Another story from the battlefront.

My ex: A blond 9 with a hard body. Divorced twice, Buddhist, and a belly dancer on the weekends. And you guessed it...crazy as a loon!

Fyi...I swallowed the red pill before I banged her, so I got off the hook. I wasn't going to commit to that - no thanks!

The latest? She hits 40, finds a beta provider and, within a matter of months, she gets knocked up. Then, they rush off to do a shotgun wedding.

After the wedding ink dries, she proceeds to pepper her FB page with photos of herself, scantily clad in seductive poses. She is publicly modeling her belly dancing career.Mind you, she never posted these type of photos when she was dating this guy, No, she was a "good girl" then. But now that she has the child in her belly, it's back to her attention whoring ways. Oh yeah...her relationship status says "no info to show," while his says "married." Typical bullshit.

What must her fiance think, watching his wife post half nudes of herself online? The cuckold line has been drawn, so what will he do? Will he say something, and risk the destruction of his new "family"? Or will he swallow his pride, and accept the cuckoldry and future misery?

Just about everyday, I am reminded of the Red Pill. When I see people around me making stupid life decisions, betting on selfish women to make them happy. The difference between the red pill and the blue pill is night and die - a life of happiness versus one of destruction.

In closing, thank god it wasn't me. The red pill has been good to this fella.