I told another guy on MRP I have a post that I never posted from June 25th, 2015. New into my journey and it really highlights all the weird shit I used to care about. I write my posts and for reasons they either get posted or forgot about.

There was recently a discussion on vets and the reason why they move on. There is a time where we are all noobs and we just arent quite getting it yet. There are some things we have to go through and we just dont have the tools yet. Once we get the tools that we need in our toolbox. There comes a time when we have other things we are doing and care about. Many of the major icons are still here, some of them are gone. The pinnacle of your journey may very well be when the time to move on has come.

The reason for not posting this, I am pretty sure, is I was afraid of the roasting that I would get. I was kind of at the point that I knew it was unimportant, but I didn't know why. This was something I was living through. Attempting to process the beginning and the end.

The original writing in its original form:

Recently I went to Argentina. While I was there I drove my own car and lead my team in a totally different manner than ever before. I cared about myself and only helped the others navigate their way through customs and finances. While there I practiced my spanish on the chicas and attempted to spin plates. Ok, it was shooting fish in a barrel for sure, but I practiced flirting in a simulation.

Upon my return I dreaded my comfort test with the wife. As I have found MRP, I find myself measuring my success on my wife and child. Totally blue pill, but I do have a son to think about. I posted a previous thread and according to /u/whinemoreplease it was a diary post. I could not agree more. This post is about all the things that occurred and and the comfort test that came. For one single time I handled it by myself and I could not be happier with the outcome. OI and all that, I just decided it's time to captain up and handle my own business.

Upon my return, my flight landed really early. As all of my phones were stolen in the land of thieves (Argentina) and I only had text messages for two weeks through google voice. So I ignored 95% of her texts and only sent texts that I cared about. When I arrived back at the home airport I texted her and she told me she was busy running errands and would get me when she finished at the store. As some know from IRC that I make her pick me up from the airport and drop me off, especially when it conflicts with her schedule. I replied that if she did not leave right now (she knew I would arrive around this time) to pick me up I would take a taxi. Immediately (10 seconds) I get text back saying no, she would leave right then and pick me up. She goes to the school and picks my son up so he could see me from the airport. Ok, she took some control but I am ok because my son is there to greet me.

Fast forward to that Friday night. Immediately she says "Did you even miss me?". I only grab her by the hips and give her a passionate kiss while pulling her hair. After the whole kiss was over her only response was "wow, the world is spinning." I cannot downplay how passionate this was. Blue pill be damned, I wanted her in a bad way and if you could literally speak with actions it was "i will fuck you like a spanish whore". Lol. I say nothing in response but just go unpack my luggage. As I am in the bedroom she just walks in and locks the door while my son is asking for snacks. She tells him to wait and immediately attacks me. Cool. We have a quickie that metaphorically defines quickies. You dont know what a quickie is until you spend 2 weeks apart, hot chicas everywhere all over you, and you have a chance to unload. She is blowing me and I have to stop her. "Are you sure you want two weeks down your throat or up your slutty pussy?". She goes back to sucking but I stop her as I want something else.

Comfort test passed? Yes, maybe.

We do the deed and take my son to summer camp and drop him off. Car ride home is relatively nice. She keeps asking if I am tired.

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What would I do different today? I would arrive home, bang my wife like a screen door in a hurricane, and then handle business. None of this would even cross my mind.