Or "My Path to MGTOW"

Yes, yet another long diatribe about a man's path to MGTOW. For seasoned readers of the forum you can just skip to the TLDR as this is the 3,562nd iteration of the same damn story. You young guys still on the fence, go ahead and read the whole thing and realize this is not something unique. In the big scheme of things, this story doesn't even make the top half of the worst shit done to a man I've read on here. It's just another brick in the AWALT wall.

First some background on me. I had several previous LTRs- one in high school, and a few after college (even my simp ass understood that having a girlfriend in college was like taking sand to the beach). Although I had little trouble getting laid by a random if I went out and worked a bit, that sweet access to constant pussy in a relationship just pulled me in each time. I was like an addict that wasn't willing to leave the cheap but easy drugs at the crack house because I was too lazy to walk to another dealer at the corner that might not have any supply at that moment.

Even in this blue pill state where I would bend over backwards to keep the LTR happy and do whatever it took to keep my supply coming, I still innately understood women and could see the costs of marriage just did not justify the risk. I knew AWALT without ever calling it that and accepted the fact that I would be single forever. And I was fine with that. I was in my early 30's, owned a house, had a great dog,and was making good money. I'd chase skirt Friday night and then take the dog hiking for the weekend. My goal was to save enough to retire by 40 before the dog got too old to go on an epic road trip across the States. Life was good.

And then the unicorn appeared. What are the odds I'd run into someone that liked sex as much as I did, had my sense of humor and was into every single hobby I liked? I'd say those odds are pretty close to zero. But you know what odds are much, much higher? That I was getting mirrored by someone with NPD.

In hindsight, there were plenty of red flags that I ignored:

  1. High N count
  2. Alcoholic father, bat shit crazy mother and a sister with multiple divorces before 30;
  3. Had no friends from any prior point in her life. I remember thinking it was odd how a girl this awesome did not form some lasting friendships from high school or college but it never registered until later why.

I of course ignored all these- she was my soul mate after all. We were engaged quickly and then knocked up. And then the NPD mask slipped. Holy shit, it must be the pregnancy hormones. It'll get better after the pregnancy, right? Nope. She wants to quit work and stay home with the kid. Hey, that's what's best for my family and as a side benefit she'll just appreciate me that much more, right? Nope . We have another kid. Still awful. We go to counseling. She refuses to read material the counselor gave her since this whole thing was my fault so I needed to work on it, not her.

The counselor finally told her that she had an unhealthy relationship with her birth family and that she needed to grow up and put our marriage above her family. She fires the therapist. So what do I do now? Did you guess agree to move a long, long way away so she can be close to the very family that the therapist warned me about? If so, you're a winner (damn, it hurts to type that out and realize what a total simp I was). I mean, the reasoning went if I show I'm willing to make such a huge sacrifice for her happiness she'll have to appreciate me again, right? Gentlemen, I direct you to Mr. Briffault- Any agreement where the male provides a current benefit in return for a promise of future association is null and void as soon as the male has provided the benefit.

We move to her hometown and are in the teeth of the storm. Same dead bedroom, just more bickering and butting in from the family. And then Chad shows up. Dude was fat and unemployed but he did have one major advantage over me- not having to get up for work and raising a family left him a lot of energy to go out drinking and smoking pot with her. I finally bust them, not red handed but enough texts and emails to piece together something is going on and I'm getting lied to. I know they were banging, she knows they were banging, but she steadfastly sticks to the story it was just innocent flirting along with getting high at my fucking house while I was out of town.

For the sake of the young kids, I agree to go along with this obvious lie but for the first time in the relationship I grow a pair of balls. I'm sick of being a simp and inadvertently start applying dread game and it actually works. But after a couple of years of things going well (or as well as they can when you know your wife has had another dick in her) I consciously decide I don't want a relationship where I'm setting rules, I want a relationship of equals. I should know better, but I swallow, again, the Disney fantasy hook, line and sinker.

Predictable results follow. She starts treating me like shit again, crawls further into the bottle until she's a full blown alcoholic and she's driving the kids around drunk with me trying to stop her. Yada, yada, yada, we get divorced.

TLDR

  1. AWALT

  2. If you think you've found a unicorn (assuming they even exist), you actually almost certainly have a NPD or BPD mirroring you. An average THOT is not good enough at it and her manipulation shows immediately if you have half a brain, but NPD/BPD are black belt level at this shit. IF a unicorn exists, and that's a huge IF, then she has been locked down at 22 by some blue pill that hit the lottery and is too dumb to even know it. She is not going to make it to 25 before she's married and she is not going to marry an older guy because the resources that make older guys more attractive to most women don't matter to her (she's a unicorn, remember, she loves you for you, not what you can do for her). Anyone on here over the age of 27 has probably missed their 1 in a million chance to actually find a theoretical unicorn. Accept it and move on, folks. .

  3. Pussy is a drug, and a very addictive one at that. I remember reading something Rollo wrote on rational male that the chemicals released in the male brain after sex closely approximate the same ones released from the use of heroin. I look back at the shit I did to get laid and how I'd debase myself just for another hit. After seeing addiction up close and personal through the ex's AA meetings, I realize that simps are no different than addicts looking for a score. MGTOW is like our 12 step program- "My name's Melvin and I'm a pussaholic".

  4. Briffault's Law is not a theory, it's just a fact. Ignore it at your peril.

  5. Don't get married, but if you already are, dread game does work, It's not going to change a zebra into a unicorn but it will dampen the natural instinct of the zebra to just run over your ass.

  6. See #1 above, and remember the first "A" stands for All.