I am here because I am tired. I will not pretend I am not pissed off, but I have been pissed off before. Now, finally, I am tired enough to take my life in new direction. I am tired of paying everyone else’s bills; financial, social, aspirational, and emotional. I am tired of meeting the expectations of relationship partners; pursuing the advancement of their lives, recoveries, and goals at the cost of my own. I am tired of finding myself yet another year older and not a day richer (in any sense of the term). I do not hate women, nor do I mistrust all of them. In fact, my decision to go my own way was solidified by a good female friend, who challenged me to realize I was bound to repeat the history of my life without a significant change in both my priorities and devotion to an ideal of women that has all but ceased to exist. Nor do I blame most women of our present culture for their erosive proclivities. Most have been raised to expectations long since set on a course toward personal and societal destruction. I simply must excuse myself, and no longer lend one more voice to the dissonant chorus that resonates throughout this asylum in which our culture has entombed itself.