MRP... You are making a believer out of me. This is long. Grab a drink. You might just relate.

I have been married 2 years, LTR 7 years. Just had a kid. I started out strong, but over the years, I have slowly let the Alpha I had from my dating years melt away and have become a full-scale beta bitch. A real "nice guy".

Sex started out great back in college. All kinds of freaky shit. Multiple times per week. I am happy. Then we move in together, and things get a little more "plain". "OK, maybe this is just how it is growing up" I think. We are both busy professionals, and I'm stacking paper like never before. Maybe I just let it slide...

We buy a house together. I'm killing it in my career (busted through $100k. Pushing $200k consistently), but it takes all my time, so I quit going to the gym...

I am busy AF at my career and she is a licensed accountant with a Masters degree. I'm looking for places to delegate, so I hand over the household finances. Totally. Just makes good sense right? (fml...)

She whines about work a lot when I get home and it pisses me off, so I tell her to just quit her stupid job. I make more anyways. She does. Whining decreases, which is nice... but sex continues to decrease. Was hoping for the opposite once she wasn't stressing. I let it slide, but it's eating away at me...

I start whining like a bitch to her that I need more. When it's been too long, I have tantrums like a child. This is not me. But in the moment, I just freak out. Punch a hole in the drywall, cry about it, etc.

I keep trying things. Dates, gifts, massages, every covert contract you can imagine. Nothing brings the sex back. In desperation I break down and visit prostitutes from time to time. Wife is still totally disinterested. What the fuck happened to me?

Fast-forward a bit. Wife wants to start trying to get pregnant while off of work. Sex is OK while trying, but really just a lot of missionary, and ONLY when she is sure she's ovulating... this isn't as fun as I expected. Whatever. We get pregnant. Suddenly sex basically stops dead. FOR. A. YEAR. Are the rules changing? What is happening now? By the end of pregnancy, I'm down to a disinterested duty hand-job every two weeks or so. Sex? Yeah right. I could get a duty starfish if I massaged her for an hour or some shit. Awesome.

Our kid was born 6 weeks ago and I beta'd even harder. Staying up all night to help with feedings. Getting no sleep. Cleaning the house constantly (why is a man who makes $200k doing fucking dishes every night? Because my wife doesn't like the idea of a maid... and doesn't like cleaning... and doesn't mind living in filth. Fuck me right?). I'm hanging out with the in-laws, running errands, changing diapers, Basically "serving" in any way I could. I had never been so miserable. Made this throwaway and victim puked about it on /r/daddit (go read the post if you're curious. It's shameful. I won't delete it. It's a reminder to me now of how low I was).

The big 6 week appointment where it's "OK" to have sex again came and went. Tried a few times. Whined when she wasn't interested. Had a full scale tantrum about it basically where I cried again (yes this is humiliating to admit).

The low point: One night, I am getting my beta on hard. Gifts, dinner, massages, etc. Baby is asleep. In bed I try to get a hand on her down there. Trying to be a little assertive, but she's just laying there. She worms away and says "It makes me uncomfortable when you touch me like that". This is it. This is my breaking point. I have no more fucks to give.

A switch flipped in my brain. I stared at her and couldn't say anything for a while. I wanted to freak out and throw another tantrum, but had already had a tantrum just a few days back. What was the point? Didn't change anything.

I just stared for a while. Then I rolled over, laid back down and started to think hard. Divorce? maybe... pretty shitty with a new kid. More prostitutes? maybe... but it doesn't make me feel any better really. An affair? maybe... I'll try anything. Just checking-off the options in my head with an open mind. I must make a change, even if it kills me.

She tried to talk to me, ask whats wrong, offer duty hand job, etc. I ignored it all. Got up, and left quietly. Was planning to set up a divorce. Got on my computer.

I started googling. ended up in /r/deadbedrooms. Yes, there are lots of people like me, all here whining... but they're just whining. No-one here has answers or success (sex). Someone mentions TRP in passing on deadbedrooms. I had heard of it before, but never took it seriously. That's for cartoonish "players" (right?). But I decide to reserve judgment. I'll try anything at this point. How much worse can it get? I end up at MRP...

Read a few posts. Sounds too good to be true, but the concepts click and make sense to me. I look over the side-bar. "Huh... TWOTSM..." my dad gave me this book years ago and I stuck it on a shelf to gather dust. I go grab it right away. I get a copy of NMMNG and start reading... Just a chapter a day. Learning all the definitions slowly: Frame, shit tests, fogging, covert contracts. "Oh my god they have names for all the shit I'm going through why haven't I seen this before?!" Thanks dad. I'm a stubborn asshole. I will listen to you more often.

NMMNG is basically inside my head now reading my life back to me. It's terrifyingly accurate. OK. They got me. I'm a statistic. Learning time.

Rebuilding from the ruins: I. stop. taking. shit.

I never realized how many times per day she asked me for stupid tasks. Just little stuff like "can you grab me a water bottle?" I know it's low level, but Nope. Ignoring it all now. She notices. This pisses her off.

Friends coming over and I clean the whole house spotless (a mistake, I know. More on this later.). She makes herself breakfast and leaves her pan in the sink right after. I normally would have grabbed it and washed it. No biggie. Instead I scold her like a child and say "clean up after yourself when you cook". This is not like me. She is stunned and shoots back "I will when I feel like it". Me "I just cleaned every other thing in the house. That is your fucking mess, and your fucking problem. You clean that shit up". Her "You're the one that wants to impress our friends, you deal with it". She has me. I realize I'm failing this shit test. "I like a clean house, and if you don't respect that and clean up after yourself, I am going to hire someone to do it until our divorce. I don't give a shit if they steal your jewelry or whatever scares you about that" She has no words. IDGAF. Doorbell.

Her only contributions to conversation are nagging bullshit or correcting me in front of friends on immaterial facts. I'll be telling a story and say "4 years ago X happened". She will butt in and say "it was 5 years". This happens CONSTANTLY. I usually respond "oh lol her memory is great. she knows best." no more. I ignore her and bulldoze over that shit in conversation her while friends are over. She notices. She gives me shit when they leave. I said "if you continue to disrespect me in front of our friends like that, I will continue to ignore your useless contributions to our conversation. Say something useful next time". She is angry. I leave the house. IDGAF

No more getting up to help feed the kid. I am now sleeping all night which feels AWESOME. No more cleaning the house. The garbage starts to pile up. Her fucking pan is still in the sink. I ignore it. Shopping maids... IDGAF

Queue her a day or two later "I feel like you're not contributing any more". IDGAF. I laugh it off and move on with my day doing things I enjoy.

I stop wearing my ring. She notices. Pouts about it but doesn't say anything. IDGAF.

I start working out again. Slowly. Push-ups. Pull ups. I know I need to take this out of the house. It feels so good still. Doing it every day.

Watching movies I enjoy at home instead of fucking rom-coms and feels-y bullshit. "Oh you don't like Rocky 2? IDGAF. Anyway you should go feed the bab... OH LOOK HE JUST PUNCHED THE SHIT OUT OF HIS ENEMY! LOOK AT ALL THE BLOOD! BAHAHAHA." feels good. I feel alive again.

She whines later about how I'm being "harsh". I kiss her on the head like a child and tell her it will be OK. I have it under control.

Things come to a head: She is whining again after putting down the baby that I am "harsh" lately. I go in to give her a little hug and kiss on the head as-usual. She turns away from me looking down to avoid it and I stop dead. It happened so fast it's hard to remember, but instinct took over. I reel back and slap her ass. Hard. Nice loud noise. Hand is tingly. It was a good one. Look her in the eye and say "Do not pull away when I go to hug you bitch." This surprises her. Frankly, this surprises me... I am unsure what I have just done, but hold frame. This is pretty far out of character for me.

She says "Don't hit me". I say "I will hit you again if you try that shit again." She has no words. To my surprise, does not cry about it or anything. Just silence. Processing... Respect? Who knows.

Now as an aside for any SJWs out there worried about "hitting". Let's just get this out of the way. I would never strike my wife in a way that would harm her. This was a hard slap on the ass. Don't talk to me about it. I know the difference.

Anyways, to my surprise, she softens a bit after that. Looking at me for direction while minding the baby. Confused maybe?

I have an idea "Babe, I'm pissed off because we haven't fucked in way too long. I have an idea. Give me a blow-job". She looks angry/amused/intrigued. Baby is up so we can't right away, but she actually seems receptive to the idea. Last blow job was... idk, 6 months ago? This is completely new territory for us. My heart is racing. She says "what do I get?" LOL. "Nothing. This is for me". She has no answer to that.

We put the baby in the car to go for a drive (gets her to sleep) and after I close the door, I turn in the garage and push her head down a bit. She is actually considering it. I am surprised by this. Baby starts to cry so we quit and go handle that instead, but the whole drive feels like foreplay to me. We actually laugh and talk like friends(!) Go get ice-cream. I feel like I'm dating in high-school again. It's electric.

We get home and put the baby down. I can feel it coming. I shove her on to the bed. Normally for a BJ, I lay down and she does the deed. I do not lay down. Kneeling. She rolls with it and gets into position. This is awesome. My thoughts are racing "So the trick is hitting your wife more! Figured it out!" (jk lol, but still...).

Then... (and this may be a defeat. Input welcome). She stops. Mouth on tip of my dick. And says "Will you put your wedding ring back on after this?"

FUCK. THIS IS A SHIT TEST AND I KNOW IT. FUCK. I scramble for a good answer but... dickbrain... best I come up with is "maybe?"... lol FAIL. She continues to tease. I cave. I say "sure babe." Please tell me men, what is the right play here?

Anyhow, I know I failed, but commence awesome enthusiastic blow job. This is not duty sex. This is good shit. I feel like a man getting a glass of water in the desert. Enjoy every moment. Finish up playful. Grab her hair when finishing up and kiss her/pin her to the bed and make a mess of her because I know she was trying to stay clean. She complains but obviously likes it. So good.

We clean up. Kiss. go to bed. She comes in to cuddle. I allow it.

The next day, I get home from work. THE HOUSE IS CLEAN. She cleaned the whole house. This... this does not happen in my life. I go from "maybe TRP isn't so dumb" to "I will live by the good word of TRP as long as I have breath in my body". I am converted and I see the light. My mind is open to your strange, mysterious, and powerful ways TRP. Teach me.

That was today.

I am feeling excited but apprehensive. I feel like a toddler with a handgun. I have just been given more power than I know how to handle.

Men... I must have more. how do I not fuck this up?