A few years ago, as a consequence of being a blue pilled fuckwit, I was on the verge of walking out on my family. My job wasn't going well, my missus was constantly beating the shit out of me for never being good enough and my kids were getting a bit fed up with the constant bickering.

Anyhow, rather than walk out the door, I decided to start holding frame and not giving a fuck rather than just talking about it.

Stage 1: she was aghast that I really though she was the one with the problem. Utterly ballistic with rage that I wasn't leaving and actually, when it came down to brass tacks, quite happy with my ordinary, middle class lifestyle and my nice family. Bananas with anger she screamed that she was leaving tomorrow. I told her that this was fine an I would hold the door open for her.

I've always been pretty healthy and quite fit but decided to take the advice and focus more on lifting weights. Squats, deads, presses to go along with my long distance rowing, which I just did a bit less of. I idn't turn into Arnold but I certainly started turning a few more heads- thats for sure. Diet has always been blended salads to save time. Started hitting the food harder and adding protein shakes. Obviously hadn't been eating enough- not nearly enough.

Stage 2: "I'm leaving as soon as the kids leave home."- oh righty ho then darling. But wouldn't it be better if you left tomorrow? Why are you just hanging around being MY bitch? Doesn't that undermine your principles of sisterhood?

"Well if you want any sex, you're not getting it from me. You can go find it somewhere else!"

Were my ears playing tricks on me? "Sounds great darling. I wasn't going to but now I am looking so damned great I have been getting half a ton of attention down tow..... thanks for letting me off the leash!"

[sex life myseriously reignites with gusto a few days later]

Stage 3: "You're not saving enough for your retirement. How are we going to survive?"

" Lol. We"? Indeed, Ms. Mary Contrary... you know where the door is. Just stay along for the ride as long as you can hold on.

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Anyway, a year and a half down the line and the abuse has pretty much halted and she seems to feel a lot better about herself. The kids are happy and I'm feeling great- apart from a bad hip from too much deadlifting which is a bit of a cunt. I'm still having to work far too hard to make any money too. Still, you can't have it all.... yet. :-)

Still, the system works. Don't stand for any shit and nobody will give you any.

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