Hello everybody,

I posted my plead for help a week a go. I got more than I bargained for, so thanks. I have read all that you wrote, and the links you sent. I would like to share with you how it went.

So, that night, nothing happened. We were civil, little bit icy, and I went bed early. Next day was about the same until after the dinner. She stopped me and asked when I'm going to apologize. I told her we had a fight and the moment she stormed out of bedroom it was over. From my point of view there is nothing to feel sorry about. So she tries couple of more approaches, I turn them down.

Finally, she said: "So you aren't even going to apologize the fact that you called me a jerk". I cannot believe what happened next. This is nothing. I should have gone broken record on this, I knew it at the moment.. but I actually heard myself saying... "Yeah, that was a stupid thing to do. I am sorry I called you that". So she gave me a quick smirk, got up and went to play with the children. It was nothing but scheduled shit test.

An utter rage consumed me from inside. First towards her, but within seconds it was me I felt angry for. I mean... four months and what? Zero progress. She seemed happy her blue pill husband was still here. So after five minutes or so, nothing good was about to happen. I told here that what she had just done was probably the most disrespectful thing she had ever done to me, and left the house.

I stayed away for couple of hours. I calmed down. I decided to start from scratch. I do I. No more covert contracts. No more blaming her on what I didn't tell her. I realized that my first attempt on MRP had been nothing but giant covert contract to get laid more. And even if it had worked statistically, I was nothing but a drunk captain who in one moment is the funny singer and next minute is waving whiskey bottle demanding respect and pussy. Her fits were not shit tests, they were mostly bursts of anger as I told my family to care of themselves as I took care of me.

I came back, found her still awake and we talked. I probably said too much, but for the first time I felt what a frame might feel like. I wasn't caring how she felt, I told her what I thought about it. She tried to bring our previous fight into the conversation, I shot it down. I told there will be new me, so she knows what to expect in upcoming months. I told that I will look only forward from here. She challenged it, but I said that is the only option and it will be good for every one. I explained her a little about nice guy concept, because I truly have one. Remember the "abandonment" and "toxic shame"? Well think your worst and the double it. Mine is radioactive. I told her I'm going to fix that. I was not butthurt, I was going to change. I didn't ask for her help or support. (no I didn't talk about lack of sex, MRP, or mentioned the books, or anything related)

For couple of days now I have been clear with my intentions. I let her know about my plans in advance, so she knows what to expect. I'm pretty witty guy. It might be hard to believe but I am actually quite fluent with amused mastery. When she has found herself having too much fun or enjoying my company too much, she goes quiet and tries to bring the fight and our talk up with a random, isolated sentence "that she wants to talk about" or "needs to think about". I tell her to do so, but I have said all I have to say about the subject. An hour later she is giggling again.

I would like to introduce a new concept. The dread level Zero. I don't know what to call it exactly, but I was there a week ago. I was not even ready to pass her fitness tests, as I was afraid to tell her my intentions so that she would not be able to challenge them. I though I didn't need her permission so I didn't tell her. That was my idea of frame.

So I'm back in square one. But this time I am at least lifting.