Welcome brothers. So you discovered your wife is having an affair. Fucking sucks man. I know this shit hurts and I've been there. I feel for you, I really do...I'm actually giving you a big internet bro hug right now.

I know what's happening now. The thoughts pouring through your head. The image of your wife riding the others dude's dick. The impact of unfathomable levels of deception and betrayal. The thoughts of despair, vengeance, justice. I get it. But I'm asking you to silence those thoughts for a moment. You have actually been given an amazing gift. The gift of rock bottom.

You see, the night I discovered my wife's 10 month physical affair, I did not sleep. At 3am that night I sat on my living room couch with a loaded 9mm pressed against my right temple...the trigger was partially squeezed. I don't know why, but I stopped for just a moment and called the suicide help hotline. I wish I knew the real name of the woman who spoke to me for nearly 2 hours that night. I would send her an incredible gift as she saved my life in those 2 hours. I came out of that situation realizing the gift that I was given. A gift that cannot be wasted or squandered away. Rock Bottom.

I realized in that moment that things cannot possibly be worse. The gift of rock bottom is that you know, for certain, that the only direction left to go is UP! The gift of Rock Bottom is invulnerability - that there is nothing left on this earth that can harm you the way you have just been harmed. I realized in that moment that the woman I married was not the woman I was married to. I realized that she was my enemy and she had every intent to destroy my life , literally leave me for dead, and take everything from me. What do we do when our enemy seeks to destroy us and take everything for themselves? We go to war.

And war this is, gentlemen. Men are built for war. Men are built to overcome our deficiencies, to overcome challenges, to persevere and to conquer. I don't care if you were a fat tub of lard like I was. You can and you will improve your body, your mind, you will control your emotions, and you will go to fucking war. Or you will perish. To perish is NOT an option.

Have you confronted her? No? Good, don't. Does she know you know? No? Good, keep it that way. Do not telegraph your moves to your enemy. Prepare silently in the background. Go to the fucking gym. The gym is your savior. Document everything. Interview at least 3 of the most expensive family law attorney's in your area and select one. Prepare to file. Prepare to make your move. Make it strategic.

Me? I carried along for 2 months pretending that all was well while I put together my war plan. When and only when everything was ready did I arm the warheads...I waited until I caught her red fucking handed...then I hit the launch button. She was so caught up in a flurry of legal documents, petitions, summons, that she couldn't keep her head on straight. You see, my wife had made one critical mistake. She had forgotten one major detail while wrapped up in her affair...that I'm fucking smarter than her.

You have now been given a gift, and you have now been given purpose. Your purpose is the same that all men share. Your purpose is to persevere...to overcome...to put yourself in a position where no woman would DARE to do this to you again. The best revenge is living well and crushing life. You are capable. You are a fucking warrior, and this is war.

Put the fucking gun down and get to work.

Strength, gentlemen.