Month: March 2025

If I tell you I no longer want you to feed me or support me, what exactly would I owe you? Nothing. Yet in her mind, the moment she walks away, you still owe her. If she rejects your support because she found one imperfection in you, she still believes she’s entitled to take something on her way out, your money, your possessions, even your peace.
 
Can you name even one song where a woman sincerely professes her love for a man, without conditions, without self-promotion, without turning it into her personal empowerment anthem? Outside of Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You” and Tammy Wynette’s “Stand By Your Man,” the examples are almost non-existent. That silence speaks louder than a thousand choruses.
 
If she can control her mood swings, tantrums and emotional outbursts at work or around family, why is it that she unleashes them all on you? It’s because she respects them more than she respects you. You’re her emotional punching bag because she thinks you’ll never walk away.
 
Is a woman entitled to free meals, gifts and entertainment from any man as long as she’s attractive? And when her beauty fades, is she still entitled to his money anyway? Ask yourself how many working wives actually build the family’s future with their earnings, and how many secretly stash it away to buy their freedom from the man who carried them from the start.
 
What would someone have to do for you to make you willing to protect them with your life and break your back paying their bills? If the answer is “love me,” then how exactly did the women in your past thank you for the wining, dining, protecting and providing? Too often, that thanks comes in the form of boredom, resentment, or a list of demands you never signed up for.
 
Watch closely, women often start resenting their man around the time their youngest child turns four or five, or after three years with no kids. The pattern is there if you’re willing to see it. And once you see it, you’ll stop wondering what you owe, and start asking why you were expected to owe it in the first place.

A woman will block men from her friend in any way she can because she doesn’t want to be alone.
 
She’ll sabotage the conversation, interrupt the vibe and pull her friend away the moment it looks like someone else might get attention. Misery doesn’t love company, it demands it.
 
A man will do the opposite. He’ll take one for the team.
 
He’ll entertain the fat chick, laugh at her jokes and keep her distracted just so his buddy can get the hottie.
 
Men wingman. Women block.

Today I ran into a friend of mine who retired to Florida. He came back to New York City for a visit and told me something wild. His 44 year old daughter contacted him out of the blue.
 
Backstory, when he returned home from Vietnam, he settled down with a woman. She got pregnant, but before the baby was even born, she ran off while eight months pregnant. Vanished. No warning. No goodbye. Never to be seen again.
 
Turns out that baby was a girl he never got to meet. Four decades later, she found him through Ancestry.com and wrote a letter. That letter ended up being delivered to his old address, where his son lives now.
 
Shockingly, his long lost daughter lives just eight miles away from his retirement home. She has two kids, one 10, the other 13. He told me she looks like him, talks like him, and even finishes his sentences. After all these years, he’s got grandkids to watch over. And that gave him something to live for.
 
As for the mother? When her kids got older, two more boys from two different men, she hooked up with a gang of criminals. Got into heroin. Got deep. And then she died. My friend didn’t share the details, and I didn’t press him. Some endings speak for themselves.
 
But he’s at peace. This is actually the second daughter who came back. Years ago, another daughter from a past wife came storming in to confront him for not paying child support.
 
He didn’t argue. He didn’t yell. He opened his desk drawer, pulled out a box full of canceled checks, and handed it to her.
 
The receipts were always there.

Women define themselves by how they perceive their partner’s worth and status. They constantly compare their situation to the lives of other women in their sphere of influence.
 
With absolutely no regard for his needs, a woman will place all of her needs, wants, and desires, real or imaginary, entirely on that partner to fulfill.
 
Without his knowledge or consent, she silently appoints him as the one responsible for satisfying her in every possible way without offering a single clue about what she actually wants.
 
He is expected to just know. If he doesn’t, then “it wasn’t meant to be.”
 
If he fails to meet her ever-shifting, unrealistic expectations, she will begin to look at him as if he betrayed her. And then she will act like he did.

Why the hell are there so many females heading up the Fathers’ Rights movement? That makes no GOD damn sense.
 
I started this account to empower men and to shatter the angelic delusions men still hold about women.
 
I post more truth in a day than any so called Mens’ or Fathers’ Rights group combined. I never asked for money. I’m just one man.
 
They are entire organizations full of male followers being led by Judas Goat females straight to the slaughter.
 
I built my own group, Men Only. I only friend men, no females.
 
And don’t get it twisted. I’ve complimented women when it’s deserved. I’ve posted videos of great women. I do not hate strong, powerful, intelligent, creative women. I wish they all were that way.
 
But what I actually see are bossy, vicious, vindictive, money grubbing whores. Women who take pleasure in leading men by the nose and cutting them down.
 
There was one of them who had her kid’s face on her profile. No doubt a single mom who bailed on the father. And now she wants pity for the new man in her life, a man whose wife walked out on him too.
 
That same woman is now an admin. She deleted one of my posts.
 
And that right there is the problem.

We have sold ourselves way too short to women for far too long.
 
These are not the women of the 1950s, the ones who raised our kids, made our homes, and prepared our beds while we were out in the foxholes risking our necks for the family.
 
Those women made sure we came home to a clean house, folded laundry, and hot meals. They appreciated the sacrifice.
 
Today’s women want slaves.
 
They expect every want, need, and desire, real or imaginary, to be fulfilled on command. They won’t lift a finger to do anything loving for us.
 
We are expected to come home from work and cook them dinner. We’re expected to pay for $10,000 handbags, hire maids, and afford personal chefs.
 
They want new cars, designer furniture, and five star treatment every damn day. We’re told to provide happiness, attention, jewelry, and roses, all on a silver platter.
 
They demand nonstop compliments and endless validation. It’s more than any ten men could give one woman.
 
And if you don’t pamper the queen like a good little servant, she will abort your child or kidnap your kids and make you pay through the nose just for four supervised days a month.
 
And what exactly does she give back that’s worth all that?
 
It’s time to stop the worship and bring back the standard.
 
If you want to live under my protection and enjoy my provisions, then you need to prove your worth to me.
 
What can you offer a man willing to bleed for you, feed you, clothe you, and build your world?
 
Share this if you know I’m right.
 
I mean it.