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[Sticky] Don's intoduction...please don't fall asleep y'bastards!!
I have been a classic 'lurker' for about two years now and I finally
decided to see if I could join this fine band of merry men. You have
helped me out enormously just by being accessible. The site has
assisted me in confirming things that I already know and taught me how
to think outside of conventional lines on things that I don't.
I am in my mid-forties, never been married but I have been engaged
once. My 'relationships' with women have ranged from one night stands
up to 3 years. None longer than that and usually averaging about 2
years. I have no children.
I am currently not working but my occupation has largely been within
sales for various companies. My main hobby is Golf, but I also enjoy
playing Snooker, Pool and Darts. I also enjoy the odd whiskey or ten,
but only for medicinal purposes.
I think that I have always been a progressive MGTOW at heart, but
really didn't know how to convey that sentiment. Nothing ever quite
prepares you for your fight against the 'blue pill' attitude. For me,
there was never any warnings, any assistance or any friendly advice
from any worldy, elder relatives about the pitfalls of women and their
true nature. Well, maybe the odd grunt from time to time from some
washed up old drunk from the end of some bar in some place. As you
probably all were, I was just expected to go out, find a girl, marry
her, have kids and live happily ever after. Society was saying "Trust
us, everything will turn out great!!!" But something never seemed to
sit right. My seventh sense was always working overtime - I like to
think it was in an attempt to protect me from all harm. The angel and
the devil on my shoulders were, for once, incomplete agreement.
My early experiences with women in general (as a child) were very
good. One Grandmother died when I was fairly young - but of whom I
still remember with great affection. My other Grandmother passed away
when I was in my mid-twenties. She was an amazing woman. Archetypal
Granny if ever there was one. A white-haired, smiling, happy woman who
was always there when i needed her and couldn't do enough for me. Then
there was my mother. I have read comments from people on here and on
other sites who have had issues and problems with their mothers. I feel
for those people greatly as it has been the complete opposite for me.
She has been the epitome of not just a mother, but also as a friend
and, in truth, a perfect human being.
I mention these examples to show that if anybody should be 'blue
pilled', it should be me. I could not have hand picked women like these
- even from a mythical list. My respect for women should be beyond
reproach. I should be screaming the virtues of NAWALT. However, I am
most definitely not. I often wonder if a more accurate acronym should
include NAWALT (Particularly If You Are Related To Them). Although I am
willing to accept that NAWALTPIYARTT is not an especially flowing and
charming replacement. That is why I prefer to use and choose to believe
the alternative EWALT. (Enough Women Are Like That). I also can't
believe that every single woman in the world is a bad 'un. It can't
possibly be true....can it??? Erm....anyway....
I always went into relationships thinking that this could be 'the
one'. I was always smitten. I was always wrong.
My first proper long-term relationship almost killed me. I was around
20 years old and prior to that was solely used to very, very short term
relationships or one night stands. Then this relationship happened.
During the relationship, I thought everything was fantastic. She was as
enthusiastic about the relationship as me, if not more so. First love
for both of us. We spent all our time together. It was the first time
that I really had readily accessible sex. Wow. You remember?
Anytime/All the time/Everywhere. We went places, saw things, everything
was new. Then it all went wrong. Two years later, not much changed and
nothing of any note happened - we just split-up. I got severely
depressed and ended up losing my job over the break up. I was to remain
in this state for a long time. I was still a very young man, not very
street-wise or experienced in most things. More than that, I was
confused. What the hell have I done wrong? What the hell have I not
done? No answers.
I never knew. Looking back - now and only now I know that I had just
had my first delicious taste of hypergamy. A word I never even knew of,
or about, but an 'illness' of which I was destined to become a
'potential' victim of many more times in my life. It was during this
first relationship that I experienced 'reverse domestic violence'. Or
domestic violence as I prefer to call it. Nothing terrible or life
threatening but enough to call it out for what it was. Enough for me to
call off a relationship if that ever happened nowadays. She wanted
more. Don't we all? Can I have some more please? I was earning more
than her - but not enough for what she wanted. I did all the
entertaining. She contributed nothing in that department. Or any
department. I put in 100%. She didn't - because she 'didn't have to'. I
gave everything. She took it. The age old story of a woman providing
nothing - other than sex - and wanting everything.
More short term relationships followed over the next few years but I,
subconsciously, was already on the lookout for those women who appeared
to be after a 'provider'. The women who contributed little. There were
several. However, I now had the ability to spot them and deal with them
accordingly. ie/ short-term strategy then bail out mid-stream.
In my thirties, along with a few very short term relationships, I also
had two long-term relationships. The two ended due to very different
reasons. One proved that I was growing as a man and no longer prepared
to put up with any crap whatsoever. It also proved that I was
eventually strong enough to deal with and react to situations I would
have struggled with before, thereby, putting myself first. The second
one proved only one thing - that I was still a complete and utter
The first relationship in my thirties introduced me to a cheat - the
first time I had ever been cheated on. Please feel free to laugh in 3...
2...1...go!! Ok then, the first time that I know of. When we met, I
obviously didn't know her at all and it took a long time for me to find
out her past. She already had a holiday booked - two weeks in Greece
with a male colleague. Naturally, this didn't seem like a good idea to
me but what could I do/say? (YES....I KNOW NOW) It was already booked
so I either trusted her or I didn't. After seeing the lad she was due
to go with, my mind was eased as I thought that there is no way she
will have sex with him and if he is with her all the time, she's not
going to be having sex with anybody else. Right on the initial
conclusion....Oh Lord help me on the second conclusion!! About 3 months
later the two friends fell out and stories started circulating around
work about my girlfriend (my friend also worked there). Apparently, she
had single handedly invented a 'see how many Greek barmen's cocks I can
fit into my body in two weeks' competition that only she could enter.
She won it by the way. In case you were wondering how she got on. I
hate it when people leave details out!!
She denied everything of course. According to her, the colleague was
lying because he wanted to have sex with her and she wouldn't let him.
This was plausible I suppose so I wanted to believe her but I just
couldn't let it go. Over the next I don't know how long, I transformed
myself into Sherlock Holmes. My friend and I ended up playing bad
cop/psycho cop with her, the colleague and anyone and everyone that
could have heard anything. We found out bits and bats here and there to
the point that we could piece things together albeit without direct
evidence. She eventually admitted to 'kissing' one barman but that was
all. Her story was so bad that Stevie Wonder could have seen through
it. She also panicked herself into saying that she was 'sexually
assaulted' by another - but managed to 'fight him off' and run back to
the hotel. She didn't tell me about it or report it as she just wanted
to forget about the 'very, very traumatic experience'!! Photographic
evidence showed that she was back in the bar of the potential rapist
the night after that, smiling her head off, playing Jenga with him and
2 other people. Lots came out - too many to mention, but the last thing
that happened was that she was seen getting picked up from the hotel by
another barman at 4am and dropped back off at about 5.30. She said that
she was just saying goodbye to him because he had been a good mate for
the last fortnight.
So, she denied almost everything and even though she was caught out in
several lies, she still maintained her innocence. She even very kindly
suggested that I seek help professionally for my delusions of her
cheating. What a gal. Three cheers for her. Hip-hip....oh, you don't
want to? Can't say that I blame you.
I was totally numbed by all this yet I stayed with her for another two
and a half years. I lived with it and partly learned to deal with it. I
used to think that she regretted it as she truly did go all out to make
up for it up. She didn't ever admit it but knew full well that I knew
what she had done and tried everything to keep me until I eventually
ended it. Now, thanks to sites like these, I realise that she wasn't
sorry for doing it, she was only sorry for getting caught out. I also
now know that she thought she 'deserved' to be able to do whatever she
wanted because 'it FELT like the right thing to do' at the time.
Feelings, eh? I was never able to deal with it properly though. I lost
all trust and respect for her and decided that I would keep it going
just for the easy sex and the many holidays we went on. Plus, it was
less effort than having to find somebody else. One day, I just came to
the realization that I didn't have to put up with this and called the
whole thing off.
That was the day that I refused to put up with any sort of infidelity
against me. In fact, infidelity, shouting, screaming, sulking -
anything. No more would I needlessly suffer from anything along those
lines. I refused to put up with any of it from anybody. I imagine that
this might be a basic requirement for a normal person and not much of
an achievement. However, it took me a relatively long time to get there
as I always took a massive amount of poor behaviour from women before
reacting. That day made me feel proud of myself. I had turned the
proverbial corner. I felt like I had an enormous emotional boulder
lifted from me.
The second serious relationship in my thirties was the relationship
where I eventually ended up getting engaged. She was a lot younger than
me but we got on like a house on fire from the get-go. I guess I was
flattered that I was getting interest from someone much younger than
me. She was attractive, very feminine and had a great sense of humour
in most respects. She was a great person, I can't deny it. I fell in
love with her almost straight away. She had a fantastic laugh that set
the room alight and anybody that heard it couldn't help laughing
themselves. It usually started after she got to a point where she had
been laughing and couldn't laugh anymore. I seemed to be the only
person who could make her do it regularly. It stroked my ego which
helped me in loving her all the more. Plus, I always find that the
younger one's will do absolutely anything sexually. They haven't yet
reached that age where they start crossing sexual activities off the
benefits list for new partners. Nothing was taboo. Together for two and
a bit years, we got engaged. I can't remember how many times that she
mentioned me proposing as I can only count to 25,000. Look, I'm a bloke
and so I did that bloke thing where you think "I know.....I'll buy her
a ring and that'll definitely shut her up for another two years". Any
other men reading this who thought the same as me will tell you exactly
how successful a plan that is!!
Things started going downhill slowly from about the two and a half
year point. She probably realised that we weren't going to be getting
married any time soon. I think that she was just going through the
motions after that until we parted ways. The break up was as peaceful
as any that I have ever had. We wished each other well and we went our
own ways. I didn't blame her or hate her in any way - why should I? She
was a kind person and I believe that she wanted the best for us both.
In truth, we were at different points of our life, so really, the fault
was mine. I think that part of me knew it was never going to end up as
happy families - even though I kind of did want that. She went along
with everything hoping for and expecting the best.
This relationship is hardly an eye-opener in terms of MGTOW. Two
people meet, get on fantastically well, get engaged, decide to split up,
wish each other well and carry on with their lives. However, it was
what happened afterwards that made me realise even more truths about a
woman's oh so generic behavioural patterns.
We kept in touch for a while after the relationship finished. She used
to nip round and 'be a good girl' for about six months. I didn't want
her back so that worked just fine for me. In return, she would unload
all her thoughts out on me as if I was still responsible for sorting
all her stuff out. I got all the phrases you would associate with a
woman who is trying to justify moving on. Yes, as you may have guessed,
it DID include that one; "I'm trying to find out who I am". I laughed
as she said it. She didn't understand why I was laughing and I didn't
tell her. I genuinely believe that she did think of that sentence on
the spot and wasn't parroting somebody else that she'd heard. How do
they ALL manage to say the same things? Another cracker was when she
turned up again out of the blue - just after she had split up from her
next boyfriend. This may have been the biggest idiot in the entire
history of the Complete Idiot Tribe. After getting several tales of
this Benny beating his own mum up on Mother's Day, stealing my ex's
car, cheating on her and refusing to pay her back for money she lent
him, I asked her what she was doing with him. I got this one liner that
you will all know about; "I saw it as a project". I'm absolutely
serious - she said it!! She verbalized what we all know they do.
Unbelievable. Again, she wondered why I was laughing so hard.
After that, we lost touch. Mainly as I couldn't be bothered with her
drama.I think that I had made it to full MGTOW by this point. Even the
unconventional sex wasn't worth it anymore. I don't really do facebook
but one of my mates decided, against my wishes, to look her up. Nine
months later, she had got engaged and married, was pregnant, had moved
into his house/flat, bought a dog and persuaded him to set up his own
business. All within 9 months!! I'm pleased for her. You've got to hand
it to her as she's got exactly what she wanted. Lots of facebook 'love
yoooo' messages to each other and photo's. It was this that made me
realise something else about women. You could have transposed my face
onto his or his onto mine and had the exact same photo's. Same
positions, same facial angles, same place in her mum and dad's house,
same faces pulled,(still the same clothes in some shots!!). Same
messages on facebook - the 'love yoooo messages seeking validation, the
'look at us' (me) photo's. Here's my point. I've read discussions on
here about the differences between a man and a woman's 'version' of
love. I consider men to be genuinely capable of loving women in the
truest sense of the word. I don't think most women are. I don't even
think they fully understand what to love truly means. I now don't think
I mattered at all to my ex-fiance. She said the right things and did
the right things, I agree. But I honestly think that ANYBODY would have
done for her, just as long as they give her what she wants, when she
wants it. When I realised that, I finally understood what I had meant
to her. Nothing.
That was my last long term relationship as I've basically sickened
myself off women entirely. When I think back over my life, every single
miserable or stressful event has been caused because of a relationship
or the woman in it. If you take women out of the equation, I have
managed to live a life free of unnecessary drama.
Occasionally, I'm ashamed to say, I do stick my head above the parapet
and seek a little bit of action - usually to be disappointed again. I
must be a glutton for punishment. It's like every week I do the lottery
and every week I just can't believe that I haven't won!!
My last short-term relationship (3 months) was so bad in so many
respects that if I was in the MGTOW army, I would have been court-
martialed for gross stupidity. I met her through a female friend. I
fancied her straight away despite the alarm bells that would have
deafened everybody else.
Now, in my own defence, your honour, there are mitigating
circumstances that I would like to be taken into account. Firstly, she
used to be a 10. I know that she isn't now, but she is still probably
about an 8 for her age when she's fully done up. Secondly, she
purposely 'tricked' me into bed by saying that she would like to suck
my cock. Thirdly, she purposely 'tricked' me into bed by saying that
she would like to suck my cock. Fourthly, thanks to my ever increasing
MGTOW teachings, I did actually know prior to the outset that this was
just about sex. Even though I admit I did have a bit of a dicky-spell
half way through and thought that it might go somewhere - I stayed
strong. Fifthly, the first time she thought she could raise her voice
to me, I was gone.
The reason that I wished to become a member is that I would like to
contribute in any way that I can. This site has given me many smiles
and many laughs, it has given me knowing nods of agreement and even
some eureka moments of realisation. I hope that I might contribute
something to that in the future.
Anyhow, that's about it for me. I hope that I've covered the requisite
requirements satisfactorily. Please let me know if I have missed
anything important out or if you would like to know anything else about
Wow. Welcome Don.
Welcome to our new home, Don!
Nice Avatar, BTW.
Great introduction. You are a poster child for the man growing up in well situated surroundings and mental hygiene. But then gets taken aback by a chain of unfortunate relationshits with the average type of female we all have to deal with nowadays.
You are the perfect example that it's not "childhood trauma" that made you go MGTOW. It was the "cunthood" of today.
And all cunts - all over the world - are synchronized in their speech and behavioral patterns like on huge organism.
Take the dictionary to find out what German cunts say. It's identical.
Now let me crystallize the center of your story. The big takeaway for readers:
Cunts don't love you, they only love what you can do for them.
Or Briffault's law: “the female, not the male, determines all the conditions of the animal family. Where the female can derive no benefit from association with the male, no such association takes place.”
And if you don't provide, she is gone and marries the next guy in line (no matter what he is like) who gives her what she wants, when she wants it... Your character doesn't count.
Here's my point. I've read discussions on here about the differences between a man and a woman's 'version' of love. I consider men to be genuinely capable of loving women in the truest sense of the word. I don't think most women are. I don't even think they fully understand what to love truly means. I now don't think I mattered at all to my ex-fiance. She said the right things and did the right things, I agree. But I honestly think that ANYBODY would have done for her, just as long as they give her what she wants, when she wants it. When I realised that, I finally understood what I had meant to her. Nothing.
Forever Uncunted - If it has a vagina, it has to go!
The intro's are hard to write sometimes...but if even one person recognises the repeating patterns, it makes the whole process worth it.
I imagine that at some point, we all thought we were simply 'unlucky'. Luck has nothing to do with most relationship break ups. It's only a matter of how much time and which method you will fall foul of, that counts.
Welcome Don! Great intro!
Do NOT chase tail. Turn yours around and live FREE!
Just keep one of your high powered rifles primed and ready for me if I'm ever stupid enough to relapse.
I'll draw the target on my forehead for you myself!! 😉
Thanks Buddy....nice to be here with you all.
Excellent intro Don. Very glad to have you aboard. 👍
Very pleased to be here. What a great set up this place is!!
Looking forward to the discussion/
Very pleased to be here. What a great set up this place is!!
Looking forward to the discussion/
Indeed. I would also reccomend there are some high calibre members with a wealth of experience and knowledge; General Kenobi also logs in sometimes.
I heard Old School shows up in there now and then and an alter ego named Chad...
Welcome Don Keyote, nice intro.
#Remember therefore how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent. If therefore thou shalt not watch, I will come on thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thee. (Revelation 3:3)
Welcome Don Keyote, nice intro.
Just another Disciple headed towards MGTOW Emmaus.
Welcome donk, um—err Don.
Glad you found your way here.
Always carry a knife with you. Just in case there's cheesecake, or you need to stab someone in the throat. -General 'Mad Dog' Mattis.
Thanks Grue, me 'ol china
Glad to be here.
My new disguise din't work so well, did it? Lol
My brother's old answering machine message, it worked very well!
So sorwee, nobodyhome, pweeze weave messich!
Pleased to be here
This is a journey to becoming self-realized. We live in this illusion that if we do everything right, serve as perfect slaves, we will have a happy life. We don't even want this dream, as men. We don't want that mind-numbing job, working late to make ends meet. We don't want to come home to a woman making us wish we worked even later instead. These are all lies from our brainwashed childhood. Men don't do well boxed in. Men are problem solvers, thinkers, logic machines with good hearts. Women can have nice bodies, but nothing else is good about them. They are the destruction to the real dream of men.
Good to see you here Don. You are rocking the truth now, and it is painful at first. Once we are disillusioned.
"Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honor, which is probably more than she ever did."
Groucho Marx: Duck Soup (1933)
Thank you Don for the awesome introduction, in comparison mine is just "hi". 🤣 🤣 🤣 Great to have you as a member and thank you for all your support on GYOW.
"What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal." -Albert Pike
"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." - Clarence Buddinton Kelland