“Never trust a woman or an atomic weapon”

-John Dillinger

I had a lot of requests and folks in the community wanting to know the backstory to yesterday’s post. So, here it is. Less victim puke-y and more reflective. I wasn’t completely stupid/ignorant, just weak and lonely. So forgive the long read.

We met, dated, all the usual crap. Met her on OLD (I have a whole soap box about this cancerous system) and things were good. She checked most boxes and such. Granted I didn’t vet her and wasn’t anywhere near RP as I am today. So I was over here making fucked up BP decisions. When I was a child, I wanted nothing more than a family. Mine was garbage, abusive dad, ignorant whore mother, shit… they even managed to turn my younger brother into giga-Billy. I, just wanted my own to do right. Raise a son with dignity, strength, truth, to build a legacy. To defy my destiny, to break the fucking cycle. Jesus was I fucking idiot.

There were some issues I was trying to work with, like cleaning. Her place was dirty and I didn’t like it. I was texting a friend about the situation and asking advice on how to address the topic. I text about how relationships are dumb, how do you tell someone they don’t clean to your standards? Like “bitch pick up a broom!”? Anyways, the decision I made was to offer to help clean her house to set a standard. Before I brought this up to her, she went through my phone the night prior and somehow came to the conclusion I said she was “A dirty alcoholic bitch”, and because of this she had to go out behind my back and fuck randoms as my punishment (I guess? Or perhaps she needed validation I refused to give?). I was none the wiser, but she cleaned the fucking shit out of her house.

Initially things were bomb. She spoiled me, bought me shit, for fuck sake this woman flew my ass out to Maui. Things changed quick though and I remember the exact day. My lease was up at my apartment, and she was pushing for me to move in with her in her house (Mommy and Step-Daddy have money, and she made good money). I postponed this for about 6 months and finally gave in. The week after I moved in, I saw the switch. Her attitude changed, just like the thousands of post you read here.

Fast forward a bit, and I was laid off from my job. We spoke and I was 1.5 years from my degree so she gave me the spill of “Babe, I’ll hold us down!”. Being the fucking idiot I was, I took the bait. Hook… line… and suckered…. (Why is this bad, because I unknowingly relinquished my power to her). Anyways this was the beginning of some next level fucked up shit. Verbal abuse, fucking other dudes, humiliating and emasculating remarks, and I put myself in a situation where I was relying on her. FUCKING DUMB.

Anyways, as shit progressed I keep doing dumb shit. Like throwing loads into my whore GFs pussy… which led to creating a life. This was the beginning of my true RP awakening.

Her being pregnant was everything. I was pumped, well on my autistic mission to raise another fool in today's society. However… 20 weeks in we went to find the sex. It was a boy! I literally cried tears of joy, I would have the opportunity to be the father my father never was. To show, to build, to support, everything you imagine when you think of a father and son. My mission had started for real now. As the Ex and I took the few minutes to celebrate the doctor came in (Not nurse) and explained that our son had a genetic anomaly and would die before birth. I couldn’t hear anything… the world went mute.

After long discussions, fighting, arguing, threatening, and God knows what else… I talked my wife out of an abortion. Why? Because I couldn’t live with myself if I just stood by and allowed my blood to be extinguished by idiots who have no value in life. Plus, what does that say about her? A woman so willing to scrap your child out of her womb, like it’s some fucking blood clot she decided to pass? Fuck you, fuck that. I argued with her, doctors, her parents, all of them and I wouldn’t change this decision for anything in the world.

Now, when he was born it was rough. He spent 8 months in ICU, needed a ventilator, 24 hour care, and much much more. I couldn’t shake this feeling that she was fucking around, and finally got my hands on proof and confronted her. My son was only 2 months old at the time, and I found out about her fucking other dudes. She went as far as to try to get me to be friends with one dude she fucked without me knowing they were smashing. That’s how fucking malevolent women can be. I dipped harder than the crypto market after a tweet from Elon. Gone.

Few months later she reaches out, and talked my stupid ass into trying to get it fixed for our son’s sake. I did it, but by now I had consumed more RP content than stomach. I decided to be there for my son hell or high water, but she needed her ass checked. So I gave stipulations (like every idiot does when he thinks he’s going to get a whore to behave) and came back.

The next six months were great. We played family, took care of our son, doctors trips together, honestly I loved it. I knew deep in the back of my mind the reality of the situation, but escapism is real and tempting. Anyways, I saw her fucking around with her old phone one time and the thought hit me. Clone her phone, and stay one step ahead of her. This was the single intelligent move I made.

This was fucking disgusting. Hitting up dudes to come fuck, sexting, shit talking me, next level shit. She gave the password to the camera used to monitor our son to some stranger in South America. This is when I decided to go nuclear.

After finding out all this, I played it cool and stupid (not hard for me apparently). I called her out on a text she got, and caught her in another lie. So… I decided to spin plates and do better. I spent the next 8-12 months working out, eating right, building, growing, and crushing what I could. This is also where I developed true outcome independence. She did everything she could to sabotage my growth. She baked brownies and sweets, would try to get me to skip the gym with sex, ect.

I went to the bar one night, wearing my ring and all, all by my lonesome. And wouldn’t you know… a 23 year old softball player, redhead, is there and is eating up the game I throw at her. As I gamed more, and fucked other chicks as time went on, the distance showed in the marriage. She knew something was up but couldn’t figure it out. Nothing made me feel better than knowing she was tasting the pussy of a woman who just fucked me hours ago, as she sucked me off. Why? Because I know she did me that way.

Skipping the pointless shit we’ll get to the highlights of hell. We played a phone game together for a while to help pass time at the hospitals. We were there pretty regularly for our son and his stays. Turns out when I stopped playing the game, she met some dude on there. He was younger, and lived overseas in the UK. She still didn’t know I could see her messages, but shit was wild. She talked about poisoning me, told him I had a micro dick, that she was luckily drunk every time we fucked, and crazy ass shit. I couldn’t stand it, so I gathered evidence, saved it, and then left for the night to fuck a side chick.

The next day she decided she was done. Started filing for divorce. Luckily, I still had the phone cloned and could see her strategy. She lied to me saying we’d be amicable for our son’s sake, but in the back channel her mom was giving her advice on how to take me for Child support, alimony, and anything I had. This gave her the entitlement she needed to try to do more damage to me. She began face-timing other dudes in front of me. She would drop little shitty hints to let me know she’s fucking around.

She went as far as to start sending money and gifts to the guy in the UK. She fell madly in love in this dude, and even bought him a FUCKING RING! We ain’t even divorced yet, and she’s out here trying to cuff some dude thousands of miles away? Da fuq….? She sent emails to jobs in the UK looking for sponsorship… How in the fuck was she going to have custody of our son who CAN NOT TRAVEL! How the hell did she think he was going to move to the UK? I saw the naked pictures they shared, the stupid fucking games they played with each other, I even had the pleasure of listening to them chat when they thought I wasn’t around.

Anyways, turned out our son was having issues and needed to be back in the hospital. While there the doctors ignored what I told them and failed to check on him. He spiked a fever of 109, and basically was brain dead. He was suffering seizures now, was stiff, had lost all progress he had made in two years, and would now need even more medication. What quality of life he had, was gone.

I made the decision to take him off support. However, both parents must agree. She wanted to wait a month or two to “see if there’s change” Regardless his brain was now just black matter on the scans. It took her UK boyfriend talking her into it, but she finally agreed. The day we took him off the support, I walked into the room and she was laying on the coach next to our son, who was dying, face-timing this guy. This woman, let a fucking stranger into the most intimate moment I’ll ever have in my life.

After he died, I left for two weeks to try to get my head strait. Luckily I buried him on my family’s property, he was my blood and a fighter. If any man deserved to be buried in the roots of my family, it was my son. When I came back home, I found a plan B in the trash, lots of empty bottles, and I wont even go into the what I saw on the phone. She had fucked her co-worker. Good to see things don’t change, right?

Anyways we got drunk and settled the divorce on our own. Uncontested. Split things up, gave some money, and what was done was done. Signed the papers and moved on.

My last day there, she couldn’t even let me have peace. She brought her boss’s brother over. He was smashed and fucked up. This is a whole other long cringe worthy story of how fucking ignorant women do shit for attention. Regardless, this dude used my fishing pole! SHE TOOK HIM FISHING WITH MY SHIT! Nothing is sacred with a woman… she even thanked me for teaching her to fish, because home boy was “too city boy” and couldn’t fish. Anyways, she had to bring this dude around the last day I was there… Jokes on her because he got arrested that night, lol.

Anyways, this was my journey. There’s lots missing that I could include but this is already too long. You're free to believe it or not, but I'll gladly give receipts if you need the stupid shaken out of you.

The lessons here:

NO MARRIAGE

NO COHABITATION

NO KIDS

Peace of Mind is priceless

Grow or Die