It all started about three years ago when I was a sophomore in college. After two toxic relationships and several disgruntled years of being friendzoned, I was about ready to give up on women. So I googled just that, “giving up on women”, which is how I discovered MGTOW. I’ve been lurking around here ever since, and I’ve been slowly but surely changing along the way. I cut off the bitches I had been desperately orbiting, and I started working out for my own benefit instead of just trying to get laid. I even bought myself a Fleshlight (which isn’t like real pussy, it’s better because it can’t bitch at you afterwards). But even as my life was clearly improving, I still had that pipe dream of one day marrying and having that happy nuclear family unit like my parents. That is, until I opened my eyes and saw what my parents’ relationship for what it really is…

I mentioned in my other post about my mom’s passive aggressive punishments that she gives my dad. One time we were having dinner and my dad complained that her cooking was making him fat, adding that he “survived on chicken” in Afghanistan. My mom reacted by refusing to serve his food for the next three months, and TO THIS DAY whenever we have red meat or seafood for dinner and my dad dares to compliment it, my mom says, “but I thought you survived on chicken”. Another time we were all supposed to go to the mall and my dad was wearing his government-issued work boots (he works at a naval shipyard). My mom asks him why he’s wearing those and not another pair of shoes, like the ones she got him for Christmas. He says, “Because these are comfortable”. So since then, whenever she wants to go anywhere, she’ll just leave and not tell him where she’s going, typically on the weekends when he sleeps in. It all came to a head the day before Easter when my Dad followed us to the mall using the Find My Friends app (Mom had turned hers off, I kept mine on). He went to find something to wear to church the next day and came back with a white suit and asked her what she thought of it. Her response? “Whatever makes you comfortable”. I shit you not, my dad drops the suit and leaves the store in tears. Given this treatment, plus all of the snide remarks, silent treatment, and, at times, open bullying, my nuclear family dreams are as good as dead. If this is what marriage has in store for me, count me the fuck out.