I posted the following on OYS today:

https://www.reddit.com/r/marriedredpill/comments/qpzab0/own_your_shit_weekly_november_09_2021/hjxbevw/

Horns granted me the gift of his time today, dissecting the conversation from this OYS and provided a potential path forward that I know is there, but have not had the balls to pursue. For better or worse, the advice I received today, put onto this forum by Horns himself, would be a less funny version of watching the noobs play with his MRP Cheat Codes to Blow Up Your Sex Life. Instead, I will distill the advice myself, as a thank you to Horns and with the hope that men can use these notes (and my understanding of Horns’ conversation with me) to better your lives and relationship.

In the beginning, you are just glad that you can STFU, and that leads to the hamster running like it does, and that gets your dick wet a bit, or a lot. And then you get past that point and you actually start valuing yourself and becoming your own mental point of origin. During this time, recognition of shit tests becomes kind of fun for a while. You feel like Neo in the Matrix, you see your wife’s emotions, projections, solipsistic tendencies from a mile away. And at first these things were like a 98 mph fastball and then they become more akin to a whiffle ball on a tee. And these are fun to hit out of the park and watch the hamster run, and watch your dick gets sucked while the hamster is in fucking overdrive.

And it is really fun 10 times and quite fun another 10 times and fun another 10 times and then kinda fun and then you realize you are playing a game you don’t fucking want to play. You don’t want the fucking batshit crazy lunacy of a woman who doesn’t know her place in your life or how to keep you or what to do to enter into the submissive mode she has wanted her entire life but has instead had to put up boundaries against due to your inability to be a fucking man for years, not to mention all the other shit that forces a woman to default to cunty harpy mode.

So you realize the game isn’t fun, regardless of how much you are getting your dick sucked. You realize that getting your dick sucked isn’t worth it, because it isn’t the fucking endgame. It never was. The inability to get your dick wet was just a symptom of what was actually wrong, which is you. And when you get far enough in fixing you, you understand that getting to the point where your wife will be fucking crazy but will also suck your dick is not what you actually want in life. That the wet dick isn’t just not the end game, but it isn’t even worth it. You don’t need to deal with this shit. That you can get your dick sucked without having to deal with a crazy wife who doesn’t know how to be submissive, or add value, or not be fucking crazy. The juice isn’t worth the squeeze. And not only that, you get fucking angry because you know that neither of you need to be playing this game. Because you have a vision, you have the competence, and you have the abundance to not deal with it. And you realize deep down that your kids will be OK, you will be ok, and in fact, things will probably be a lot better than OK, because you can handle all your shit just fine, get your dick wet just fine, be a great dad just fine, without playing the fucking game. And when you get to that point, and you get angry enough about it that none of the logistical shit matters; not the kids, not the wife, and not the current pussy that you are getting.

And that. That is when you can look your wife in the eye after she comes home crying that she can’t handle it anymore [just a mere fucking hour after Horns gifts you the balls you weren’t quite sure you had yourself] and asks, “do you love me?” And you can answer her with absolute conviction, and maybe just a hint (or more) of anger, and give her the first genuine thing you’ve probably ever given anybody since you started on MRP. And for me, that was simply telling my wife: “I do love you. But what I need in my life is a woman that can be vulnerable. To be herself with me without fear of reprisal or judgment. And I will have that in my life. And if that isn’t with you, that is OK. Because I don’t need you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I want to kick life’s ass with you by my side. I’ve chosen you. And I’ve done that because I know you are capable of being for me what I need. I know you think you don’t know how to do that because your whole life you’ve dealt with the bullshit from everyone that made those walls come up and that fear of giving in too much. But I know you have it in you. And if you don’t, that is OK because the vision I have for my life will be realized, with or without you. Do you want in?”

For the vets, I don’t think I need to write down what the reaction to this speech was. In some ways, it doesn’t even matter. But the OYS 1-10 guys would be pumped to hear it.