I'm not saying that this is going to happen to everyone, but I've gone from divorced to spinning five plates the lowest being a six and the other being a solid 8.

That may not sound like anything brag about but it started from rock bottom.

Ok not rock bottom but it was my personal low.

I was raised with game. I never had a term for it except being like my dad.

I been spinning plates like a god damn barnum and bailey's clown ever since I was a boy. Even just getting an extra cookie from my teacher lol

But at some point I put a plate on a pedestal and thought I wasn't good enough for her, both things all just figments of my imagination.

That didn't stop me from spinning plates but this plate became a point of fixation and obsession.

Oneitis gentleman is the little death.

I studied, I worked, I lined up a good career and I finally thought I was ready to try and spin my pedestal plate.

And guess what, I spun that plate like a Harlem globe trotter!

I thought it was just because I finally raised my SMV above a certain point that I could let my frame go. That I could "Love" my prizes plate.

Boy that shit went down hill fast.

I lost 2 years time and at least 7 solid pounds of muscle. Idk what I was thinking. Actually I know exactly what I was thinking and it's insanity now that I look back at it.

At the end of it I found redpill and it re-solidified my upbringing and I dropped that plate. Watching her fall to pieces was amazing.

I have it on video when I served her the papers. #win

But I'm back at it. I travel a lot around the state and I now have at least one plate in each of my major stops.

After this weekend I hope to have 2 more.

So thank you REDPILL for reaffirming everything I thought I forgot.

I'm back bitches.