all of you gentlemen for your input, and I don’t take it lightly.

Many members here have my utmost respect.

[HitmanParticipant]

i may be wrong but i feel after landing in jail ( been there because of my ex’s false accusations ) , and having your life torn apart by her , after watching her fraud and cheat the system and people ( my case as well ) , it is NOT automatically wrong to bring justice to this piece of garbage.. i’m getting out-voted in my opinion/beliefs but i’m going MY own way here .., i guess you should listen to your heart and follow .. just remain INVISABLE throughout this endeavor..

[ChristovParticipant 85]

I say ignore all communication from her AND ruin her life.

But do it slowly…. Like over the course a few months. Just slow enough that she thinks she can catch her fall, but then you jerk the rug again.

Don’t leave a calling card… And it’s probably a good idea not to post it on the internet where she could find it…. But I would love to see video, audio, etc of this going down. Revenge stories are the best stories.

[HitmanParticipant]

just remember that revenge is a dish best served COLD ….

[uchibenkeiParticipant 7965]

F~~~ all this “be the better man” bulls~~~. Let her have it.

I bathe in the tears of single moms.

[HitmanParticipant]

wish i could do it for ya brother , ..but you would’nt ENJOY it nearly as much ! .. bide your time ..DESTROY HER !..( and her little dog too ! ) .. !!!!! hahahahaha !!!

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