Hey Gents,

I'm a veteran of game, and a divorce. After that divorce, I lived the dream of a single man- lots of spare money, own apartment, banging lots of women. Then I got into a series of relationships that resulted in my becoming married again. My fault entirely. I forgot the pain of marriage because I thought she was a unicorn. Though I knew about game, I didn't know about Red Pill, and the truth about the non-existence of unicorns.

So taking the Red Pill while married has made me simultaneously miserable (because I want my life back) and yet it's also enabled me to not take my narcissist wife so personally. I'm encrusted in a shell of cynicism now.

Regardless, I want out. I feel like I can't get the "escape velocity" to actually do it. It isn't love that's the gravitational factor. I'm a senior at university (adult student) and I don't know how I can keep my schoolwork stable and attended to while doing a quick move-out, plus packing all my crap and finding a place to live. It seems like so much to bear while trying to find the time to write 20 pages of single-spaced horseshit every month.

I want out. How do I overcome the inertia? Am I just not mad enough? Has apathy sapped my desire to be free again?