Why would I want to come home to that?

[Silverstone the SecondParticipant]

So, one of my buddies was venting about his gf being a bitch for a good 15 minutes, and then we both shrugged and said “that’s life”. Keep in mind he’s a mega blue pill type dude. And after complaining how unhappy he is, he asked me when was I going to settle down. I was dumbfounded. He just gave me 15 minutes worth of why I’m never going to settle down. I didn’t say anything to him just sort of shrugged it off.

Let me put it this way. I gotta go to work, deal with angry people, an angry boss, a tough job, angry customers, s~~~ty coworkers, and a bunch of bulls~~~ when I go to work. And when I come home, I get to hear about her bulls~~~, her drama, maybe she’s mad at me for something and won’t tell me, maybe she’s an emotional train wreck. Why the f~~~ would I want to come home to that? The whole world is a rowdy place, I don’t want to come home to more bulls~~~, and nowadays that’s all you get. I guess this is my pseudo message to him, but to me that makes perfect sense, and I don’t know why people are so confused about that. And then, with divorce looming over your head, why even bother “settling down” ? IDK

Feminism is a movement where opinions are presented as facts and emotions are presented as evidence.

[HitmanParticipant]

I’ve gone home to that. .believe me. .you don’t want to!

[REINKAΩSParticipant 25]

There is nothing better than coming home to PEACE and Silence, especially after a hard day. I would take silence and solitude reading/gaming/whatever instead of nagging and shrill laughing and complaining. The latter being the package deal you get when you make the mistake of sharing your life with a woman. I would never give up the things I like/enjoy in exchange for some sub-par sex and a lifetime of misery.

[MalfunctionNeedInputParticipant 257]

Well no man does, but many in their ignorance have no idea until they’re caught by the b~~~~. That what marriage is, a trap. Don’t fall victim.

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity. --Einstein

[Wolf redpillmanSpectator 1658]

Blue pillers life goal is to find.love they dont have any other.meaning.in.life that.is their whole.life kow tow to a female for vagina, that for them.is total happines until bang she dump his ass, oh well i just wacth them fail.in their.pathethic attemp to be happy chazing.pussyand let. Women use them.like an atm ,because for.women.that.is.love you paying for her s~~~ ect

[Sky-OParticipant 18933]

At this stage in my life and after completely processing and absorbing the red pill, I will NEVER go back to a point where my home aka my sanctuary is also occupied by a woman. And I will never again, after enduring a 50-58 hour week at work and related life stress be trapped in a situation where the place that I require to rest and recharge is occupied and semi-controlled by a woman. Period.

I like coming home to peace, silence and some level of darkness. (Minimal lighting on at night). I’ll never forget while married:

Coming home and literally walking into a freaking three ring circus. And the chaos was entirely the result of the woman I was with, in the absence of any children.

I would get home, walk in the front door and literally every single light that could potentially be on inside the house was on. Including the light in the laundry room even though the washer and dryer were not even on. The television was on about as loud as a movie theater sound system. She would be on the phone with one of her girlfriend’s talking about nothing as usual, and only casually acknowledge my presence. The heat would be cranked inside the house even though it wasn’t even cold, with an indoor temperature hitting close to 90 degrees, (with at least one window open) with the heat running to the point where I would almost start sweating. Like who the FCK does that? – She would occasionally cook dinner which was great, but literally never cleaned the dishes afterwards. Pile after pile of kitchen stuff literally piled up in a dish/glass Jenga formation, with an occasional crashing sound at some point into the sink. Like WTF Version 3.0 again. My favorite was when she was too lazy to wash a few bowls and or dishes and would actually let them sit in the sink with water in them and a drop of dish soap. Like somehow through osmosis, they were just going to clean themselves. Keep in mind, after I paid the mortgage, utilities, all of her related expenses, etc, it wasn’t too much to ask to at least have the kitchen stay clean.

I come home now, to my one and only true best friend, my dog. To absolute peace and silence, with minimal lighting on at night. No television, no cable. Just whatever CD I want on, as low or as loud as I want it. The kitchen and bathroom are completely clean and cleaner than anytime I have ever cohabitated with a woman. I can go to sleep as early or as late as I want and do not get harassed because ‘you don’t ever spend time with me!!’ And I don’t get forced to do completely ridiculous stuff like go to her friends functions or events. I don’t have to deal with a woman giving me the silent treatment because she senses I am not perfect and/or I did something that made her mad.

And I have truly found peace. Emotionally, spiritually, psychologically and metaphysically.

[MalfunctionNeedInputParticipant 257]

Sky-O wrote:

I will NEVER go back to a point where my home aka my sanctuary is also occupied by a woman.

Here here brother. My energy bill for my house was only 52 bucks for last month…and my phone bill around the same. It sure is nice being in control of one’s own money and home.

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity. --Einstein

[ScandinavianParticipant 590]

Now THIS is the very best reason for me staying alone; the peace of solitude! Sure it’s nice to have better financial control and less risk of losing it all in divorce and that s~~~, but the #1 reason is that blissful silence when I come home after a busy day and can finally relax. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world!

[Prefer Peace to PieceParticipant 10809]

The first day you experience coming home to peace, calmness, quietness and tranquility you are hooked.

After that, you will NEVER want to come home to arguments, whining, complaining and demands ever again.

Women should know better than to behave like that. If any of my lady friends ever came over behaving like that they would be out the door instantly. I don’t bitch at them and by God they don’t get to bitch at me.

“Seek peace and pursue it”

[RoyDalParticipant]

I prefer the peace and quiet that comes from solitude. I’ve tried it both ways — peace is best.

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[BDParticipant 1146]

Same here Roydal. The solitude and peace is amazing. My home is a fortress of solitude, with zero tolerance for any bulls~~~. I’d rather watch the fish swim than ever listen to a woman complain.

RoyDal wrote:

I prefer the peace and quiet that comes from solitude. I’ve tried it both ways — peace is best.

Because in order to be able to think, you have to risk being offensive.

[TheroniusParticipant 975]

Don’t let them hang around your house too much. It makes it so half the time your home is too tense for you to relax. As long as you don’t let them move a bunch of s~~~ in they probably won’t want to stay long.
The worst is a Saturday morning when you are ready to sleep in a bit, tune up the car, maybe watch some NHRA, and she is all p~~~ed off and doesn’t want to do anything but be in a bad mood and take you down with her. Makes you want to go back to work.

"I am is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that I do is the longest sentence?" - George Carlin

[AscendedParticipant 698]

I don’t call a home a place full of madness and 3 ring circus freaks.

I also have something to contribute. While I’m not married, I had similar experience during childhood.
When I was still going to school, returning “home” I knew what to expect (and I walked slow because I couldn’t stand being there): Overreacting complex parents in a mood to blame me for everything, depression, home-jobs (that are not of any use) and blame me for doing it “wrong”, then when I speak up for it, blame me once again for being “a pessimist”. Oh look It snows/rains. My fault! My mood was assigned by my parents by the time I came “home” from school and it was never different. And the best of the best is coming: The dad. He always returns in an evil bad mood to yell and freak out like a lion about anything he encounters in it’s path. Sometimes this goes on and a shouting competition is being held and some insults here and there and freaking everywhere. I was avoiding him and still am. Forget about sleep, there’s still time while the clock shows 23:00 we’re not in need of such an motionless waste of time. My former “home” is the source of negativity, depression and grumpiness. I developed amnesia and insomnia of that back then.

While still going to school, I had the opportunity to make a little money on seasons. This is where this post applies.

Theronius wrote:

she is all p~~~ed off and doesn’t want to do anything but be in a bad mood and take you down with her. Makes you want to go back to work.

And it’s true. I was working my ass off very hard, skipping some days at school only to gain money. And I noticed it. It was physical stress to extreme exhaustion but while I was working, which was not in the presence of my “home” I found silence. Silence! Oh, how I enjoyed the calmness on pauses when nobody was screaming at me like a lion and verbally attacked me. None of that from my “home” was during my work. So I went more to work, less to school and less “home” whenever I could but keeping it balanced with my grades.

That’s the time I was swimming in red pills.

And when finally my next chapter started, I applied to study. Because my studying place was in a big city, I had to move out of my family because the distance was great. THAT. Was the best thing to do.
My first day at my new temporal home. All my stuff was brought there. I was living all alone. And the first and second day I was alone was a redeeming moment: FINALLY! ALONE! SWEET SOLITUDE! Silence, peace, tranquility, silence, calmness. I felt… harmony… slowly recovering.
Nobody freaks out in front of or next to me. Nobody blames me for anything. Nobody insults me. No more bulls~~~. No more insomnia and depressions. No more tyranny.

Couldn’t wait more than 1 year until I applied for a job to cut the dependency once and for all. Now I stand here, where I am now. On my own feet, treat myself and have beaten both depression and insomnia. I’m eating whatever the hell I want, do whatever the hell I can and communicate with whoever the hell I want, and not have to, sleep for how long the hell I want and need. My stock on f~~~s to give was, is and will always be empty. I choose my own mood and nobody else does it for me for the rest of the day.

She (mom) still tells me how much she misses me. But I don’t. I don’t want to return to hell. And I can’t tell that I don’t f~~~ing miss this s~~~ty place.
What have I become? Filled with such a resent, that I repel from them and there.
I’m going all alone now. And it’s invaluable. Wouldn’t give up my liberty and freedom for any price.

"We are free to follow our own path. There are those who will take that freedom from us, and too many of you gladly give it. But it is our ability to choose – whatever you think is true – that makes us human. There is no book or teacher to give you the answers, to show you the path. Choose your own way! Do not follow me, or anyone else."

[FrankyParticipant 2338]

Silverstone the Second wrote:

hy the f~~~ would I want to come home to that? The whole world is a rowdy place, I don’t want to come home to more bulls~~~, and nowadays that’s all you get. I guess this is my pseudo message to him

Ha!Why indeed?
I will never understand these men.

[Everything is all we’ve gotParticipant 233]

This is surely a classic case of misery loves company right? People don’t want to see you happy when they’ve blown it themselves in their lives.

"You can suffer from a life experience, or you can learn, move on and thrive."

[Anonymous 0]

Never live with anyone period. That’s my short term goal.

[MattNYCParticipant 2329]

This thread is full of accounts of men building their own castles, of being lords of their own manors. The essence of MGTOW.

I love the feeling of walking in to a quiet apartment after a long day, loosening my tie, kicking off my shoes, and looking out the windows to a view of Manhattan. To me that’s peace & solitude.

Thinking back on it – i’ve only ever shared that moment with one woman, once. That was my housekeeper, and she knew enough to keep her mouth shut while i was reflecting. She’s the only woman that’s allowed to swing by on the regular lol

[ResidentEvil7Participant 9540]

I have the same plan. Right now I’m currently unemployed and have to live with my dad until I hopefully get back on my feet. When I do get back into the job world, save up my money, I plan on moving to a nice house that’s a few minutes away. I want to bring my best friend (who I am EXTREMELY FURRIOUS with right now and for the next 5 weeks — I won’t get into it here), and live a life of happiness, no woman (including family), not having to buy each other expensive gifts every Sunday. I think living with a “close” friend rather than some woman would be more fun.

https://themanszone.webs.com/

[KnxGuy MGYParticipant 19]

“that’s life”

… no “that’s women” …

[MadGamerParticipant 78]

While I’ve never had the experience of dating/being married, most if not everyone in my family that’s in a relationship is miserable almost 90% of the time. My parents fight almost weekly, my sister dates men like a f~~~ing PUAs f~~~s women, my aunts bitch about why their boyfriends/my uncles don’t make up their minds, most of the younger women who are my cousins are feminist c~~~ lords who start drama over nothing, and my aunts who have no husband/boyfriends are bitching about how lonely they are.

I’m so f~~~ing glad I’m single and never dated or got married. Too much trouble.

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