I didn't realize that there was a name for the mindset I've had. Typing out my story is definitely therapeutic, and this seems like the only crowd that would respect/understand it. It's long winded, but here's what has lead to me going my own way.

It started around high school. I never really understood what women were all about, but in 9th grade I found solace in bodybuilding/sports. Because of how my physique changed, I began to receive a lot of female attention, but since I was very overweight up until that point, I never knew how to handle it. When I was 14, I started dating the girl that would become my wife. We'll call her K, for the sake of anonymity.

Fast forward 4 years and we were still together, though the relationship had began to stagnate a bit. After working a dead-end job, I decided to join the military to do a job that I have always wanted to. I also wanted to provide for her and get us out of our town. About 3 months before I shipped out, I decided that the relationship wasn't working, and began to see someone else, who we will refer to as E. Although we broke up, K would be at my house at the end of the day, mainly looking for sex. I wasn't smart enough back then to see what it was. After a month of basic training, K told me that she was pregnant. Things were shaping up with E, but I felt that, as a man, I needed to leave that behind and take care of K. We got married the weekend after my basic training graduation. I didn't see her for two months after that, and due to my training, we never really had time for skype, just quick phone calls. Finally, she moved down to stay with me. When she arrived, I noticed a distinct lack of a "baby bump." When asked, she told me that she must have read the test wrong. Things were good, for a time (lots of partying and drinking, enjoying our newfound freedom) but when I came home from work on my birthday, she told me she was pregnant again (I thought that she had been on the pill.) I was excited, but worried how an E-1 was going to support a family. We had rescued a dog while we were there, so we figured we had some idea of what we were getting into.

She went to visit home for business 4 months later, and when she was there, she had a miscarriage while she was at work. She told me she hated me because I could not come with her and be there (I couldn't take leave to go) and resented my decision to join the service.

About a month after this, we moved to the central US, and things are not looking good. I was doing all of the typical blue-pill things to keep her around (buying cars, jewelry, puppies, opening lines of credit for her etc.) She said that she would rather work as a bartender rather than go to school, so she did that. When I'd come home from a stressful day, the place would be a mess with the bathroom sink covered in makeup, maxi pads being chewed up by the new puppy that was shitting everywhere, and she'd be on her way to go to the bar, either for work or to hang out with "girlfriends."

We were about to get into the car for a 20 hour drive home for xmas when she told me she wanted a divorce. Nothing was said the entire ride. When we got home, I had to maintain composure while old friends congratulated us on our marriage and pregnancy. When we got back to my duty station, she moved out, saying that she was staying with friends from work and needed to "work on herself". I also had to have surgery on an old training injury, so I was on crutches for a few months. When I went to the bar to see her, I found her with someone I thought was scrawny girl, but noticed she had some raggedy facial hair. Then it all came together. She had been cheating on me with the fry cook, a nasty dude in his mid 30's (she was 20). And although I am a strong guy, there was nothing I could do about it because I was on crutches. I couldn't even confront him.

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I ended up giving her money, a car and a slew of other gifts before I found out she was cheating to try to show her that I was a good man. She ended up taking the other car I was paying on so she could give one to her boyfriend. I had to pay her an amount each month that the military gave to me, so I could no longer afford rent in the fancy apartment she wanted. I also paid $2K for the divorce, and had to move to a rough area to be able to afford to live. I did get to keep my dog though, and that's all that really matters to me anymore.

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It's been nearly 5 years since then, and over that time, I had a few girlfriends, but they've all ended up having that same crazy vibe (usually punching holes in the walls of my house and such, leaving me to pay the damages.)

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At almost 26, I have been single for one year now (the first time in 12 years,) and everything makes sense to me now. I've busted my ass and made my way up the ranks a bit (even in a female-led squadron), bought my dream car, have enough money for what I need to live on, and I lift weights and drink beer and all that other fun stuff single guys can do. My pup is getting older now, but she's been my most faithful companion over the last 6 years.

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Next year, I'll be separating from the military to move off-grid, in the woods, and I'll be using my GI bill to go to college and finish my master's in my dream career field. I'm looking to travel again (Iceland for sure, my sights are set on Antarctica if I can take a job there.)

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It's only recently that I've realized how peaceful this life is, and once I can abandon the toxic, misandrist, feminist workplace and get off-grid, it will be even that much better.

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I know I've written a book here, but I just got off of a 12hr midnight shift and have had a few drinks. Its nice to know that the rest of the male community is beginning to catch on to the manipulative ways of women.

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TL;DR military guy marries high school sweetheart, gets cheated on, stays single and discovers true peace by being alone.

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Thanks for reading! Keep going your own way!

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