I know this guy, Johnny Betabux. Johnny grew up like most of us, Middle American (GB, EU whatever), went to college cause that’s what you do, and got the third girl he fucked to marry him. She was hot (enough) and he was gonna lock down that pussy. Who cares if she came from a fucked up past, you can’t hold that against her?

Ten years later, he’s got a mediocre job working for a mediocre company and his former hottie wife has popped out 2 fuck trophies and added 30 pounds to her ass. Oh yeah, her pussy got sown shut after the last kid. But Johnny goes to work every day, so she can be a stay at home mom, because that’s the American dream right? (Johnny is a mushy fuck himself, desk work and no gym do that)

Two years later, kid number one enters kindergarten, and momma decides she’s going to “hit the gym and get her pre-baby bod back, YOLO!”. Never mind going back to work, because JB is doing alright, and the kids still need her, you know homework and shit. Rumors start to spread, one of his old high school buddies call him out of the blue and is like “hey man, I don’t want to be that guy, but something inappropriate is going on just thought you should know.” JB says to himself, “Nah, not my wife. She’s got kids and a nice home, why would she throw that away? She’s a good mom!” JB goes home and talks to his wife. She tells him “We’re distant. There’s no romance anymore. Chad the trainer is just a friend helping me through a rough patch.” So JB says “I’m going to be a great hubby. I’ll do more around the house. I’ll take us to a romantic dinner, call me Don Juanny!” He’s now doing half the chores and meanwhile his wife is getting tight at the gym and Chad the Trainer is her new BFF. “Relax! He’s like a little brother to me.”

“Whew!” says JB that was a close one. JB doesn’t want to blow 10 years of marriage right?

A month later JB’s mother in law shows up on his doorstep with a black eye and a bag of her shit. JB’s wife pleads with him “Please don’t make me choose between you and my mother, it’s not her fault.” She’s right you know. It’s not her fault that the mother in laws meth rattled biker boyfriend beat her and emptied her accounts after a weeklong bender. She’s victim here. Two more years pass and Mom is still living in the spare bedroom, but hey at least she watches the kids every once in a while right? JB’s job is still shitty and even though his boss is the kid he trained 2 years ago it’s safe, and pays the bills, a job is a job. JB is happy enough; he can see the light at the end of the tunnel. His wife still isn’t working, but the kids are in school now. They need less time and can take better care of themselves. He’s thinking it’s all good enough when he gets the bomb dropped on him. JB’s wife tells him “I’ve been fucking Chad the Trainer for the last 2 years. I love you, but I’m just not in love with you.” His first reaction as a real man is to think, “What did I do wrong? How can I save this?” Beers with his good friends all yield the same conversation “Dump her. Next.”

“But she’s a good mom!” he says. “And except for a few things, a good wife”. Real men stick to their vows right? Through better or worse, right?

“Hey” they say “We’re just here to help”.  

“Ok,” says JB’s wife. “We can try to work it out. Why don’t you move into the basement, we can start ‘dating’ again. You can woo me back.”

JB says “Fuck yeah, I knew she was a good woman.”

5 years later JB has a nice little one bedroom in a shitty part of town. He’s paying for his old lady and Chad T. What’s-his-name to fuck in his old house. Mom’s still there too, so there’s that. All JB can ask himself is “why is life so unfair to him?”

Now this may be a fiction, but all the parts are true, I’ve heard every one of these anecdotes first hand. Now JB did a lot of shit wrong, but by far his biggest fault was a lack of abundance mentality. Tons of shitty things happened to him and that sucks, but he could have embraced the suck and changed his life at any point. There’s always a better girlfriend, job, wife, car out there. By saying things like “She’s a good mom” or “I’ve got 10 years invested” you ignore this. You ignore abundance. Most of all you ignore what abundance grants you, and that’s the power of choice.

So new guys who are embracing this, have you heard yourself say this? Is she really a good mom, a good wife, a good whatever? Are you living in fear of the unknown? Do you do the same thing over and over because it’s safe? Are you embracing the opportunities that come your way? Are you playing the victim?

I am a firm believer that I could start from scratch tomorrow. Give me a bus ticket, and I could be back in action in a few years good as ever. If I got divorced, would I get ass-raped? Oh yeah for sure (fuck you New Jersey!) but in a couple of years I’d make more money, and other than child support my finances would be purely focused on me (and my fucking huge fishing and gun collection I would have amassed). Would I pick another broken shitty woman like JB did? I’d fuck them, but no I wouldn’t LTR them. There’s a new 25, 35, 45 year old hottie made every day. If I got fired from my job tomorrow would I worry? No, because I’ve got skills and contacts that make me invaluable. Would I sit around and let people make shitty decisions that affect me, but aren’t my problem? Fuck no, if they want to guilt me into helping them enable crap, I don’t need them and their problems. Worst of all, would I sit in a dumpy one bedroom and wallow because I didn’t embrace all choices the universe/god/yaweh/allah gave me? Nope. I’m the guy who told JB to dump her.