She moved out 9 months ago and my life has done a complete 180. It started out slowly, first thing I did was ditch my high stress life consuming toxic high paying job for one that has every weekend off with zero stress, but pays half as much. I am able to justify the pay cut because I needed weekends off to see the kid. The next thing I did was get back to being myself. In order to make her happy I had forgone all of my hobbies so I picked them back up, beer brewing, cars, video games, etc. I reconnected with friends she hated and wouldn't let me hang out with and instantly regained my social life.

I now live in zen world. I have twice the money in my account with thrice the amount of time off because of quitting the high stress 80+ hour a week job. Not financing her booze, vacations, Amazon addiction, Starbucks, and eating out at the same fucking shitty midwest chain restaurants has completely changed my checking account in ways beyond I had ever dreamed possible.

My fridge is full of my favorite beer, there's a quarter cow in my freezer, and my liquor cabinet has several expensive bottles of whiskey in it. I am remodeling MY house- (no longer to her spec), (that she can't touch because it's in my father's name), adding on a hot tub, and building a gaming room/theater in my basement for me and my daughter that is into video games- 2 70 inch tv's with matching ps5's, it's gonna be sick! After that is building a second garage. Side hustle is about to get rolling and I should have lots of under the table, passive income coming my way very soon.

My life has never been better.

She meanwhile is attempting to finance her car into her own name and buy a house at the same time but feels it is more important for her to take a vacation because she "needs a break", she moves from place to place as she continues to wear our her welcome over and over. I highly doubt she will be able to refinance her own car, let alone her own house but she refuses to rent so she will just keep burning bridges until she has nowhere else to go (and it won't be back here with me). Her life is in shambles and the child support she was expecting to receive just got cut in half because I needed a job that had weekends off so I could see the kid and there isn't a goddamn thing she can do about it.

The best part is that she has no idea what she is in for. She's a 36 year old alcoholic obese feminist single mother. She was last on the dating market at 27 and was slim, attractive, big tits, big ass, fun, and sexy. I am certain she still thinks she will be treated the way she was back then and can't wait see her face when she realizes she hit the wall going 200 mph in a golf cart. I look forward to telling every boyfriend of hers I meet that she is a militant feminist just to watch them scatter like roaches when the light is turned on.

The biggest worry I have in life now is finding myself a Ducati Panigale V4S. My life has never been so peaceful. I'm just so thankful for getting her out of my life it almost makes me want to cry.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GENTS, GO YOUR OWN WAY, MGTOW SAVES LIVES!