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I think most women can’t help trying to control their husbands – the irony is that they are increasingly miserable and insecure if they succeed. Deep down they don’t like being controlling and start despising their husband’s weakness and feel insecure because it’s like they are their husband’s mother while he is a child, leaving them the only adult in the house. In my opinion women’s attempts to control their husbands are an instinctively motivated test of his strength and character. Deep down they want the man to rise to their challenge, not give in. Giving in to them all the time brings out their worst while standing up to them in a fair-handed way brings out their best. Their negative tendencies are reined in instead of encouraged.
Modern marriage is nothing but relationship insurance for women. When they get married, they can have their kids which further keep you in check.
The only chance a man has to be happy with his wife is if he does stand up to her. Over time the nagging, moods, etc greatly lessen if you make sure those tactics are the one sure way she never gets her way.
Most of us don’t talk things out before
because things are ideal. You have a lot of sex, and you do what we want. So what’s to talk about? We were young and stupid, and didn’t realize the wedding cake was laced with Dr Jekyll’s secret formula.
Society expects me to waste my life by serving others as a worker-drone in organised gene replication unit. Thanks, but no thanks. I will spend my life doing things that are good for me, because I am worth it.
My marriage is destroying me. I don’t know if I can ever regain my happiness. Thinking back on my life the other day, I realized that I was actually a happy person once. I loved life, I enjoyed other people’s company, I had hopes and dreams. It
almost startled me to realize that was me instead of another person I was jealous of.
The bottom line is this: Women don’t know what the fuck they really want. Guys are so fucking simple. We know EXACTLY what we want: Sex or blow jobs about 3 or 4 times a week, a good pizza or burger every now and then, and about one day a week that we can go do stuff that we like, whether it’s poker or golf or what have you. How hard is that to understand?
Women, on the other hand, have NO CLUE what they want. They’ve been told they can have it all, that they need to be this or that, that they need to do this or that. I don’t think many of them honestly know what it is they want. They only know what it is they don’t have. You hit it on the head. they don’t know, but they sure feel like whatever it is, it’s not enough, life sucks, and they need to take their unhappiness out on you.
Marriage is for women, not men.
All married men who are sober are miserable to one degree or another. Successful marriages are made by the man convincing himself he’s not as unhappy as he knows he is. Question: Why do men die before their wives?
Answer: Because they want to.
Face it, most women are selfish.All the wedding and receptions I see know are really just a celebration by the woman for the glorification of herself. What guy would go spend $20 grand or more on a wedding. We’d buy a monster big screen TV and power tools for the basement. Most american woman are so selfish they really don’t give a fuck about the man. To them its all about ME ME ME
and you better work harder to give it to them. Thank God I’m not married, but I look at friends who are and just go “you poor bastards”.
I know 2 guys. Both make good money, are good looking, and great dads. Their wives are depressed, putting on weight, don’t work, want him to take the kids or start working as soon as he walks in the door. One goes out and gets massages and her nails done, also want a cleaning lady. Like WTF, is this some sort of full time vacation for her? Man, the dudes are like perfect husbands and they treat them like dirt. I feel sorry for you bastards. I know, it hurts I don’t have kids, but that can be a fantasy gone bad too these days. Just go to any mall.
For 19 years I’ve been tracking married couples where I work, people I socialize with, etc. 85% or so – the women have become fat and sexless and the men are miserable. If you have one of the 15%, be thankful on a daily basis. I’ve been fucking other women for 13 years. I warned her she was not cutting me off, but losing her place in line. Choose your mistresses very carefully and you will find there is plenty of sweet girls out there still eager to fuck you.
My wife was a complete off the wall fuck machine before we got married. Fun, energetic, beautiful.Now? Overweight, tired all the time, and forget a goddamn blowjob. Counting down the days…oh yes indeed.
Early in my marriage I found that I got the best behavior from my wife immediately after a fight in which I raised my voice and told her with authority that her behavior was not appropriate. She would start an argument usually by refusing to do something which we had previously agreed was her responsibility, or sometimes by speaking to me inappropriately. At first, I would try to address the subject reasonably, explaining the reasons why whatever she did was wrong.
Eventually, I figured out that she knew damn well whatever she did to start the fight was wrong. She was just waiting for me to call her on it. A sort of test. We get along much better now. I think part of the problem is that I was raised without a dad, and my mom was a very strong figure who always told me that marriage was an equal partnership, etc. I’ve found this to be true in a way, but not the way I thought. Marriage is definitely a partnership, but both partners must acknowledge that gender roles are absolutely necessary to make it work. You can’t have a marriage of two neuters, the dynamic just doesn’t lend itself to a long-term happy couple. There has to be a man, and a woman.
They eat while the man is at work. They’re like the Terminator going after food instead of Sarah Conner. They never stop. They can’t be reasoned with! In a similar thread a while back, some guy describes his obese, couch potato wife as “a piece of furniture that talks and never shuts up”
A comedian did a bit once about men and women. Men are like dogs: You know EXACTLY what they like, what they want, and how they will react to whatever you do. Women are like cats: There is no fucking way to tell what they want, and if you do one thing one day, there is no guarantee that they will react the same way the next time you do it.
Your (everyone who has posted in this thread thus far) problem is that you unconsciously need a female’s approval. That when she simply refuses to give you “approval” you give in. Dump that need for approval and tell your unconscious Little Boy to go fuck himself.
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I’ve been married for ten years, and it sucks, a lot. I love my kids, but my wife is a control freak and her main mission in life seems to be to grind me down into some sort of Stepford Hub. As an example, I went to pick up my daughter at a birthday party over the weekend. For once, the people throwing the party didn’t have a lot of money, and it was a smallish, sort of cheap house, with a few kids in the back yard swimming in an above-ground pool, which was deep enough for them to swim, but not so deep they could get into any trouble. For once, the party wasn’t some frantic, ubermommy running around trying to outdo her friends. My daughter had spent two or three hours swimming in the pool, and had a blast. So when I got home, I told my wife that it was a great party, the best I’d ever seen, and she got all pissed because I apparently had implied that the party she was going to throw in a week for my daughter wouldn’t be as good, and wasn’t that insensitive of me, and so on. I wish I had not married her, except for the kids. The thing I learned is that power is a really important thing in marriage. Once they realize you have the power, women are far, far nicer to you. It’s fucked, but they are. As for those who are considering marriage, do it if you want kids, but remain in control, and don’t let her even think about trying to change
[In response to a 36-year-old man considering marriage]: Never get married. You’re finally at the age where life starts getting really good: You can date a girl half your age and it’s LEGAL!!! From my experience, the 10-15 years age difference in a “more sophisticated”
woman hasn’t made any difference in anything. Women are now perpetual teenagers who never grow up, so you may as well get the body that matches the mind.
That’s just luck. A lot of men do everything “right” and when they marry are sure their SO is rational, loving, into sex, etc. Whether the woman stays like that is down to luck – all a man’s judgment and actions do is maximize his chances of success. A lot of women put on their best face before marriage at the subconscious level and stop making the effort afterward. They don’t even do this consciously, so they seem to actually BE better women beforehand, rather than putting on an act. It can be almost impossible to see this kind of thing coming. If a woman, for whatever reason, changes or decides she is no longer satisfied in marriage, the man is screwed. He doesn’t need to actually do anything wrong.
So you call their bluff. You’d think going without sex for a while was some kind of intolerable torture. Pop in a porn. Rub one out. You’ll survive and you’ll have cut off that source of power she has over you. Freedom always comes at a price – pay it willingly. The irony is that if withholding sex gets her what she wants with you, she’ll only do it more often. Make it irrelevant to her getting what she wants and she’ll stop using that tactic. You’re just creating a rod for your own back with your short-sightedness. Think with the big head for a change.
Marriage for a man these days is handing a woman an axe, then putting his head on a chopping block in the trust that she won’t cut it off. She doesn’t do the same for him.
I’m tired of fucking by a script. We’re allowed to fuck in certain positions that are to come in a certain order. There are to be no deviations from the script. Ever. (It goes without saying there are no blowjobs in the script.) It bores me to tears. I’d way rather jerk off, which is pretty much what I do these days. If I jerk off I can at least fantasize about some fucking variety.
I showed the thread page to a friend at work, and he laughed his ass off.
Number of postings on a thread about Rove: 12.
Number of postings on a thread about Iraq: 22
Number of postings on a thread about movies: 7
Number of postings on a thread asking how many married guys hate their life: 7,000.
I just wanted to re-iterate something. It’s not that women love you because they need you. Their love IS their need. They are the same thing. That is all their love is. They invented the word “love” and replaced it over the more honest fact of their need, and surrounded it with all this fictional bullshit, a hundred years back, to better trick men like you into committing to things without knowing what you’re getting into. They don’t love “you” at all. They love the image of you, what you provide to them that they want or need, what fantasy number you can help them check off of their internal list. If you look at a women’s life… her series of lovers that she takes…. the high-school boyfriend…the college professor fling…. the Harley-driving boyfriend…. the rich stock broker boyfriend, the solid child-raising husband…. All of the guys she “loves” are just a set of internal fantasy men that she has in her head from adolescence. When she finds a convenient guy who happens to fit a fantasy, she acquires him, experiences him, fucks him, whatever, so she can check off one row of her mental list of fantasy conquest boyfriends. In most cases if you ask her what the guy was actually LIKE, what he thought, what he cared about, etc, it’s unlikely she even noticed. His actual thoughts were irrelevant. His wants and needs, his dreams, weren’t something she was even conscious of, except to the extent that his dreams were part of her fantasy of him. He wasn’t really a human being at all, in her view. Many women really view men as horses, and they are the riders. High-strung, maybe beautiful horses yes, but in the end, just animals to help them achieve their goals.
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She refuses to work. She always has some excuse. She’s depressed, she won’t make a lot of money, I make enough for both of us, she takes care of the house (not really). It’s one thing after another. So I just save myself the trouble and don’t bring it up anymore.
My life sucks but my wife certainly doesn’t.
Eleven years. My wife is currently out a Wal Mart buying worthless plastic shit. She’s 70 lbs overweight. If it wasn’t for the kids I would kick her fat ass to the curb.
REPLY: Do it now you stupid fuck! Save yourself! I have been married 38 years, two years ago I checked with an attorney and if we split up you know what she gets? She gets EVERYTHING. Know what I get? I get NOTHING. Yeah, you will have child support but you will also be bying the 27 years I squandered. DO IT! Save yourself and you will thank me later.
I used to have friends – ’til I got married.
I used to have fun – ’til I got married.
I used to have money – ’til I got married.
Someone get me a gun. I’d rather be buried.
The biggest problem I see is men getting married “because she wants to”
That is automatic disaster, no exceptions.
I make it work, but only within the context of the shittiest existence I can imagine in terms of what I expected in marriage – versus what I got.
What I expected: laughter, doing everything together (from boring bill-paying to swing dance lessons to movies on the couch to Sunday morning papers to buying tampons to medical problems when they arose to whispered sweet nothings to deciding on a new sink for the kitchen to…), great sex for life, growing old together, dying while looking into her eyes.
What I got: a woman who after marriage instantly turned into a shrewish whining nagging sexless frigid materialistic petty manipulative wife who only cares about how much money I make, constantly upgrading her wedding diamond (it’s now 3.67 carats), and spending my cash on clothes from N-M, goddamn fucking window treatments from some specialty shop, and endless fucking shit from Pottery Barn that has nothing to do with my life or our life. Biggest mistake? Should’ve spent more than 4 years getting to know her. Should’ve not let the great sex cloud my mind. Goddamn it all to hell.
To those who aren’t married, one key thing: Take a good look at the girl’s mother. She will, invariably, become just like her mother. You’ll want to believe this isn’t the case for your sweet little thing. You’re wrong. Completely wrong. Bank on it.
An earlier poster said to look at the mother to see what the GF will end up being. That’s true enough, but look at the father as well. If he appears worn down and henpecked then take a good look at your own future.
Look. I’ve spent a couple of years studying this and thinking about it.
I am not going to spend my life like this. Here are a few things I’ve learned:
1) Women respect power. They will never admit it or even know it, but that’s what they respond to. Period.
2) Women don’t know what they want.
3) A lot of women aren’t actually very smart.
4) We are living in a culture that systematically degrades men. If there was a female Homer
Simpson character, there’d be a civil war.
5) Read the following books:
• “No More Mr. Nice Guy”
• “What Men Know and Women Don’t”
• “The Manipulated Man”
The whole society has, at this point, devolved to the point that you accept that you’re supposed to be this kind of infantilized miserable wife-assistant. It’s actually not funny.
This is the big problem: WOMEN ALWAYS CHANGE post marriage — men generally DO NOT
REPLY: TRUE!!! And the funniest part is that we men get married thinking that the woman WON’T change and they get married thinking how they WILL change the man!
My plan is to live with a woman to see what it’s like. If she’s intolerable, then I’m outta there.
REPLY: She won’t be intolerable until you’re married. Take it to the bank. Tattoo it to your arm. Link to this thread. Whatever, just don’t fucking forget it and if you choose to ignore this statement then remember that we told you so.
She changed after marriage. I guess once they have that claim on half your stuff they lose the incentive to hold back from grinding you down into a pulp of misery.
This thread should be bookmarked forever. Dr. Phil and Oprah can choke on this s**t. I divorced my wife 4 years ago. The best move I ever made in my life. I worked an engineering job and worked retail at night so she could stay at home with the kids. Did not matter, was not enough. I said enough, see you later.
Women will always test men’s boundaries. You kid yourself if you think you can avoid this by giving in – that just makes the behaviour worse while causing her to lose respect for you. It’s what creates the nagging harpy that makes the whipped man’s life a hell. If you really have no energy or heart to stand up to a woman you should stay single. And it’s not a constant struggle. The man who stands up to his wife goes through short, but sharp conflicts without caving in order to get the respect from the woman that allows her to see him as her equal so that most of the time their time together is pleasant. The more consistent the man is in standing up to the woman the less she feels the need to test him. The whipped man on the other hand goes through a daily low-level hell of control, nagging and belittlement from the woman in order to avoid any larger conflicts. It’s a very poor trade off.
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So, here’s my story. Tough day at work. Arrive home to find wife allegedly had tough day at home with kids. She says she’s tired, and obviously she’s in a bad mood. I offer to do the dishes, and she refuses. So, as I do most nights, I put the two youngest to bed, then spend an hour playing chess with the older one, before putting her to bed. Right before this, my wife asked me if I was going to do the dishes. I said “sure”, and she went out to Blockbuster to get a DVD. At the end of the whole process of putting the kids in bed, I emerge, and find my wife finishing the dishes, angry. She begins to ream me out for not doing the dishes, and I say something like, look, I just finished putting the kids to bed. She then goes over and tries to put a DVD in the player. It jams — we’ve been having trouble with it lately — and she smashes her fist into it, breaking it, and the VCR, and begins ranting about how she’s sick of living in the house we live in, and so on. Basically, abusive. I respond by saying, literally, “Go abuse someone else.” She then responds with a string of four letter words, and stomps out. I leave the house, and go to the gym. When I return two hours later, she’s in bed and asleep, and my pillows are on the living room floor — sleep out here, tonight, buddy. That’s fine with me — I was planning to sleep in the living room anyway. We haven’t had sex in two months. We have three young children — a divorce would be a disaster. I own my own business, and after three years of ass-busting effort, with absolutely no support from her, it’s finally taking off. I’m past the point of wondering why this happened to me, but I’m kind of amazed. Someone has to have a sh**ty marriage. Someone has to marry the disaster. Someone has to be trapped. Look, it’s me! I mean, I’m a grown man, and I have someone in my house who repeatedly has these psychodramas, and now it’s part of my life, too.
It’s a weird situation. On the one hand, you don’t want to be a beta and put up with this shit. On the other, you also don’t want three little kids to grow up in an atmosphere of constant warfare, fighting and so on. And she’s almost completely incapable of rationally discussing an issue, and working together to arrive at some kind of workable solution. It’s all demands, irrational rage, and pouting. If there were no children, I’d simply leave. But I can’t. So you begin to develop this really bizarre relationship where you emotionally isolate her, acting sort of semi-normal, but not letting her know anything about what you really feel or want because she’ll use it against you. I lie constantly.
You know, as I type this, about fifteen feet away is a DVD player with the spindle, or whatever you call it, open and the shelf sticking out, jammed, broken and useless. The VCR slot where the tape goes is gaping open, too, broken and useless. And this kind of stuff is part of the fabric of my life, like my jeans, and my car keys. It’s like having someone spray-paint obscenities on the living-room wall, and just pretending it isn’t there. But you have to. I don’t know where this hate-filled child came from, but I can’t just make her stop.
REPLY: The sad thing is that there are 10 of these stories for every one. Gentlemen, the above is the norm. It isn’t any better for your neighbour than it is for you. This is life for those of us men who marry.
Only boneheads marry.
REPLY: Speaking as someone married for 23 years, I AGREE WITH YOU! Stupidest thing I ever did. I seem to remember thinking I was going to get lots of sex from her or something equally insane.
I knew everyone in her family before I knew her. We dated for 4 years before getting married. She was smart, funny, kind, thoughtful, witty. THE DAY OF THE WEDDING, right after she got that ring, she changed. I should’ve walked out but I had been telling myself for months that marriage is for keeps so at first you rationalize her behaviour, thinking “oh she’s geeked over the wedding”
. Then the sex stops, then the nagging and pestering and arguing starts. I thought i was marrying my very best friend, lover, confidante, and intellectual and emotional peer. She changed gears and never looked back, concentrating on spending my money and having party after stupid mind-numbingly boring party and buying the next house and redecorating and getting more jewellery and… anything but pal-ing around with me and fucking my brains out and laughing with me and walking hand-in-hand with me. In other words all the shit she SAID she would love to do until the day we died.
The last time my wife and I had sex (two weeks ago) during the humping phase she comments “when you get done, can you take a sock and clean the cobwebs off the ceiling?”
REPLY: That is one of the most depressing things I have read. And I have read this entire thread.
Over 50% of marriages in this country end in divorce. Sometimes “taking responsibility” means getting the hell out of a fucked up situation. Regardless of that, it is a certainty that women will change after you get married. It is rarely for the better, which is why this thread exists in the first place.
This thread is highly enlightening in a way only possible through the recent existence of
the public internet. Ten years ago, this conversation would never have existed. Thanks
Just finished reading this thread. F**k I am depressed. My GF wants to get married and I am thinking: “No Way”.
I am really fucking stupid. I didn’t marry because I thought I’d get pussy all the time or anything like that. I married because we were “best friends”
and we could talk about anything. Actually all we can talk about now is how I need to make more money to buy more shit I don’t want and nobody in the world needs. We need a new house. We need a new car. we need new furniture. Fuckin’ A, I need a new life.
What the young hens of today don’t realize is that “popular culture” systematically poisons them against appreciating all the “stuff” that men do.
The problem is too much self-esteem. These days, if you have a vagina, you think the world owes you pretty much anything you want, whenever you want it.
REPLY: Applies to women from European countries as well.
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I just broke up with my fiancee!! I took her out and said I felt we should put our wedding plans on hold, and she went CRAZY on me. I ended up breaking it off with her completely. Mine made the mistake of entering wife mode before she was my wife…I have a house and a trust fund, and could not risk marrying someone who showed signs of being a wife as described by this thread. Three days now, and she is spamming my phone 10 times a day, alternating between rage and repentance….
If you are a married guy, the chances are that you’re only reading this during a brief pause in listening to your wife’s whining. “That toilet needs unblocking, help me with dinner, hurry up laying that patio, kiss my rosy ass, etc. Being a bachelor, my Sunday is very, very relaxing compared to that of a married man.
Thanks to going to bed at 5:30AM after a relaxing night of surfing the internet and watching porn, I slept in a little bit late this morning. It was actually the afternoon – 12:25PM to be exact – when I finally sat up in bed, yawning and scratching my big bachelor nuts. There’s no woman next to me to tell me to shift out of bed at 7:00AM and mow the fucking lawn. Admittedly I don’t have a woman in bed with me to have sex with, but given that about 70% of marriages are sexless and the rest involve sex only on her terms (i.e. when you’ve just bought her a new dress) the chances are that many married men reading this have had to satisfy themselves like I do, with a quick meeting with Madam Palm and her Five Lovely Daughters. Except, as a bachelor, I can indulge in the pleasures of onanism in the living room without having to worry about some Nagmonster barging in and shrieking “OMG! WTF! You disgusting pervert!”
So, anyway, I’m up at half-twelve. I had a nice cigarette whilst checking my e-mails. Then I had a coffee and another cigarette whilst playing a bit of Soldier of Fortune II until I got bored of shooting virtual people’s virtual brains out. A nice big fry-up followed. Mmmm…sausages and bacon. Are women more likely to be vegetarians? I’ve heard they are. I’ve known guys who pitifully give up meat just because their ‘missus’ is a veggie. Meat is good. Meat is tasty! Yes, I know full well that an animal died to provide the juicy slabs of bacon on my toast this morning, and I salute that dead animal for its brave sacrifice in the service of providing nice breakfasts. I’ll salute its sacrifice again tomorrow when I fry and eat the bastard’s other ass cheek. Come two o’clock and I’m down at the local supermarket. I bought some booze, hamburgers, potatoes, bacon and waffles. I also bought some pizza that, right at this moment in time, I’m currently stuffing into my mouth. Munch munch. I’m also currently watching Beavis & Butthead. I downloaded a few episodes via BitTorrent the other day. It’s not even six and I’m pleasantly drunk, eating pizza and watching some great comedy. What’s planned for this evening? I’ll probably have a nice relaxing bath and read Viz whilst I’m soaking in the tub. Then I’ll probably have a few more glasses of wine and watch some of the many South Park and The Simpsons episodes that are lying around the Hard Drives of my five computers. Also, I’ve just reinstalled Deus Ex and I’d like to play some of that too. Who knows what the future may bring? Whatever I want it to, that’s what.
If I was married I would probably be standing in a stupid department store right now, looking at my watch and tutting whilst the wife decides which dress she’s only going to wear once she wants to buy with my money! But I’m not married. I’m an eternal bachelor. To put it another way, I’m eternally happy and free.
I don’t try to split or evenly balance the blame. Some is mine for not listening to my heart and getting married at 21. Another portion is mine for not dumping her when she changed instantly after getting the ring and the ceremony. But the majority of the blame is hers (not that that fact makes things any better), for dating me for 4 years and never letting me see the real her and doing such a convincing job of lying to me that I believed it and of changing the second she got her precious 4 carat diamond ring. She has resisted years of efforts to attend counselling, talk about our dysfunctional relationship in private, try new ideas, you name it. She is a conniving wife after nothing but my money who I will hate or expend effort ignoring until the day one of us dies.
After 23 years of marriage, my wife has filed for divorce. I was committed to a lifetime, not because there was any excitement to it, and certainly not because there was any great outpouring of sex, but because I bought into the idea that vows met something, and the kids would be healthier with a stable home.
I will never marry again, as there is nothing in women worth making a commitment to. As a rule, they are shallow princesses who have bought into the notion that they should drive Mercedes, turn in the original wedding ring for a flashier one, and be provided for in a fashion that allows them to have a nanny raise kids while they shop for shoes. My wife read Bon Appetit only. She would have tea with girlfriends that totally trashed their husbands, and they compared lifestyles so that they could all envy the ones with bigger, better more. Life is all about pleasure for themselves. Mine has no concept of work, and no concept of what it takes to make a living in the world. Of course, she wants her freedom and support from me at the same time. Judges are not made to account, and they condone the actions of unscrupulous ball crunching lawyers that make a mockery of the law and the rules of discovery. In most states, the woman can give out sex to everyone but her husband, and on divorce the husband is supposed to be her ATM forever.
I think a lot of the dissatisfaction for we married men comes down to expectations that society shovels on to us. We support the household, but that is expected of us so that doesn’t “count”. After you work your 60 hour week at a job you loathe, so you can pay the mortgage, the car payments, the food bill, etc. it is a zero-sum game. What else have you done for me, she will say. Its no longer enough that we support her, now we have to be in tune with her feminine side, anticipate her mood swings and always be on the ready like a ninja to leap into action and provide for her latest whim. Men are just not appreciated for what they do best, that is earn a living.
I’m married and I hate my life. Gents, most of the worst negatives about marriage posted in this thread are true. Not all of them, but probably over 90%. I’m 35. I’ve become a closet alcoholic because of my marriage and my spineless self. Vodka, usually with OJ but sometimes straight. Keeps me just numb enough to handle the day. But if I can keep one man from throwing his life down the shitter by convincing them not to get married I will have redeemed myself.
My wife was up at 6 this morning, reading. I got up around seven, and spent the entire day with the kids. As usual, she sat down around 9, and fell asleep in her chair, and went to bed. I am absolutely last on her priority list. She’s on every committee in the world, involved in the kids’ schools and has basically checked out of the marriage. I’m starting to research how to conceal assets. This is ridiculous. I have to get out. Don’t get married.
The men who get fucked the worst in divorce are the ones who took feminists at their word and thought marriage was an equal partnership.
For me the ownage is year round. She doesn’t work. I pay for everything. No matter how much money I make she rachets up the spending so we’re still living paycheck to paycheck.
This is one of the MAIN reasons for conflict in marriage right here: women promise men sex on demand for life in exchange for the ring. The second they get the ring, they begin their indoctrination of “idiot! i lied! no sex for you – come back – 20 years!!!”Most women actually enjoy picking out new window treatments and stainless kitchen appliances more than having the wild sex they used to enjoy with their men before they got married.
Their main desire is to control the male orgasm, because they disdain masturbation, hate porn, and will crush your balls if you fuck someone else.
Most women keep the lie “I’ll keep up my appearance, stay employed and support my kids from previous relationships, and stay sexy sane and sober”
…. until they get married then the truth: “I’ll get repeatedly fired for failing drug tests, drink excessively, periodically go crazy, balloon to a size 18, and loose all interest in lovemaking”.
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My god, Machiavelli was right. Control or be controlled, its that simple.
Marriage is like a boring dinner that lasts your whole life and had dessert at the beginning.
The main concern for most women is to address their wants and desires, without thinking about what it take to achieve those wants and desires. A husband, to most women, is simply a tool to use in order to achieve said wants and desires.
This is my wife:
• “We need a new house… blah blah blah….”
• “I need a bigger diamond in my wedding ring… blah blah blah… ”
• “I want a new car…blah blah blah… ”
• “If you loved me you wouldn’t be so cheap… blah blah blah… ”
• “Sure, I don’t work but that doesn’t mean I have time for cooking or cleaning house… blah blah blah”
It seems that your wives don’t respect you guys. They have what they want, and they take it for granted. You are a money-making doormat to them.
Getting married was the WORST decision I have ever made in my life. Of course, I married an AMERICAN JAP wannabee — thinking that the woman she PRESENTED before marriage was the woman she would be right after I do.
(1) We agree on love, respect, honesty, money and career.
(2) We get married. All bets are off.
(3) She quits job, refuse to work for duration, let’s her credit go to hell, leans on me to pay for her mortgage, credit cards, misc bills, car payment. Meanwhile, I pay for our house, all associated bills, medical insurance, utilities and incidentals. Side note, her credit was so shot (of course she never revealed this until after the deal was set) that I carried the loan in my name only for the new house we were to purchase together.
(3) I cut her off by refusing to pay for her bills (as listed above) — after 6 months – she becomes indignant. She becomes further in debt and creditors start their agenda. Oh well…
(4) She starts emailing and calling all of her old boyfriends while I am away slaving at the workplace.
(5) I give her an ultimatum to cut the shenanigans out. She denies, denies, denies. I call her bluff.
(6) Move her out to West Coast.
(7) Plan on buying her out of the equity accrued EVEN though she has not paid one single dime into any type of investment INCLUDING the house mortgage.
Bottom line: DO. NOT. MARRY.
The truth is that there is nothing we really want. We aren’t materialistic. If I supply her with knitting material she’ll be happy. Truth!
REPLY: That’s what I said too, sonny. You put that ring on her finger though, and all bets are off.
That’s my girlfriend. She’s a granola chick. Likes camping, hiking, etc.
REPLY: Unfortunately, she won’t be like this after you get married. Tale of Jekyll and Hyde.
Marriage is mostly a female ideal. Why should a man get married if he is of sound mind?
That’s what my wife did. In retrospect she lied to me more often than she told the truth, and she manipulated me and my calendar constantly. All the while I was loyal to her and to the kids. Slowly, they suck all of the life out of you until one day you discover that the whole relationship is lifeless. I’m finding, oddly enough, that it is the woman that discovers the relationship is lifeless before the man does. I think it’s because all the while, she was searching for wealth, shoes, and comparison shopping with her friends … and the logical end of all of that is that it leads to no where. The husband buries himself in his career and defines himself not as happy, but as provider and achiever. It is lifeless for him before it is lifeless for her, but she is the first to discover it. The male just resigns himself to the situation.
Then, the divorce comes. In more than 72% of the cases, it is the woman that files it. The husband feels used, betrayed, lied to, manipulated, and disconnected. She gets the children, he is booted from the house, the friends back off out of confusion, and he gets an apartment, bed, television and toaster. Her life continues without him. She gets support. He gets to pay it. Then the day comes when the divorce is final, and he discovers that he’s free. He’s not sure what he’s free for, but he knows that he is then enslaved to nothing but child support and alimony.
Look, the problem starts with girls playing with Barbie. They think everything should glitter. Even at age 4 they are vicariously trying to control Ken even while they fantasize about their own wedding. When women reach the mid or upper thirties or so, they realize they will not really glitter like Barbie any more. But they all have a friend that does, who drives the flashy Mercedes, and who seems to have a real life Ken that replaces the initial wedding ring with the bigger and sparkly one. So, they get dissatisfied with their husbands, because they are no longer Ken-like, and they blame their situation on him. To make the pain easier they spend him into oblivion until they decide to divorce him altogether. Men, on the other hand, grow up knowing that they will support the family. Barbie only knows that she will be kept. Men are raised to be men, but women are raised to be Barbie; the first can be sustained, the latter cannot.
I’ve been divorced for two whole days now. I was ambushed and surprised by an end to a 20+ year marriage. I provided the income; she stayed home. I worked long hours; she became bored with lonely evenings. She read fiction and romance novels; I read books about business, economics, and theology. She wanted more out of life, but she had no clue as to the sacrifices I made to support the family. I wanted more out of life, but she was totally uninteresting. I asked her to work part time so that I could work less, and we could spend more time together; work was beneath her, and would get in the way of outside activities. But I was loyal to our marriage and to my vows, and I love my kids completely; her search for more out of life led her to disloyalty and betrayal. I also became boring, I admit it. I would have stayed married to her forever because a commitment is a commitment, and especially because the kids do not deserve a broken home.
She justified her actions by demonizing me. It was the only justification her mind could make to allow her to do what she wanted to do. But she was also scared — she had steadfastly refused to enter the workplace. She wanted to continue her dependence upon me in the form of support even while she declared her independence from me in matters of togetherness. Her fear of the real world, and her desire to continue a unsustainable lifestyle proved to be a deadly combination once she learned to demonize me. The breakup became mean and evil, and any lie could be justified against the fear of the unknown. I’m no expert on divorce, as I don’t have the perspective of time. But I don’t know how to raise sons and daughters for the type of relationships we have today. 50% of all first marriages fail; 70% of all second marriages fail. Daughters need to be raised to be
independent, but to do so means that you are not raising them to be good wives. To raise them to be good wives, means they are vulnerable to a bad choice. I want my sons to live in trust, but how can they trust the type of women that America produces today? In the meantime, this sick situation is played out in a system that is horribly broken. The Family Law section of the bar does not police its own. Judges award custody to any woman who isn’t running both a meth lab and a prostitution ring. Judges don’t punish women for their faults, but any fault by men results in huge inequities in division. And good and decent men end up supporting ex-wives who simply want a change, but who are afraid of facing the world with the full consequences of their own decision. The Rambo-style system of modern divorce irreparably rips families apart. Thank you for your time.
Women make decisions that make them feel good in the short run. They want to get rid of their husband. They don’t consider the fact that after the rush of getting half his stuff they will have to get by on less than half his income, and whatever they can earn while raising the kids. Society used to protect women from their poor decisions by making divorce difficult to obtain, and providing no support for disloyalty. Before the dark times. Before feminism.
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I was happy but now I’m starting to wonder why I’m married.
Me: MBA. Career job. Low 6 figure income. Workout at the gym 3 days a week. Cook meals on weekends. Do major chores (i.e. the heavy lifting)
Her: At home mom – but our kid is in 3rd grade so she has all day home alone – she claims she cleans but it doesn’t take 6 hours per day 5 days per week to do the shitty job she does. She says she’s going to go back to work but she keeps finding reasons why she can’t work. Sex? None in 2 months (“urinary tract infection is cleared up but I’m afraid I’ll get another”) Fit? Not really So she has no ambition, provides nominal home value, is sexless. I’m not seeing the benefit of this marriage for me. What I have now for a wife is not what or who I married. I married an active, energetic woman. And now? She is pure couch potato. She talks a good game but when I get home, things are the same as before except she has moved on to the next book she wants to read. Meanwhile, I blow through my income buying her the house she wants, the vacations she wants, and so on.
Two years of Marriage. I’m depressed and turning to pot and alcohol. I’m not allowed to DO anything without “permission”. I used to live life to the full, now I just exist to pay the mortgage and fill the shelves full of worthless crap we don’t need. Thanks to the joyless fat whore I’m forced to spend the rest of my life with.
Women evolved to care for children and be cared for by men. They are sensitive to emotion, but not too good at math. If you want a miserable relationship try treating your woman as a rational adult.
I love this thread.
Men: Women are unable to form a rational thought or argument and are constantly hampered by emotion.
Women: Are not! You’re just being mean! Waaah!
Women still think it’s cool to argue any point, no matter how trivial, to the point of making their husbands dream of suicide, no matter what age they are. There is nothing on this Earth that can be worse than a life-long power struggle with an infantile woman. It’s no wonder so many men are happily letting their wives leave.
I think when we look at how so many of these marriages end up, we’ll find that its the male who continues to strive to meet his end of his promise long after she has merely changed her mind about hers.
I tried everything I could think of, read about, and hear of. Nothing worked. Whenever I would bring up the fact that I wish we could have sex more than once every six weeks – she would write up a laundry list of demands that she promised would improve things. Most of these things on the list had to do with buying her shit and doing things for her. Like many, I fell for it a few times and scrambled to make things better. That, of course, resulted in very little changing except that not only did I have to support my family with a 50 hour a week job, but I also had to cater to her B.S. and help her with the housework (she has no other job).
I am finally tired of what my wife is doing to herself physically. I feel my choices are leave or have an affair. I think I’d prefer the affair – then if she finds out, we will have broken up because I had an affair which somehow seems more palatable than saying we had a divorce because she GOT FAT!
Just a quick question, have any of you men spoken to your wives and really sat down and told her how you feel?
REPLY: I did. Once every 60-90 days or so … for years. It didn’t matter. My feelings were dismissed as being out of line. It always became twisted that there was still another way I could provide for her (as though 60-70 hour work weeks, remainder of the time helping around the house and yard, while she had a maid and no job was not enough). There was always something else that needed to be better or newer. Her happiness did not derive from me, nor did it derive from what she had internally. Her barometer of happiness was completely tied up in adequately keeping up with all the perks her girlfriends were getting. She didn’t love me. She only loved what I could provide. And though I was loyal to the vows until the end, she dumped me finally and gave me one ball busting of a divorce.
Ever see the old Twilight Zone where the little boy has psychic powers and he can torture and kill anyone with a thought? That’s the power no fault divorce gives to any woman you are foolish enough to marry. How many people can be trusted with that kind of power?
A father leaves work a little late one night and, while on his way home, he remembers that he has not yet purchased a christmas gift for his young daughter. He quickly parks his car in front of a toy store and asks the salesperson:
“How much is the Barbie in the window?”
With a convincing voice, the salesperson replies:
“Well, we have ‘Barbie goes to the gym’ for $19.95…
‘Barbie plays Volleyball’ for $19.95…
‘Barbie goes Shopping’ for $19.95…
‘Barbie goes to the Beach’ for $19.95…
and ‘Divorced Barbie’ for $265.95…
The surprised man asks: “What? Why does the divorced Barbie cost $265.95 when the rest are only $19.95?”
Salesman says: “Sir, the ‘Divorced Barbie’ comes with Ken’s car, Ken’s house, Ken’s boat, Ken’s furniture, Ken’s computer, and one of Ken’s friends.”
And also…remember that you cannot argue with an emotional women. Never. if she is in that crazy mood. DO NOT TRY AND REASON. Say something like “I’m sorry you feel that way.” If it continues then say, I’m not discussing thus further right now and walk away or make a phone call or pick up your copy of GQ and start reading it. Eventually she’ll calm down and maybe you can discuss it. maybe not. But at least you are not expending all that energy. Its a waste. You need to view your wife in that state like your 7 or 8 year old tantrumming child. You cannot reason with them. Don’t try. Don’t be manipulated. Just be the man. Have a backbone. Stay calm.
This thread may outlast 50% of marriages. Men should join the marriage strike, otherwise you may end up broke and indebted to the cupcake you thought was going to keep the wedding vows. Cupcake loves child support and alimony plus your house and everything else you give. Marriage is a business now run by the government to steal your money and redistribute to the women that are too irrational to control or take care care of themselves.
Marriage strike? I thought I was the only one. Divorce changed my life in many ways (5 years now). Not only have I staged my own marriage strike, I made and inventory of my life as regards to female influence all together. As a result, I have reduced my overall relations with women. I still f**k with them ever now and again when the biological needs arise, but not much else. I lost all respect for women once I came to understand them. All you really need to do is compare them to the standards of good behaviour towards our fellow man/woman that we apply to each other as men. Once you understand their motivations and values in life (as a whole, not the few individuals we all know) then your motherly-protectionist perspective kind of falls apart. The irony is that I have 5 year old daughter from that marriage. I watch her become more like her mother more and more every week.
REPLY: Amen brother. Once you truly realize the motivations behind your average woman (materialism, self-entitlement, self-righteousness, etc.), the reality becomes 100% clear.
After watching the Vermont Teddy Bear Company ad for Valentine’s Day on TV last night, I had a religious experience! I thanked my Lord and my God that I was saved from being one of the pathetic males in an office cubicle who succumbs to female pressure for that kind of gift just to get the annual lay. I’m very glad to be single again.
You’re gonna have to keep having affair after affair after affair for the rest of your life because passion normally runs it’s course in humans and ends after a year or two. That’s precisely why marriage, a long-term proposition, feels like it sucks.
Once when I brought up the possibility of having sex, yes a weak moment, she again complained about how she is always exhausted (not tired). So being the problem solver I am, I respond by saying we can have sex in the morning. “I don’t like sex in the morning”
, she says. She might as well have just said she didn’t like sex (with me, period, whatever) and left it at that.
I never knew how happy I was until I got married, then it was too late.
For thousands of years, yes thousands, women worked just as hard as men but at different tasks. Most of the tasks were agricultural – taking care of the chickens, collecting eggs, milking the cows, tending the garden, herding sheep. Indoor work was also labor-intensive just to maintain a semblance of cleanliness, cooking, canning, sewing, beating carpets. Women who were able produced products at home for sale. The stupid, spoiled, modern housewife ornament with every electronic gizmo and an unlimited budget is a part of the problem, not the solution.
SECTION 8 of 9
Smart is good. Educated is bad. Higher education will turn a nice girl into a man hating
REPLY 1:This is part of the consensus.
REPLY 2: Truth. Was involved with some woman awhile ago who had an MBA and she attributed every conflict she had a work with a man to the fact that she was a woman. Totally delusional and about everything, nothing but attitude. Very much part of the spoiled “I can do no wrong because I’m a woman” Gen-Y crowd.
Holy smokes women plan their divorce almost 30 months before they actually do it? Everyday you learn more about how devious the female mind can be. The internet may just save a lot of men grief from the biggest mistake of their lives, marrying a cupcake. Keep the thread going save the men! Marriage strike!
REPLY:Women are not capable of moral reasoning. The things that come naturally to sane men – fair play, honor, teamwork, loyalty – are alien to the female mind. A woman without children seeks the hottest or wealthiest man she can get to knock her up, and to marry the wealthiest man she can. If a better deal comes along she will instantly and without remorse dump the less wealthy or attractive man, and she will have the full backing of the modern totalitarian police state to take half the money and possessions of the man she betrayed. Give a creature with no conscience that kind of power and you have modern society, a culture in freefall, and soon afterwards the end of civilization.
Came home last night after working 15 hours, 9 am to midnight. Climb into bed, about three minutes later, the first thing she says, “are you mad at me?”
ask her, “Is it too much to expect to ask me how my day was and whether I’m doing all right after working for fifteen hours?”
I got yelled at for the next 45 minutes. I love marriage.
I string girls along, hinting at marriage. I get lots of pussy, let them clean my place, cooking and all that. Then I create a reason for the breakup. Rinse and repeat.
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men & women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. I have never figured out why the sexual desire gene gets thrown into a state of turmoil, when it hears the words “I do”
. Here’s an example of what I mean. One evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says “I don’t feel like it, I just want you to hold me.”
I said “WHAT????!!! What was that?!”
So she says the words that every husband on the planet dreads hearing…“You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.”
She then responded to my puzzled look by saying:
“Can’t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?”
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off from work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn’t decide which one to take so I told her we’ll just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you…. she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said: “That’s fine, honey”.
Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said: “I think this is all dear, let’s go to the cashier”.
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out: “No honey, I don’t feel like it.”
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled “WHAT???!!!”
“Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for awhile. You’re just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.”
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added:
“Why can’t you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?”
Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either.
How can my wife tell me that she’s “in love” with me and still leave me without sex for five years? How can I cope with this without resorting to divorce, affairs, or castration!!!
There is something that can be done. Men should just go their own way without women. No need for divorce if you never marry. No need to put up with crap if you never step in it. Keep the money we work hard for. Do what makes you happy.
I’m the one who works, but she can’t keep up her end of the bargain either sexually or in terms of housework. I run 4x a week, and she inhales Dove bars.
Let’s translate “loser”
from women-speak into English.
in woman-speak simply means a man who is smart enough to do things that are in HIS best interest.
• You don’t spend your hard-earned money on women – you are a loser.
• You expect regular sex – you are a loser.
• You are not interested in marriage – you are a loser.
• You don’t want to slave away 60 hours a week so a woman can buy a new SUV every year – you are a loser
• You prefer South American women who treat you better – you are a HUUGE LOOOSER
The alternative to “loser” is a pussified man. A pussified man does what a woman wants – he is a docile schmuck who slaves away at work and pays her bills and not
pesters her for sex. Another words, he is an ideal husband. So the next time woman calls you a loser, just smile and thank it for the compliment.
A man was walking along a California beach and stumbled across an old lamp.
He picked it up and rubbed it and out popped a genie.
The genie said: “OK. You released me from the lamp….. This is the fourth time this month and I’m getting a little sick of these wishes, so you can forget about three. You only get ONE wish.”
The man sat and thought about it for a while and said: “I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii but I’m scared to fly and I get very seasick. Could you build me a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over there to visit?’
The genie laughed and said: “That’s impossible. Think of the logistics! How would the supports ever reach the bottom of the Pacific? Think of how much concrete… how much steel! No, think of another wish The man said “OK”, and tried to think of a really good wish.
Finally, he said: “I’ve been married and divorced four times. My wives always said that I don’t care and that I’m insensitive. So, I wish that I could understand women… know how they feel inside and what they’re thinking when they give me the silent treatment…. know why they’re crying, know what they really want when they say “nothing”…. know how to make them truly happy”
The genie said: “You want that bridge two lanes or four?”
Bigamy is having one wife too many.
Some say monogamy is the same.
The day before I got married I *knew* in my heart it was not right. Married friends clapped me on the back saying: “we all felt that way. It’s just nerves”
. No, it isn’t. They wanted me in miserable Hell with them is all. Sure enough she’s a whining insufferable sexless female who hid that side of her personality from me until she got the ring.
To all men of all ages…..NEVER, and I mean NEVER EVER EVER NEVER get married or even engaged! String her along a little. If she stops putting out, dump her on the spot. It’s only a prelude to what’s coming (or not if you know what I mean!) Your life will suck. Complaining…. as soon as she mentions looking at rings….RUN!!!!
Sometimes, like right now, I wish that this thread existed before I was married. I might have been convinced that marriage isn’t the way to go.
REPLY: Again – after over 2 decades of anecdotal quasi-scientific research, about 6 out of 7 marriages suck for the man. 1 in 7 are good. Those are pretty much your odds. 6 out 7 for a lifetime of sexless hell, illogical complaining and nagging, and furtive stolen adulterous moments leading to her getting half your stuff.
Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman’s sex drive by 90%.
It’s called a Wedding Cake.
Why do men die before their wives? They want to.
A man who compromises when he’s wrong is wise; a man who compromises when he’s right is married.
SECTION 9 of 9
A young lady came home from a date, rather sad.
She told her mother: “Jeff proposed to me an hour ago.”
“Then why are you so sad?” her mother asked.
“Because he also told me he was an atheist. Mom, he doesn’t even believe there’s a hell.”
Her mother replied: “Marry him anyway. Between the two of us, we’ll show him how wrong he is.”
It is really scary how men that were once married tell me that they were always alone, only now they are divorced.
Women are never satisfied, no matter what you do, and marrying a being like this is a disaster waiting to happen.
Best thread ever. Read it all and save yourselves.
Arthur Schopenhauer’s essay “On Women”. (c.1865)
“The fundamental defect of the female character is a lack of a sense of justice. This originates first and foremost in their want of rationality and capacity for reflection but it is strengthened by the fact that, as the weaker sex, they are driven to rely not on force but on cunning: hence their instinctive subtlety and their ineradicable tendency to tell lies: for as nature has equipped the lion with claws and teeth, the elephant with tusks, the wild boar with fangs, the bull with horns and the cuttlefish with ink, so it has equipped woman with the power of dissimulation as her means of attack and defence, and has transformed into this gift all the strength it has bestowed on man in the form of physical strength and the power of reasoning.”
Day 485 without sex.
No, I’m not fat or ugly.
Yes, I’ve declined opportunities with other women in that time.
No, I would not recommend that any man get married.
My wife was great. She was hot and funny and nice. When we had our first child she replaced me with the child. She used to be frugal, but then she charged up the credit cards so much that it was like using drugs. Now 18 years later we are fucked beyond belief. She also does not have sex with me for two weeks at a time and thinks it’s normal. So I cracked and got a mistress. I should have divorced her long ago for my own survival, but I did not have the heart and still don’t.
Long ago, I had friends tell me to never get married and never buy a house with a pool. They were so very right about the pool. It is a major complication in my life and a money pit. If they were so very right about the pool, I can’t but wonder about the rest.
Women, especially those career chick American women, hate men that live well without them. American career chick women that I know, seem to constantly devise schemes and such to draw me into their miserable lives, but I just ignore them and continue about doing the things I want to in life and living well. I am sure I am not the exception to this, with American career chick women trying to sucker some other man into their miserable world of cats, television, and awful attitudes that don’t attract men – and they wonder why they are single?
By living well, you will also find that certain men will hate you too (this is called jealousy), but who cares, they have crap jobs as some type of salary man at big corporation X or what not, to support some nagging, abusive, demeaning wife under threat of divorce and losing it all or some ex-wife via alimony and child support, or have to put up with some American girlfriend, but you go home to peace and quiet, enjoying a fine cigar and cognac, contemplating what country to visit next in your pursuit of being a world traveller and connaisseur extraordinaire. You might entertain thoughts of having a family or kids, but then you look around at those that do here in the US, and realize, you won’t be getting off at that stop.
Wait for it, plenty of women in world, plenty of countries, pick a place you find that has good laws supporting men’s rights and family and such, and pitch your tent there if you so desire a family. In the meantime, live well, for every second you do such, you are giving the middle finger to countless people around you caught up in the system as well as the system itself, and you remain free. Indeed, as they say, living well is the best revenge.
Being unmarried does not equal being alone. That’s nothing but a made up scare tactic to trick someone in to signing over their freedom in some state endorsed contract. If its a person’s religion and they feel like making that commitment out of love, then that’s fine but why the hell the state has to come into it is beyond me. I think each and every individual should be able to provide for themselves. Why we have to lock one or the other into a binding contract is preposterous. The idea that I was too blind to see this 11 years ago makes me wanna kick my own ass. Now, its not all about what I want, its about hurting a child and making him feel like I rejected him… which is what he would be told and I know it. I have no issue with child support or giving her everything we own. I could start over naked and sleeping on a park bench and be in better financial shape in a month than I am now. It’s that one act of knowing she will hurt your child. Its that one act that I cannot let happen. I may be the loser now but if there are different levels of hell, she’ll get a boiler room view.
Another miserable fuck here. My wife found herself depressed after my son was born. So she has sacrificed sex almost completely so she can be a Zoloft zombie. Dr. Feminazi is only to happy to deal them out (3 years’ worth) because “sex is not important”. Fuck ’em all, i am going to continue hiding money, and plot the escape.
My wife changed almost the day after the wedding ceremony. She began behaving as if she was a child at home with me paying ALL the bills and her not contributing a penny and she did nothing but go out drinking with her friends and sleep all day. Anytime I questioned her she had a teenage fit (She was 30) exactly like a daughter arguing with her father.
I think basically she didn’t want to be an adult and as soon as she thought I was as stuck to her as her father had been she went immediately back to behaving like the stroppy teenager she really wanted to be with no responsibilities. And the amazing thing was how she had behaved like an adult woman in the six years we’d been
together before the marriage.
We’re in the middle of a divorce right now and she doesn’t believe its actually happening and calls me saying the room she’s staying in is so awful and the people are so terrible exactly like a student calling her dad with a sob story trying to get him to send a check. She’s in for a shock when the divorce is final and I stop being polite and pretending the divorce is just some paperwork we need to do as a family and she realizes she is on her OWN and that I’m no longer going to fix things she’s fucked up or pay her bills.
REPLY 1: She must be smoking hot, admit it, you were hypnotized by her looks…and thought she wouldn’t change.
REPLY 2: Yeah, let’s just ignore him saying: “And the amazing thing was how she had behaved like an adult woman in the six years we’d been together before the marriage.” You are either a hen or a naive guy who has no idea how drastically some women are capable of changing after marriage.The best fakers are those women who don’t just put on a shallow pretence, but actually ARE better people before marriage, yet once they get the ring they slide the bar from the best to the worst of their personality spectrum, because whether they have realized it at the conscious or subconscious level, they know they’ve caught the fish and no longer need to go to the effort of baiting the hook.
I’ve tried like hell to talk things out with my wife. All she does is complain and complain and say it is all my fault. Screw her. I dream of the day when we drop our youngest off at college. As we turn to get in the car I will be making a mad dash for the nearest taxi and head directly for the airport with a one way flight to the Caribbean. See YA.
You’d be surprised at how many women turn into asexual after marriage.
Marriage is stupid. it’s the fantasy of a woman.
Any man that gets married is simply a weenie.
REPLY: Nope, just naive. This thread is designed to educate.
Many, MANY women promise free sex on demand for life. Then the second they get that ring everything changes. Dump your friends and adopt hers, dump sports, dump beer, dump mellow weekends, dump sex.
Still, about 6 out of 7 women believe it is their right to trap a man and then gain 75-100 pounds – “Why should I be sexy? Sexy takes work and I already made him say he loves me no matter what!”
Don’t believe my figures? Do your own count at the mall.
Marriage is society’s way to harness a male to provide shelter and nice surroundings for the offspring and their mother. It is not meant for the well-being of the man.