Month: April 2025

You shout that you are independent and that you do not need a man. You say it with pride because the world feels stable and safe around you. But here is the truth. Your comfort was not built by words. It was built by calloused hands you never see.
 
Independence is a luxury that exists because men built the world beneath your feet.
 
Men laid the concrete you walk on.
 
Men raised the buildings that protect you from the cold.
 
Men wired the electricity that lights up your home.
 
Men dug the trenches that deliver your water and carry away your waste.
 
Men defend the borders that keep your freedom possible.
 
You can only ignore men because men have never stopped doing the work.
 
This is the real structure of civilization:
 
• 99% of loggers are men• 98% of carpenters are men• 97% of roofers are men• 97% of fishermen are men• 97% of demolition and explosives technicians are men• 97% of all mechanics are men• 96% of iron and steel workers are men• 96% of construction workers are men• 96% of welders are men• 96% of firefighters are men• 95% of electricians are men• 95% of plumbers are men• 95% of oil rig workers are men• 95% of linemen are men• 94% of HVAC professionals are men• 94% of train operators are men• 94% of deep sea divers are men• 93% of sanitation workers are men• 93% of paramedics and EMTs are men• 92% of dock workers are men• 92% of forklift operators are men• 92% of corrections officers are men• 91% of truck drivers are men• 91% of mechanical engineers are men• 90% of machine operators are men• 90% of pilots are men• 90% of miners are men• 95% of front line combat soldiers are men 
These are the jobs that keep humanity alive.These are the men who stop the world from falling apart.
 
You can say you are independent. You are independent because men deliver your food before hunger ever reaches you. You are independent because men repair the power lines before your home goes dark. You are independent because when the world catches fire men run forward instead of running away. That is the foundation you stand on.
 
And when danger comes the truth appears fast.You do not need a man until the floodwaters rise.You do not need a man until the earthquake rips the walls apart.You do not need a man until the hurricane tears the city to pieces.You do not need a man until the tornado turns your street into ruins.You do not need a man until the fire devours everything you thought you controlled.
 
Then the voice changes.Then you call for the same men you said you did not need.
 
When the boat is sinking independence disappears.The first to demand rescueThe first to be savedThe first to be protectedAre the ones who said they do not rely on anyone
 
Because survival does not listen to slogans.It listens to strength.It listens to courage.It listens to those who step into danger while others step away.
 
So yes call yourself independent. Enjoy the safety men provide. Enjoy the food men transport. Enjoy the heat men generate. Enjoy the comfort men maintain. That is your right and men do not complain about their duty.
 
But never forget this truth.Independence that only exists in safety is not independence.It is stability borrowed from the men who never stop holding the line.

1. Name a woman who ever freely offered her man alimony.
 
2. Name a woman who ever refused alimony that was offered to her.
 
3. Name a woman who bought her man a gold watch with her own money.
 
4. Name a woman who worked harder than her man, earned more than her man, and stayed married to that man.
 
5. Name a woman who ever offered to pay for a man’s dinner on a first date.
 
6. Name a woman who told a man not to buy an expensive wedding or engagement ring.
 
7. Name a woman who risked her life to save a man.
 
8. Where are the crowds of women who offer vacations out of their own pocket for a man they love?
 
9. Name a woman who stuck her neck out to save anyone other than her kids.
 
10. Name a woman who picked up a broken man and nursed him back to health.
 
11. Name a woman who openly blamed herself for the breakup of her family.
 
12. Name a female inventor.

Whenever I talk to women about how women behave, they immediately get defensive and protect their collective image with their lives. The first thing they do is assign blame to the man. No matter what, the man is responsible for the woman’s actions. They take it further by blaming him for choosing the wrong woman, as if a man is supposed to predict the future and know exactly how a woman will behave years down the line.
 
Think about it. Women get approached by men far more than men ever get approached by women. That’s because women are lazy when it comes to choosing a partner. Out of the many men who offer themselves to a single woman, she picks one. And nine times out of ten, she picks the biggest liar and cheat she can find. She would choose a random stranger over her own family in a heartbeat if that man dangles empty promises in front of her. Promises no man could ever fulfill, yet she will believe every word.
 
So, who really picks who?

Many years ago, I posted ads on Craigslist offering to pay women for sex. I would never pay a skank for sex. They are too dirty, and there’s no telling when they’ll make false claims against you. The replies came flooding in. I took their email addresses and used Facebook to uncover their real identities. (Back then, Craigslist didn’t mask email addresses.)
 
What I found was shocking. Married women with husbands who were bankers, businessmen, brokers, you name it. Women with beautiful homes, professionally decorated. One woman ran a catering business and met clients in venues she catered for. Another had a five-month-old child at home. One was using Craigslist to book clients both in New York and Minnesota where her husband’s family lived. Another was a single welfare mom with a sixteen-year-old son.
 
They ranged from 19 to 50 years old. The 50-year-olds posted pictures of themselves from high school. The younger ones would tell me they were doing this to pay for college. (Funny how I worked real jobs to pay for college.)
 
You cannot trust a woman while you are at work. They will spread diseases you can’t even imagine, and then they’ll have the nerve to blame you. If they got caught hooking, they’d still blame you, saying you weren’t good enough in bed or that you always worked too much.
 
Truth be told, I started pimping these girls out. I pimped six girls in total, peaking at three girls working for me at the same time. My best girl was pulling three tricks a day. Looking back, I think some of them acted up on purpose just to get a beating from me.

I hate when women call men pigs while surrounding themselves with the worst this society has to offer. Ever wonder why almost every man in prison has one or two kids with one or two women, while the hardworking guy flipping burgers at McDonald’s to pay for college gets labeled a sucker?
 
I hate it even more when men call men pigs. Are these men talking about themselves? Or were they raised by a single mother who only told them one side of the story, painting their father as a pig to cover her own choices?
 
Here’s the truth. Men are hardworking, selfless individuals who will risk their lives running into a burning building to save a stranger, while the mother of a child trapped inside screams, “Somebody do something!”
 
Men invent, improve, repair, build, explore, innovate, protect, and provide. Pigs don’t do that.
 
What do women do? They get pregnant, wait to be fed, and complain in the meantime. Pigs can do that too.

You want me to feed you, clothe you, entertain you, and pamper you on every level while I protect you with my life, no matter if you’re right or wrong. And if I don’t satisfy your endless wants, needs, and desires on command, you believe you have the right to take everything I’ve worked for my entire life, even what I earned before I met you. I’m expected to beg, grovel, and bribe you with expensive jewelry, overpriced food, and extravagant dates just to earn the privilege of being your servant.
 
I’m holding out for a better offer.

1. The right to terminate a fetus, even though a fetus has its own unique DNA, to her, it’s not a human until it’s born. She wants taxpayers to cover $2,000 for a $500 abortion she could have avoided with a $2 condom.
 
2. Government and private grants earmarked only for women for college and business. There are no such grants for men only, as that would be sexist.
 
3. The right to free dinner and entertainment on every date. Any man can go on a date with any woman if he offers enough expensive food and entertainment. She will not turn down a dinner at Masa where a meal for two easily hits $500.
 
4. The right to be protected by police and military while looking down on these men for being too low on the socioeconomic scale, not good enough to marry, and not being required to perform such duties herself.
 
5. The right to reside, free of charge, in thousands of government-funded women’s shelters designed for women only, in case she gets “abused” by the violent felons she prefers over the guy she calls too nice. By the way, she can lie about the abuse and still get in. There are no such shelters for men.
 
6. The right to hit any man she chooses for any reason she chooses, while demanding that no man ever lays a hand on her under any circumstances, except when she needs a man to hit another woman on her behalf.
 
7. The right to divorce any man she wants, take the kids because they’re “hers,” strip him of half, if not more, of his wealth and property, and take a chunk of his income for life because she claims ownership of his lifestyle. On top of that, she can reopen the settlement and demand more money if she finds out he earns more.
 
8. The right to convict any man she chooses of rape without trial, based solely on her word, and to walk free with no punishment when it’s proven she lied about it.
 
9. The right to sperm-jack a man, emptying a used condom into herself to lock in an 18-year payment plan.
 
10. Six months to two years of paid leave from her employer just for being pregnant.
 
11. Paid sick days for being on her period.
 
12. The right to commit paternity fraud for decades without paying restitution or facing criminal charges.
 
13. The right to expect any man, at any time, to rush to her rescue when she’s in trouble, even when she caused it and is completely in the wrong.
 
14. Free entry to nightclubs with free drinks just for being female. Ladies’ Nights.
 
15. The right to demand socialism from governments, dates, marriages, and employers while claiming she is equal to men.
 
16. The right to blame all men for her problems because she is never at fault for anything.
 
17. The right to be exempt from any dangerous or dirty jobs while preaching independence and equality to the very men who do them.
 
18. The right to demand affirmative action policies to push women into secure, well-paying male-dominated jobs even if they are unqualified. Dangerous, labor-intensive jobs are excluded.
 
Show this list to any woman and watch her blurt out one, if not both, of the following:
 
“Not ALL women are like that”
 
and/or
 
“You’re a woman hater!”
 
And right there, she proves the first statement true.

Women always lie about having a boyfriend even when they don’t. It’s like their imaginary security guard. The tougher their imaginary boyfriend, the more certain you can be that this broad is single. I’ve met women who claimed their boyfriends were cops, military, firemen, bouncers, you name it.
 
One time I met an Asian girl who told me her boyfriend was a famous Thai Mixed Martial Artist. When she proudly dropped his name, it sounded familiar. I quickly said, “That guy is good. I’ve seen him fight. He always has a few hot girls around him when he walks to the ring.”
 
Her face changed. Because I knew her imaginary protector had other interests. Little did she know, I was lying too. And why not? I love bursting their bubble.
 
Anyway, I told her I was a partner in a huge chain of NYC restaurants. Truth be told, I just knew one of the general managers. I piled on lie after lie about the business I didn’t own, told her I wanted to take her to one of ‘our’ most fancy restaurants for a meal she wouldn’t forget.
 
She was hesitant to give me her number, but soon enough, the lure of fine dining broke her. She got real excited imagining herself in that upscale restaurant. When she wrote the last digit, I told her I would call her for a double date with my girlfriend and her boyfriend. Suddenly, she started backpedaling. Her boyfriend was in town, he wasn’t friendly, and besides, she thought the date was just the two of us. I told her it wouldn’t be right to take her out without her loved one.
 
Anyway, I walked off and told her I’d call. I didn’t. I saw her face as I left. It was the look of someone who just lost a rich fish for an imaginary one.

Long before MGTOW was even a term, I was already pointing out women’s behavior. I would talk to men, and some would agree, some wouldn’t. Some got defensive. Most mental health workers, psychiatrists, social workers, would tell me I needed help, as if there was no difference in how men and women behave. Women would either lash out in anger or get defensive and try to discredit everything I said.
 
They would almost always default to the same two lines, “Not all women are like that” and “You’re the one who picked those women.” It was a scripted defense, designed to protect the collective female image by flipping the blame back on me. It felt like talking to a mafia member denying the mafia even exists.
 
After hearing this same deflection over and over, I started preparing. I would carry a piece of paper with those two phrases written on it, “Not all women are like that” and “You’re the one who picked them.” Sometimes I would pause mid conversation just to write it down, other days I carried index cards ready to go. When they repeated those exact words, I would show them the paper and ask, “If not all women are like this, why do you all repeat the exact same script every single time?”
 
NAWALT, Not All Women Are Like That, is the knee jerk reflex most women use the moment you expose their behavior. Ironically, every time they say it, they prove AWALT, All Women Are Like That.

All of us men know exactly what it means when a woman asks us what we do for a living. She’s not curious about your passion or career goals. She’s asking, How much money do you have.
 
Here’s how I’ve answered that loaded question in the past:
 
• I’m not looking for a girlfriend right now, sorry.
 
• I don’t make enough money for you to love me. Hell, I don’t even make enough for you to like me.
 
• Would you date a man who works at McDonald’s? When she says “No,” I hit her with, Good, because I work at McDonald’s.
 
• My grandmother told me never to trust a woman who asks what you do before she even knows your last name. Then I ask her, What’s my last name?
 
• I ask her age and weight. When she gets offended and says those are inappropriate questions, I remind her, So is asking a man how much he earns.
 
• Whatever I want. What about you? Still looking for a man to fund your lifestyle?
 
• I collect red flags. You just gave me another one.
 
• I’m retired from impressing women who bring nothing to the table.
 
• I breathe. Is that enough for you to respect me, or do you need a bank statement too?
 
• I’m a professional time waster, but only with women who ask stupid questions.
 
• I invest in people who don’t ask shallow questions. You just lost funding.
 
• I work in quality control. First test failed.
 
• I’m in the business of filtering out gold diggers. Congratulations, you just made the list.
 
• I make money. You make assumptions.
 
• I’m a mirror. I reflect the same energy you give me. So, what do you offer besides your looks?
 
• Are you writing a book?
 
• I’m a pimp.

What if child support was a fixed monthly payment, scaled by the age of the child, not by how much the father earns? What if both parents were required to live within 60 miles of each other, making it impossible for one parent to weaponize distance and alienation? What if both parents were legally bound to split health and education costs 50 50, no excuses?
 
Now ask yourself, why does a woman feel entitled to re sue a man for $35,000 more per month because he increased his own wealth? Since when did child support become a lifestyle upgrade for the mother? You do not need a millionaire’s salary to pay for Pilates lessons for a kid. That is greed, plain and simple.
 
What if false allegations of abuse, assault, or harassment were punished by the maximum prison sentence of the crime falsely accused? The court system would be a ghost town. Fabricated victimhood would evaporate overnight.
 
Do you think feminists will agree to this? Absolutely not. It removes their biggest weapon, the ability to profit from victim narratives, exploit family courts, and destroy men without consequences.
 
As for me, I support this idea 100 percent. Accountability is not misogyny. Fairness is not oppression. Equality means both sides bleed the same when they lie.

I walked away 25 years ago. I never looked back.
I was done with the lie that I picked the wrong one.
 
I watched my friends pick the wrong ones.
My neighbors picked the wrong ones.
My family picked the wrong ones.
My coworkers picked the wrong ones.
My classmates picked the wrong ones.
Even celebrities picked the wrong ones.
 
Everyone is picking the wrong ones.
The problem isn’t the men.
The problem is the women.
 
I lived through the wreckage ten times over.
The script never changes.
First it’s I love you.
Then it’s I love him.
Then comes the war.
 
You don’t do enough.
You always do this.
You never do that.
It’s always your fault.
It’s never enough.
 
Meanwhile I work.
I earn.
And I’m expected to beg for permission to use my own money.
To buy a car.
To live free.
 
I’ve endured false accusations.
I’ve endured car key attacks.
I’ve endured tantrums from women with titles and degrees.
Even doctors.
I’ve endured betrayal in my own home.
I’ve endured someone slipping sleeping pills into my drink to stop me from working on a Saturday.
Poison in the cup of a man just trying to live.
The sweet face you met turns into a tyrant you never imagined.
Dr. Jekyll hides Mrs. Hyde.
 
I watched how my mother treated my father.
I watched how she treated her boyfriends after that.
I watched how my father’s second wife treated him.
I watched how she stole money from him.
I watched how she divorced him after taking what she wanted.
I watched my brothers dragged through the same betrayals.
I watched their lives collapse the same way mine did.
I watched how my sister treated the three fathers of her three sons.
Every scene different.
It’s the same script with different faces.
It’s the same wreckage left behind.
Every ending, the same.
It’s all the same.
 
Different women, different masks, but the same games.
Sweet in the beginning, ruthless in the end.
I learned that charm is only the bait, dependence is the hook, and destruction is the guarantee.
 
And whenever you tell another woman what a woman has done to you, the response never changes.
She must have had a reason.
You must have done something wrong.
The man is guilty.
The woman is excused.
 
The pattern was clear.
It started when I was 17.
By 37, I stopped the madness.
I walked away.
 
I’ve seen men destroyed by women my entire life.
Eve ignored GOD.
What makes you think she’ll obey you.
Lot’s wife ignored GOD.
She was turned to salt.
Solomon fell to women.
Samson, the strongest man alive, was crushed by a woman.
 
The pattern never ends.
It repeats again and again.
For 63 years I’ve watched it.
Women destroy men.
 
And when you speak the truth, they attack.
Not all women are like that.
You hate women.
You picked the wrong ones.
Who hurt you.
Where do you find these women.
You allowed her to do that to you.
You let that woman rob you.
 
And don’t call me an incel.
Not because I cannot get women.
I’ve had many.
I only wanted one.
I married her.
She betrayed me.
She left me for someone she thought was better.
Then she left him too.
I’ve had girlfriends who were doctor, lawyers, singer-songwriters, actresses, teachers, classmates and neighbors.
Women from every walk of life.
I even lowered my standards.
Less attractive.
Less accomplished.
The result never changed.
The same chaos.
The same destruction.
The same accusations.
Over and over.
It’s the same thing.
It’s the same thing.
It’s the same thing.
 
Now I’m 63 years old.
Fat, bald, ugly and going blind.
And I still have women coming to me.
Most of them married.
Young girls slip me their numbers.
Girls in their 20s.Girls in their 30s.I know the outcome.
I’ve seen it too many times.
There is nothing in this world that can change it.
Nothing in this world will erase what is obvious.
Women are trouble.
 
They don’t want a man.
They don’t want a husband.
They don’t want a boyfriend.
They want his provisions.
They want you to protect them with your life from the first day you meet them.
And they give no thanks.
No gratitude.
For anything you have offered.
 
They wanted independence.
They wanted freedom.
They screamed for it for decades.
Now they’ve got it.
No men to save them.
No men to carry them.
No men to clean up their wreckage.
They begged for this world.
Let them be independent.

I was talking to a girl about men hitting women. She said the usual line, “A man should never ever hit a woman no matter what.”
 
So I asked her, “If you and I were walking down the street and, out of nowhere, a big strong woman starts beating you senseless without provocation, what should I do? Should I pull out my phone and call the cops or should I use my fists?”
 
Her face said it all. She had no answer. She started rambling with lines like, “But I didn’t do anything to her,” and “You could convince her to stop.”
 
I just nodded and said, “Exactly. I’ll stand back and ask her nicely to stop. That will fix everything.”
 
The mental gymnastics were unreal.

If you like her and she does not like you, she will enjoy the fact that you like her. She will soak up your attention, your validation, your compliments, your gifts, and your time. She has no intention of reciprocating. She just likes being admired. You become her personal cheerleader while she looks for the man she actually wants.
 
If she likes you but you do not like her, she will obsess over you. The more indifferent you are, the more desperate she becomes. Your lack of interest becomes a challenge. She will try to “earn” your approval, convinced that once you like her, she wins. But the moment you give in and show interest, her obsession will die.
 
If you like her and she likes you back, enjoy the countdown. Because sooner or later, she will find something wrong with you. It will be petty. It will be fabricated. But it will be her exit strategy. Why? Because the thrill of being wanted fades the moment she feels secure. She will sabotage what she has to chase what excites her. Comfort is boring. Drama is addictive.

A woman cheats, lies, betrays, destroys, and the blame lands on the man. Always. She knows it, she counts on it, she thrives on it.
 
• If she cheats, they say he failed her.
 
• If she lashes out, they say he provoked her.
 
• If she leaves, they say he drove her away.
 
• If she destroys the relationship, they say he did not keep her happy.
 
• If she destroys her family, they say it is his fault.
 
It never matters what she does. Society invents a reason why he is to blame. That is why women betray without fear, because the verdict is written before the trial begins. Not guilty, blame the man.
 
The most brutal part is how other men feed this lie. Not the man betrayed, but the men standing around him. They point at him instead of her. They sneer, “What did you do wrong?” or “How did you lose her?” They shield her from shame because it is easier to crucify a man than confront the truth about women. Her words outweigh his indisputable evidence.
 
In every movie since the 1960s, female infidelity has been portrayed as empowering, liberating, even heroic. Male infidelity, on the other hand, has been painted as betrayal, cruelty, and unforgivable sin. Culture itself has been twisted into her alibi.
 
This is why women have zero accountability. Society shields them. Men defend them. The law bends for them. She does not even have to fight for innocence, it is handed to her. Until that shield is torn away, women will keep destroying without shame, because they know the cost will never touch them.

They say a man stupid enough to believe he can change the world, will.
 
I am that stupid.
 
I want to destroy everything feminists built in 60 years, and do it in 5 years or less.
 
All we have to do is share these ideas with our brothers. Stop giving free help to women while handing support to our own kind.
 
Who else is stupid enough to join me?
 
We need more men here.
 
We need your stories posted openly.
 
Gentlemen, start your engines. We’re about to change the world.

I love you.
I don’t love you.
I don’t love you anymore.
I hate you.
I have a boyfriend.
I don’t have a boyfriend.
I’m married.
I’m single.
I’m pregnant.
I’m not pregnant.
I miss you.
You are the father.
I would never do that.
I’m a virgin.
I didn’t know.
I’m not like other girls.
I’m not looking for anything serious.
I’m looking for something serious.
I’ve never done this before.
He’s just a friend.
We’re just talking.
I didn’t sleep with him.
It just happened.
We were on a break.
It’s not what you think.
You’re the only one.
I would never hurt you.
I was going to tell you.
I need time to find myself.
It’s not you, it’s me.
I’m not using you.
I’m over my ex.
I’ve changed.
I’m not a gold digger.
I don’t care about money.
I just want honesty.
I’m not looking for attention.
I’m not playing games.
I would never lie to you.
I’m not that kind of girl.
 
These are not random phrases. This is the female lie machine in full operation. Women use these lines like tools in a toolbox, pulling out whichever one fits the moment to control the situation. To gain sympathy. To deflect responsibility. To manipulate your perception of reality.
 
They know exactly what they’re saying. Every “I didn’t know” is a calculated dodge. Every “he’s just a friend” is a setup. Every “I’m not like other girls” is a trap. The lies aren’t designed to make sense. They’re designed to buy her time, to confuse you, to keep you guessing while she does what she wants.
 
This is why you never take a woman’s words at face value. You judge her by her actions, not by the noise she makes with her mouth. Every man has been fed this script. The question is whether you’ll be stupid enough to believe it again.
 
The Female Lie Machine only works when you’re dumb enough to listen.

There have been times in my life when I saw a man down on his luck and I offered him a bite to eat. No expectations. No strings. Just man to man respect. Twenty years later, that same man will find me and thank me like it happened yesterday.
 
I have been broke myself. I have had days where I could not afford a meal, and a friend sat me down and fed me without hesitation. That is the kind of act a man never forgets. Twenty years pass, but the gratitude stays alive.
 
Now think about your own life. Think about those moments when you had nothing. Who came to your aid? Who had your back without broadcasting it? And just as important, who turned their nose up at you? Who vanished when you had no value to offer them?
 
Now take that memory and contrast it with this, you can buy a woman the best dinner, the finest wine, shower her with gifts, and entertain her like royalty. But the moment you are broke, the moment you are down and struggling, where will she be? She will not be feeding you. She will not be checking on you. She will be gone, looking for her next provider.
 
This is the brutal difference. A man who helps you when you are at your worst is a man for life. A woman who benefits from your best will disappear when you lose the ability to serve her wants.
 
That is why you must invest in brotherhood, not bait.

There have been countless times in your life when the woman you were speaking to accused you of every crime under the sun, just to bait you into convincing her otherwise. That is the entire game in a nutshell. But most men are too blind to recognize it as a manipulation tactic.
 
All she has to do is throw an accusation like, “You don’t love me anymore,” or “You hate all women,” and just like Pavlov’s favorite dog, you jump into defense mode. You start explaining. You start justifying. You start proving yourself to someone who already decided not to listen.
 
This is not adult behavior. This is a childish tactic. Women who do this are emotionally stunted. Partnering with one guarantees you a future filled with tantrums, emotional blackmail, and runaway threats. She does not want to solve problems. She wants to create them so you will dance for her approval.
 
But here is how you flip the script.
 
Every time she accuses you of some made up fault, look her dead in the eye and say, “You should stop talking to people with so many faults.” Throw it back. Put the burden on her. Force her to grow up or get lost. Feminists will hate you for it. Why? Because this shuts down their favorite game, playing the victim while holding men emotionally hostage.
 
The moment you stop defending yourself, you break her power.

We all know, as a fact, that a modern woman will end any relationship or file for divorce the moment she senses or imagines a serious loss of income. In other words, she will leave you the moment you lose your job. That is how much love she really has in her heart for you.
 
If that were not enough, you would think she would feel safer if your work brought a significant increase in income. But no, that is dead wrong. When she sees your earnings rise, she immediately assumes you will abandon her for a woman who demands a higher price than she ever did.
 
To keep her grip on you, she will actively sabotage any opportunity you have to improve your financial future. She wants to trap you in stagnation because your success threatens her control.
 
That is the brutal truth about modern women and money.

There was this girl I knew. A waitress at a coffee shop I used to visit. I liked her because I thought she was truly devoted to her boyfriend. That kind of loyalty seemed rare and worth respecting.
 
One day she convinced a few friends of mine and me to buy a lottery ticket for the biggest jackpot at the time. All the guys bought their tickets from the store next door, and we started talking about what we’d do if we won.
 
When it was her turn, she said without hesitation, “If I win, I will leave my boyfriend, buy a jet, and travel the world with my lap dog.”
 
So much for love and devotion. The truth is, when money comes into play, loyalty disappears. It’s all just a game to see how much you can get before you move on.

Men cheat, yes. But women’s choices reveal a different game. Women often prefer the silver tongued married cheater over a single man because he represents security, status, and access to resources.
 
A married man, even if unfaithful, is seen as proven, capable of providing, and established. Women are wired to seek advantage, and choosing him offers potential financial gain or social leverage.
 
Meanwhile, single men, no matter how honest, lack that perceived stability or proven value. Women use reasons, real or fabricated, to justify leaving their current partner when it no longer serves their interests.
 
This is not about love or loyalty. It is about calculated decisions that protect or improve her financial or social position. The emotional story is just a cover for the underlying strategy.

If and when a woman decides a man is “bad” enough to leave, she wastes no time replacing him. She does not sit and reflect on loyalty or commitment. Her focus is on securing the next provider, the next source of stability or advantage. The moment she writes off one man, she’s already scouting for the next. This swift replacement is normalized in her mind, not seen as betrayal, but as survival.
 
Women do not view this as cheating because their loyalty is conditional and transactional. The relationship is a contract based on what the man offers, money, status, security, not on emotional fidelity. When the benefits dry up or the man no longer meets her standards, the contract is void. Moving on without guilt is simply part of the game. Cheating, to her, is only relevant if it threatens her control or resources.
 
This mindset allows women to sidestep accountability. They frame their actions as necessary decisions for their well-being and future. The emotional damage or disruption caused to the man left behind is minimized or ignored. She is entitled to upgrade, to improve her circumstances, and to do so without remorse or apology.
 
For men, this brutal reality means understanding that women’s loyalty is never guaranteed. It is a currency they trade based on what serves them best. Recognizing this helps men avoid illusions of permanence and prepares them to protect their interests rather than chase false promises.

It always starts with an innocent question. She’ll ask, “How was work?” and you’ll think she actually wants to know. You’ll mention a conversation or interaction with a female coworker, completely neutral, just telling her about your day. You think nothing of it. But she files it away.
 
Hours later, when you’re winding down for bed, the real question hits you like a brick. Out of nowhere, she’ll ask, “So, who is this Jessica you were talking to?” Now the interrogation begins. She’ll probe your tone, your choice of words, even the way you casually mentioned her name. You thought you were just talking, but she heard something else. She heard competition. She heard betrayal.
 
Women don’t compartmentalize the way men do. You separate work life from personal life. She blends it all together. That’s why even a harmless mention of a female coworker turns into suspicion. To her, every other woman is a potential rival, even if she pretends she’s “not the jealous type.”
 
You want peace? Don’t give her ammunition. You don’t need to lie, you don’t need to explain, you need to be strategic. Talk about the job, talk about the tasks, talk about anything except the women you work with. Because once her imagination takes over, logic will be useless and you’ll find yourself defending a battle you never signed up for.

Back in 2001, I met a man named Chris whose wife had just walked out on him days earlier. Chris was a food and beverage manager at a hotel in New York City. He lived in a three-family house where his 81-year-old mother lived alone in one apartment while Chris lived with his wife and two sons in another. The third apartment was rented out to another family.
 
Chris was devastated. He cried constantly and blamed himself for his wife’s actions. She blamed him too. Every evening after work, I met up with him to help him process the wreckage she left behind. She took the money. She took the kids. She took his peace. The only thing she couldn’t take was the house because it was under his mother’s name. But she still tried.
 
The court eventually awarded Chris fifty-fifty custody. His sons stayed with him almost every weekend because their mother found a weekend job. But none of that softened her venom. She laughed in his face. She told him she would find a better man. She mocked him for years, claiming he never loved her, that he would never change.
 
Chris told me there was a time when his wife nearly died giving birth. He didn’t leave her side for days. He slept in a chair at the hospital. He did everything he knew how to do as a husband. Yet now he was left asking, “How could she do this to me after all that I did for her?”
 
She remarried within a year. Every time she saw Chris, she made sure to flaunt her new husband in his face. But her little victory parade didn’t last long. Eight months later, she drained the new husband’s bank account and left him too.
 
Years passed. Chris sold the house after his mother passed away. He bought a beautiful condominium where he lived with his two sons and a new girlfriend. His boys are now in college, building their own futures.
 
Today, Chris called me. Seventeen years since we first met. He told me he ran into his ex-wife on the street. She couldn’t even look him in the eye. She hung her head in shame as they passed each other. Later, Chris found out through mutual friends that she had stolen from her second husband, moved to Florida, and spent every dime. She ended up living in a trailer park, but even that became too expensive. She returned to New York City and now sleeps in a women’s homeless shelter.
 
Chris thanked me for standing by him in the beginning. He said, “You were right. She got hers in the end.”