Red Pill Hope

I get a lot of email, and most of it falls into three basic groups.

The first is some kind of ongoing marital drama that heads toward a positive resolution over time. I love posting those as reader stories to encourage people and validate my all purpose viewpoint and personal awesomeness. Some of these stories go on for months.

The second group are those that are breakdowns. Where things are tried and often I’m forced to point out a huge red flag that basically shows the relationship is untenable and unfixable. Sometimes those issues leak out in posts, but I rarely post a reader story of a break up as it goes down. Kinda cruel. Others… simply find me too late and the wheels are already in motion of the divorce machine. Bleh.

I also get a handful of emails from guys basically saying, “OMG I was going to make a huge mistake, thank you so much about warning me about X or Y. Now I know that I’m really looking for Z.” I do like these as I think who you marry is probably the single greatest choice about how you define your life for the future. So a bad choice avoided is a huge win in my book.

Today, I got what I hope is my first story of a new topic group…

I got wedding photos.

The person in question has posted across a number of blogs and is fairly iidentifiable, so I don’t feel comfortable saying the name. Essentially though he’s been questioning the worth and value of getting married for about a year now. It’s been a long process and we’ve emailed a number of times. He got engaged a few months back and has been doing a lot of what I say with his fiance and liked the results.

Can bad things happen to you as a man if you marry? Absolutely. Very bad things indeed. But getting married isn’t like being sentenced to Death Row either. With skill, confidence and strength, a lifetime of happiness with the right woman isn’t impossible… it may even be likely.

So reading this blog (and others) has made my friend smarter, more confident and stronger about getting into a marriage. I’ve looked at the photos several times today. He did ask me not to post them – he would be instantly identified – but I’m so overjoyed to see them. It’s one of my proudest moments since I started writing. I wish them both the very best together.

Embers of love may burst back into flame.

Survive what you must.

Choose wisely or not at all.

Face the future with reasonable hope.

All the Red Pill does is give you knowledge. You can choose to be made strong or fearful for taking it.