I ran across the following interesting story, in some other place. My comments are inline. Credit to the original author, who will remain anonymous for privacy reasons, at least for the moment.
Prior to marriage I had saved myself a virgin for 33 years out of respect for God and for my future wife.
Very few brothers, outside a monastery, can make such a statement with a straight face. Most men who say such stuff are doing so as an attempt at ego defense. Being untouchable for that length of time is generally due to a combination of factors, including the poor quality of wimminz around them, combined with the stratospheric expectations of such wimminz.
She had confessed to me, after I was in love with her, that she had rode the cock carousel fucking and sucking many cocks until she had “gotten saved” a couple years earlier.
Queue the old song: Jesus is just all right with me…
She cried and begged my forgiveness, saying how she “wished she had saved all that for me” and saying how truly regretful she was.
My (gone-not-forgotten) brother AfOR used to call this “wallet-seeking mode.” When a bitch sees her spending money drying up, she suddenly becomes incredibly sweet and submissive. Once she latches onto a man with those parasite claws, and gains access to his bank account, all that good behavior goes right down the toilet.
She deserved an Oscar, because she really had me convinced that she was a changed woman. I forgave her, and expected that none of that would ever come up again, because she had “repented” of it. (pretty foolish in hindsight)
Earl brought up an interesting phenomenon, worthy of its own separate article.
Skank-ho wimminz will always reveal their flaws. One has to be especially astute to pick up on such things, as they’re usually couched in plausible deniability: usually humor, but sometimes whiny pleas for forgiveness. Young brothers need to pay special attention to catch such admissions.
In the wimminz’ mind, these revelations absolve her not only of her past, but of treating you just as shabbily as all the men that came before. After all, you were given all the information up front, and you signed on to be her next meal-ticket, when you forgave her shortcomings.
I bet the original author of this story imagined that his whore of a wife would appreciate his love, and his ability to forgive. In reality, he marked himself as a chump, the minute he overlooked such stuff.
I also was very Alpha, and am hung like a pornstar, so I didn’t figure I should not be jealous, seeing how it is a near statistical improbability that she had ever met many, much less fucked a man of my off the charts abnormal phallic girth.(being this big isn’t always ideal FWIW) Anyhoo…
Men who are unmarried and sexually inexperienced at 33 are the opposite of “alpha,” by any objective measure. Your dick size is irrelevant, and only of interest to homosexuals and skank-ho wimminz, though given the place this was originally posted, it seems apropos.
About a week into our honeymoon, after having sex 3-4 times a day, my wife announces that her period has showed up, and that we will not be having sex for 10-14 days, until it is gone.
Given that female menstruation lasts only 3-4 days, I wonder what species of non-human animal this guy is married to.
I said, that’s cool, I’ve been wanting to get the first blowjob of my life. To which she responded, Well I’m not doing that. For me to do that as your wife, would be demeaning to me as a woman.
I’ve been flamed for this before, but in theory, I could be on the woman’s side here, had she put the matter a bit more reasonably.
Imagine you got married, as this guy did, as a man who was formerly completely untouchable. Now suppose on your wedding night, your new wife told you she expected you to suck her toes, or lick her smelly anus, or let her fuck you in the ass with a strap-on dildo. After all, that’s what really excites her…
Sex is where you put your dick in your woman’s cunt. There’s no requirement that your spouse get anal fissures or stretch-marks around her mouth, just because you want to get freaky. This other weird shit, that you people are into, is fine, but only if your partner approves.
I said, that’s not fair, what about all the other dudes you sucked? To which she responded that she respected them all more than me.(an intentional distancing behavior) I was just floored, insulted, suddenly I felt cucked by her newfound respect for all her past lovers, and felt trapped by my Christianity.
If it’s any consolation, she never had any respect for me or my friends, either. She’s just saying as much, to fuck with you. That aside, I did hit all her holes, multiple times, and I remember when your ho’ wife was down on her knees, breathlessly begging me to choke her with my abnormally small, ugly, pinky-sized peen.
Nietzsche said it was a slave’s religion, and given the behavior I see here, I’d say he wasn’t far off.
The proper response to such declarations is simple. You look at the bitch and say, with a totally flat affect:
“Cool. I’m already bored of fucking you, anway.”
At which point you hop in the car, and get the fuck out of the area. The next person you talk to is a qualified divorce attorney. If you’re lucky, you might get out cheaply because of the brevity of the whole affair, but don’t count on it.
Her, “I wish I had saved that all for you” was just an unrepentant lie. I’m still hesitant to share it even today. For many years I was even too ashamed to share that in counselling.
From all the horror stories I’ve heard, this is not as unusual as anyone imagines. Remember the old AfORism about wallet-seeking mode? A wimminz will do anything, say anything, play any role, to get access to your resources. Once that wealth is locked down, you become completely superfluous.
I submitted. I felt I had to, to preserve our marriage.
“Our marriage…” What a laugh!
I can remember her saying it, initially even with a bit of an evil smirk on her face. I didn’t feel it would be right to divorce her one week into our marriage, or even to threaten that, but in hindsight, What she did was godless and inexcusable, and I should have corrected her immediately.
This man made a huge mistake on that day, and he is still paying for it. Young brothers, you had best read and understand.
I tried to reason with her, but she knew she had me by my Christian balls. In hindsight I wish I had thrown the bitch and her suitcases out of the honeymoon suite. It would have been far better to have made her choose to respect me then and there, or to leave me then and there, than to be a cuck for the next 16 years, hoping and praying that she would change, taking her to pastor after pastor, trying to get a fucking cuck pastor to tell her to do right to no avail.(which we were going to often, as she was constantly bitching at me, and having online affairs ‘to console herself’)
Christianity is completely feminized, because Christian priests recognize and respect the status-quo. The wimminz controls the resources. You are merely a slave. He will always err on the side of the wimminz, because he wants the collection plate to be filled on Sunday morning.
Read up to “wallet-seeking mode” if you somehow missed the underlying lesson.
Try getting a Feminist pastor to tell your wife to suck your dick.
She doesn’t have to give you digestive-tract sex. She just has to be sweet, offer to let you fuck her stinking, bleeding hole if that’s what you really need to do, and make you breakfast.
I haven’t met one man-of-God-enough to say that to her yet. Fuck them all to Hell, those worthless hirelings! I’ll praise the holiness of God when those false teachers burn, sizzling like bacon, their smoke rising up eternally.
Where does your God say you get to sodomize your spouse during menstruation? Probably in the same verse He allows her to bang other men, while you’re on your business trip.
They all let that root of bitterness fester and grow never lifting a finger even after divorce, destroying my kids home, and instead they bashed me for wanting the same respect she showed other guys, something my wife claims might have made her unhaaaaaapy. In short I, perhaps wrongly, felt It was not Christian to do the things I should have done, to use the game techniques I should have used. And so I was a f**king church-cuck instead.
Seeking a scapegoat in your Christian priest is something a weak man would fall upon. You did this to yourself. Don’t forget it.
Now, I was still Alpha with other women, but, even there, I didn’t do that in front of my wife, and I probably should have. So I have been stuck in a situation where a lot of women have been interested in me, just not my wife.(Our sex life quickly slowed to a trickle, before she eventually cut that off entirely) And I believe if I was not as Alpha as I am, my situation would only have been worse.
More ego-defense. Keep telling yourself this. You’re well on your way to repeating all the same mistakes you made the first time, learning nothing in the process.
Her mom is much worse to her father, and they’re from an older generation, which makes that all the more shocking to me. That was Probably TMI. But, hopefully you can see that I didn’t practice what I now preach in my own marriage, and it has been truly without intimacy, just how my wife wants it, the entire time, until she decided to further punish me for becoming a cuck. She didn’t like what I let her turn me into. Foolish women will tear their own homes down with their own hands, I’ve seen that before. The church needs to stand up against that foolishness, not aid and abet them.
Blaming outside institutions is pathetic. It’s not the church’s job to demand respect from your wife — though they clearly do a better job than you did, given that she managed to get the church to support her while she made you a cuckold.
Why didn’t you address these issues before you put your own neck in the noose?
Whether this guy learns from his mistakes or not, it is incumbent upon every young man who stumbles in here to read and understand this scenario.
Today I am being divorce raped and stand falsely accused of being a Sex/Porn addict, and a danger to my kids which I consequently did not get to see this weekend. Exactly 8 months later I have still not had a day in court to even address the charges. Be thankful you’re on your own, some of you, without a government attached disrespectful soul-sucking leach. I briefly got to talk with my kids on monitored speakerphone tonight, but I was warned by my wife, before being allowed to talk to them, that my oldest son had been asking why he hadn’t seen me, and that if I told him anything, I would not get to talk to them or see them again. That’s my life today. I’ve still got a bunch of “sex addict” questionnaire to fill out and turn in tomorrow, before going to work so that my wife Who is off work for the summer form her part-time job, can afford to live in a sperate house with my kids and tell them “daddy doesn’t want to see you”, like she did the last time she ran off with them.
Your kids don’t belong to you. They never did. They belong to the feminist state.
It’s a sad story, but an instructive one. He who has ears, let him hear the consequences of signing that marriage certificate…