I was in a coffee shop over the weekend, waiting in line. In front of me was a mother, a father, and a little girl, who looked like she was about two years old. She and her father were having a great time playing together. He held her upside down. She stood on his feet. Laughing, fooling around, enjoying the fleeting magic of father and daughter.

I had that taken away from me, basically because my now ex-wife decided to. I wasn't abusive, had no substance abuse problems, made quite a bit of money. However, she ended my marriage, took my daughters, and moved away. With extremely rare exceptions, that moment that I saw, which I had had, and deserved if any human on this earth deserves anything ever -- a father spending time with his daughter -- was simply over, for the rest of my life.

And now, every time I see a father with his young daughter, I'm reminded of that. Every single time. It happens at least once a week. I hate it. It feels like being stabbed in the heart. It's impossible now to see a father with his children anywhere, without having to reexperience what I lost. I don't want any other man to go through this. Imagine living a life where the sight of one of the most beautiful things imaginable overwhelms you with both sorrow and anger.

That's why I'm MGTOW.