I live in a big city and make $130k a year at a white collar job. With the changes in health insurance for 2017, and increases in my federal tax burden, I can no longer afford to live.

After child support, alimony, cheap rent (sub $800 a month), college loans, bills, but no budget for entertainment, eating out, or trips/games/anything at all, I will now be short $1000 a month. That includes already eating rice, beans, and cheap chicken cuts, and drinking only water or the free coffee from work.

Last month I was scraping by with nothing to save. Now I am in the red by default.

Maybe I can choose to scramble to get a part time job? Maybe I can beg for freelancing gigs? Maybe I can choose to not pay alimony or child support and wait for my inevitable garnishment or arrest? Maybe I can choose not to pay rent and wait to be evicted? Maybe I can try to score a better paying job, even though I am at my peak?

All for what?

Ten years ago I was just out of graduate school. I was single, saving money, and building a future. I went out and had fun. Life was good. So how did I get from A to B?

I got married and had kids.

The debt piled up from a big wedding and worthless purchases because I believe she "deserved" it. My wife wanted to be a stay at home mom, putting further strain on us, but I made it happen because it was "best" for the kids. Then last year she decided, after having two kids and becoming a social media zombie, that she no longer had the tingles for me. I gave her everything she wanted, and it was not enough.

All I had left was split between her and the lawyers.

I am definitely to blame for this fuck up. By being a believer. By assuming others were honest, and that society and its laws were fair. By not seeing the writing on the wall or listening to other men. By believing women were rational or honorable.

Now my ex-wife, the government, and the banks impatiently hold out their hands, waiting for their cut.

I'm done. I'm abandoning this failed existence, and all the accounts, numbers, IDs, and contact methods that go with it. If I have to sleep in a park or on a street corner, so be it. If I'm forced to go to jail, so be it. I refuse to do this anymore. I'd rather be a piece of human trash than a struggling serf.

I've been reading about survival training and how to live on the streets for about half a year now, obsessively. I must have known deep down in my gut that this day was coming, the day where I would have to choose between finally having the balls to say "fuck it" or trying to shave hairs for the privilege of eating food and sleeping indoors.

To anyone with street-living experience: tips are welcome.

To the young MGTOW: don't repeat my mistakes.