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Name is Abdu, live in Laos, born on 24.08.1992.
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Seriously, I'd be so lucky to have found the blackpill when I did, if it wasn't already over for me and thus irrelevant.
There's so many MGTOW stories that are just heartbreaking. The guy not only gets cheated on, the wife is abusive, she goes out and parties all the time, she also gets alimony, gets child support, takes the kids, lies to every one of his friends and even family, and they now all turn against him. There's so many of these stories out there.
Here's one I read recently: I spent 5 years as a simp, a cuck, whatever you want to call me, because I believed if I worked harder and gave her more she would change, or maybe she would come home instead of going out partying. 6 months ago, she took our 2 kids and ran off, and I was at my last straw, emotionally drained, physically broken and mentally exhausted for spending my entire marriage busting my ass, playing single dad, working overtime and paying all the bills while she spent all day every day blowing my money and having fun. When I finally put my foot down, she left. I miss my kids, but I’m happy it’s over. You have to get to a breaking point to understand acceptance. Yeah, it sucks. But everything ends, and that includes the pain, the disgust, and the self loathing.The day she didn’t come home something clicked. I was talking to a buddy of mine the night before, a real religious guy. He said “all in God’s time”. And somehow it made sense to me. The next morning, I woke up early in my recliner, and sure enough she wasn’t home. So, In a solid state of mind (in the back of my mind I knew all of this was coming), I packed up her stuff, cleaned my house as best I could in the time I had, and went to work. She tried some sob story about how she had “thought about it and changed her mind and was coming home” but I was done. From there, I was fine. Until I had to see her. Having my kids over (they are 3 and 1) was rough, because they didn’t know what was going on or why they didn’t see me anymore (I used to be the primary caregiver). There were a lot of emotional breakdowns on my daughters part. A few months later, she left the state and took the kids and I haven’t seen them sense, and it may be for the best as she has sent people to harass me and threaten to kill me (a story for another time). Since then, I’ve tried dating, but it never worked out. So I began focusing on my new freedom. I’ve been on my motorcycle a lot, I’ve taken my boat out for the first time in years, I’ve gone to the shooting range for the first time in years, all things she hated me doing, but I’ve always enjoyed. Once you accept the fate of your life, it becomes easier to live. I’ve contemplated suicide, I’ve contemplated running to the end of the earth and going completely off the grid to avoid people, and in the end, it’s not worth it. Fuck what anyone says, I’m a good fucking guy. I don’t care what people say. I’ve lost friends because of her, I’ve lost family because of her. My name is shot because of her lies. So I ignore it and move on. I’m a nomad and an ex introvert. But thanks to her and what she did to me, I’m finally out of my shell. Make the best of your situation. In my 25 years of life, I’ve been places no person should ever be. I’ve been on foster homes, I’ve been homeless, I’ve been lost in the military sauce. Every single person in my life has abandoned me at some point or another. But it’s made me who I am. Grow from your situation. Learn from it. Everyone has skeletons in their closet. What defines us in life is how we move forward from our experiences.
There's so many MGTOW stories that are just heartbreaking. The guy not only gets cheated on, the wife is abusive, she goes out and parties all the time, she also gets alimony, gets child support, takes the kids, lies to every one of his friends and even family, and they now all turn against him. There's so many of these stories out there.
Here's one I read recently: I spent 5 years as a simp, a cuck, whatever you want to call me, because I believed if I worked harder and gave her more she would change, or maybe she would come home instead of going out partying. 6 months ago, she took our 2 kids and ran off, and I was at my last straw, emotionally drained, physically broken and mentally exhausted for spending my entire marriage busting my ass, playing single dad, working overtime and paying all the bills while she spent all day every day blowing my money and having fun. When I finally put my foot down, she left. I miss my kids, but I’m happy it’s over. You have to get to a breaking point to understand acceptance. Yeah, it sucks. But everything ends, and that includes the pain, the disgust, and the self loathing.The day she didn’t come home something clicked. I was talking to a buddy of mine the night before, a real religious guy. He said “all in God’s time”. And somehow it made sense to me. The next morning, I woke up early in my recliner, and sure enough she wasn’t home. So, In a solid state of mind (in the back of my mind I knew all of this was coming), I packed up her stuff, cleaned my house as best I could in the time I had, and went to work. She tried some sob story about how she had “thought about it and changed her mind and was coming home” but I was done. From there, I was fine. Until I had to see her. Having my kids over (they are 3 and 1) was rough, because they didn’t know what was going on or why they didn’t see me anymore (I used to be the primary caregiver). There were a lot of emotional breakdowns on my daughters part. A few months later, she left the state and took the kids and I haven’t seen them sense, and it may be for the best as she has sent people to harass me and threaten to kill me (a story for another time). Since then, I’ve tried dating, but it never worked out. So I began focusing on my new freedom. I’ve been on my motorcycle a lot, I’ve taken my boat out for the first time in years, I’ve gone to the shooting range for the first time in years, all things she hated me doing, but I’ve always enjoyed. Once you accept the fate of your life, it becomes easier to live. I’ve contemplated suicide, I’ve contemplated running to the end of the earth and going completely off the grid to avoid people, and in the end, it’s not worth it. Fuck what anyone says, I’m a good fucking guy. I don’t care what people say. I’ve lost friends because of her, I’ve lost family because of her. My name is shot because of her lies. So I ignore it and move on. I’m a nomad and an ex introvert. But thanks to her and what she did to me, I’m finally out of my shell. Make the best of your situation. In my 25 years of life, I’ve been places no person should ever be. I’ve been on foster homes, I’ve been homeless, I’ve been lost in the military sauce. Every single person in my life has abandoned me at some point or another. But it’s made me who I am. Grow from your situation. Learn from it. Everyone has skeletons in their closet. What defines us in life is how we move forward from our experiences.