First Main Event

Think this is my first main event. There will be many of these as the relationship is so much into BP land it will take months to reclaim lost territory.

Last 2 months of solid red pill. Frame as solid as I could. I truly DGAF any more - things cannot get any worse for me and I'm prepared to lose all if I have to, but I won't be disrespected any more - I made a habit of leaving or going to do my own thing - but never being butthurt - whenever she disrespects me or hard nos me. There were nights where she didn't sleep at all because she cannot fathom how her disrespect or rejection doesn't affect me any more. She cannot understand why this man she used to spill her verbal vomit on won't sit down and listen to her crap any more.

3 nights ago she is mad as fuck around the house. She won't even reply to my wishes of good morning or evening hellos. I'm just happily going around fixing stuff, playing with our son, and doing my lifting routine. I invite her to have a walk in the park with our son (my post football stretch). She refuses claiming tiredness. When I come back I found that she wore some of my favourite clothes (tight but not revealing) - she has upped her clothes "game" recently in response to me upping mine. I playfully place my hand on her hip and make a "look at that" remark. She wants to contain her smile and female pride at that but is barely able to. She then says "You have a lot to answer for don't touch me" and runs. I go for my lift.

2 nights ago shark week starts. I wake up in the morning, get prepared for work, and I notice that the dining room is messy so I ask her to fix it (she sometimes responds well to point blank orders). In the evening she is still mad as fuck but she has fixed some of it. I get prepared for a cardio run outside and go for it. When I come back she is waiting in the living room but won't acknowledge me. I ask her to fix me a cup of tea while I go shower. I hop out of the shower and find the cup of tea prepared just like I want it (right temperature, concentration, amount of sugar, etc), but she's gone to sleep. I drink my tea and do my post shower routine then I go into bed and spoon her and stroke her hair. She responds slightly favourably. I don't want to escalate as I'm tired and it's her period.

Morning comes. I smile at her and give her a tender sensual 3 second kiss. She smiles but doesn't respond beyond that. I get prepared for work. We have previously fixed a restaurant dinner for us yesterday evening with a couple who are our friends. I text her the logistics of the dinner at midday. She doesn't respond. I call her 1 hour before the dinner (to make sure she is prepared) and she says she doesn't want to go to it, claiming tiredness. She probably wanted to embarrass us or something? I DGAF, I say that's ok, I have other plans for a 5 aside football anyway (that I put on hold because of the dinner, but are now revived), I will send them our apologies and arrange for another day.

I come home and all hell breaks loose. She wants me to cancel the football and "talk". I have 45 minutes before I have to leave and it better be an "adult" talk and I'm going to football anyway. She says yeah. She goes on hamstering for a good 10 minutes and I'm just amused by it all.

She then proceeds to rant at me how I'm worse than other husbands she knows, she tells me she wants to be like this guy who's her friend's ultra BP husband. His name is Kevin so in an amused way I ask her to give me a kevin-o-meter and I'll measure myself every day . She is startled by that, so I continue the discussion by saying she should ask what she wants and cut the crap. She asks me to stop being mad so I laughed because I'm cool as a cucumber at this point (I'm even surprising myself). She starts laying her demands:

She wants me to tell her where I go every day and why I sometimes come home late. I make a habit of saying "I'm out until late" or whatever but don't go beyond that. She wants every detail. I tell her point blank that she has no right to me telling her that, and that won't happen.

She asks me to unfriend chicks on facebook. At this point I just amusingly laughed out loud and said not the facebook crap again. She asks how can she trust me when I do that. I detect what I think is a comfort test I tell her I want this relationship to work, that I'd like to spend good time with her if she wants (emphasis on it's on her to make that time work), that I am committed to the relationship and I leave it at that.

She claims the has hundreds of facebook friend requests and she will accept them and start going on singles websites. I tell her she is an adult I can't stop her from doing what she wants, it's up to her how she behaves and there will be consequences for doing bad stuff. She says what are the consequences huh and I don't respond to that.

She asks me to go back to blue pill me, or what she says "me from last December" (context: December in an effort to fix things I went full BP for a month before I couldn't handle my balls being squashed every day with no result, so I stopped that in January. I discovered MRP 4 months later). I tell her this is me how I am, she either accepts me or leaves me. And I say "December me never got what he wanted" and I leave it at that. Not sure whether that was too much talk.

At this point the verbal hamster goes on again, that I am sweeping these issues under the carpet, and she starts talking about threats to take our son and leave and I'm shackling her and shackling her career etc etc... so I decide I've had enough of this crap and proceed to leave for the door.

She makes a run for my mobile in my pocket. She wants to know who I am having sports with - it's the first time she actively indicates that she is dreaded as fuck and suspects that I'm having something on the side (passive dread guys, it took two months of me doing my own things to arrive here... and I never ever said anything about side girls and I don't have any). It also helps that I look good in sports gear.

I tell her I will not tolerate this physical crap. She physically tries to restrain me from leaving. She is mad as fuck and I don't want any physical altercations. Getting into dangerous territory. My son sees her doing this so I tell him your mom loves daddy so much she won't let him leave. Once my son is not looking I break myself free and leave.

I come back 2.5 hours later. I have my shower, sit down and tell her she can talk if she wants to ( I say this because I promised earlier that we can chat after I come back). She is on her laptop and physically turns the screen away when I say that even though I am looking at the back of her screen anyway (she's trying to make me think she is implementing her online singles plan), then she says, "no, I'm done talking". I chuckle at that and tell her "Good" then I leave to fix stuff in the kitchen, she mumbles something as I leave. May be she is implementing "her plan", may be she isn't. IDGAF. I go to sleep and I find that for the first time she got her own blanket in bed rather than sharing ours.

No "come to jesus" speech and no "resolution" yet. At this point I plan to carry on as if nothing happened, go on my merry way being cool, inviting her to share my activities if she wants to. She can spend as much time as she wants hamstering her way either back into this relationship or out of it. I don't care.