I discovered MRP some three months ago, right about the time my second kid was born. Being 35+ I guess I am rather late with discovering the truth? My second relation was going slightly downhill, dead bedroom and the same frustrations and problems as in the first were manifesting themselves. I am now beginning to understand why I was such a Blue Pill, how women work and that choosing me is not the same as being a fucking asshole...

I am a drunk but sobering captain. The wife tries to see me as the leader but I regularly fuck up. She had to point out things that needed fixing, she would have to ask for help or choose the weekend activities. I now see that those are my responsibilities and I am (trying / learning to) OYS.

I am reading my way through the sidebar (currently book 1 - NMMNG) and will start lifting next week. I am 6.1 feet and weigh 180lbs; you can call me skinny fat. The reason this progress has been so slow is also the reason my wife started throwing shitty comforttests...

My son was born end of June and died early August because of very agressive braintumor. This event almost literally paused my (our) live(s) and I really DNGAF about anything, including this subreddit :) You can imagine how painful this experience was but it also brought us closer together. We have some consolation he never suffered and there really was no hope for him to have a normal live...

I only got to know my son for about a month. I won't say I am over his death already (and probably never will) but I do have a rather strong "you can't change the past", "what has happened, happened", "look for solutions, not problems" mentality. I have peace with the last three months and as a result, I am not angry, sad (anymore) or down. I am grateful to have met him and grateful he did not suffer.

She of course carried him nine months and has had a more emotional band with him. It has only been some 2 months since he passed away and she regularly breaks down and starts crying. I of course hold her on those moments and try to sooth her by talking about his short live. I know I am not responsible for her feelings so I don't try to cheer her up or something. But a comfort test is a comfort test..

After she calms down, the shit tests begin?: She keeps asking me "how I feel" because she can't/won't believe "I am fine". Fine; not great, happy, swell or ecstatic; but fine. She keeps pushing, asking and nagging as if she wants me to say: I am a broken man.

I tried STFU but then I get a "you are no longer talking with me, what happened to our intimate conversations while was in the hospital". I tried FOGging but then I get a "You don't have to hide your feelings for me, I am your wife". I can't walk away because of the sensitive topic, of course.

I guess my question after this long post is: how do I respond :) | It is not a real shit test (I guess) but it really gets on my nerves she just won't believe me...