Month: April 2025

To a woman, the definition of cheating is so damn broad it includes everything from a harmless conversation with a female coworker to a passing glance at another woman on the street. It doesn’t have to be real. It doesn’t have to be proven. All she needs is a feeling. If she can twist an innocent moment into a betrayal, it gives her the moral exit she’s looking for. She finds a reason to leave, and in her mind, her conscience is clean. Whether her accusations are fact or fiction, it doesn’t matter. The end goal is the same. If she calls it cheating, it becomes justification. And in a divorce court, that justification can translate into half of everything the man owns.

If you pay a woman for sex, you create a transaction. You make a whore, plain and simple. I’m not ashamed of being treated like a king because that’s how a king should be treated. With respect. With value. Men will risk their lives for their women. They will bleed, sacrifice, and protect without hesitation. But women will never reciprocate on that level. They expect a man to stand in front of the bullet, but they won’t even flinch when it’s their turn.
Protection comes with a price. You want a man to defend you with his life? There is a cost for that. Women need to pay. Always. Whether it’s through loyalty, submission, or resources. Money exchanged for sex is called prostitution. But when you pay a bodyguard to risk his life, that’s considered legal business. The difference is respect.
I’m not interested in the 93% of women who are willing to prostitute themselves, whether blatantly or through manipulation. I’m looking for the rare 7% who understand what value means. Diamonds are rare. That’s why they’re worth something. I want rare. Not what’s common.
So women, decide. Do you want a king or do you want a servant? Because you can’t treat a man like a servant and expect him to protect you like a king.

This morning I saw my neighbor pushing his wife in a wheelchair to get some air and have lunch. For over 30 years, I’ve been paying attention. I’ve counted. I’ve watched men push their wives in wheelchairs countless times. But in all that time, I’ve only seen one woman push her husband in a wheelchair. One.
 
Back in 1990, I met a woman who bathed, fed, and clothed her ailing husband until the day he died. She was 81 years old, still caring for the man she married when they were just teenagers. That was loyalty. That was commitment. Not words. Actions.
 
Today, women say “We married too young” as their excuse to walk away. They say they outgrew him. They say they’re finding themselves. But when I hear that, I think about that 81-year-old woman. She didn’t run when things got hard. She stayed. She didn’t outgrow her vows. She lived them.
 
When I see women filing for divorce the moment their husband loses his job, it turns my stomach. They took the vows for better or worse, but they only meant for better. The second worse shows up, they’re gone.
 
So what benefits do men have getting married today? You risk your income, your home, your kids, your peace. You give everything and get told you’re still not enough. The loyalty is gone. The reciprocity is gone. Marriage has become a contract where the man signs up to give and the woman reserves the right to leave with half.
 
That’s the deal men are being offered now. And it’s no deal at all.

I remember talking to this girl when, out of the blue, she proudly professed that she was recently divorced. When I asked her why did she divorced her husband, she first thanked me for assuming that she divorced him rather than the other way around. Then she said, “He was a jerk but I married him for the money. But the next time I marry, it will be for love.”
 
I then asked her how long was she married and how much money she get from the divorce. She answered with all the pride she could muster and told me she was married for 3 years and she received $20,000.
 
I congratulated her on her victory and pointed out that her $20,000 for 3 years was just slightly under $7,000 per year. I further pointed out that a full time position at a fast food establishment would have earned her the same amount in a year and after 3 years she could prove her worth and become a manager and earn more.
 
Her face changed when I was done. I then asked her, “How many successful relationship have you been a part of?”
 
Her answer was an inquisitive, “Many.”
 
“Then I wish you many more.”, as I excused myself and walked away.

In New York City, rent is a bloodsport. If you do not have a Rent Controlled or a Rent Stabilized apartment that froze your rent in the 1970s, you are getting slaughtered. A friend of mine was born and raised in a Rent Controlled apartment, the kind of place that is considered winning the lottery. He lived there his entire life from the 70s until 2009.
 
Then he made one fatal mistake. He let a woman move in with him after knowing her for only a few months. She did not need years to ruin him. She filed false domestic abuse charges, called the police, and had him thrown out of the apartment he was born in. She weaponized the system against him and got an order of protection that banned him from his own home.
 
Here is the sick joke. In a city where a one bedroom apartment costs $3,000 a month, this woman who lied and destroyed this man’s life now pays only $430 a month to live there. She moved her sister and niece in with her, turning that apartment into a family handout funded by his destruction. The system does not care. It rewarded her treachery. It gave her the keys.
 
The man lost everything. His job, his career, his home, his possessions, his dignity. He was thrown into a homeless shelter like trash. Forced into anger management classes as if he was the abuser. Labeled, humiliated, erased. Only after jumping through every hoop was he allowed to leave the state, broke and defeated, to crash at his brother’s home in Pennsylvania.
 
She stole his apartment. The courts signed off. The city shrugged. The system made it easy. He was left with court dates, a criminal record, and a cot in a homeless shelter.
 
This is not a story about betrayal. This is a blueprint. This is how the system arms women to hijack a man’s life and reward them for it. All it takes is one lie. One phone call. And the man loses everything.
 
A man should never give a woman legal access to his home. Not after a few months, not after a few years. Because the moment she gets her name on the lease, the moment she establishes “residency,” you lose control. You lose leverage. You lose your home.
 
It does not matter how much you trust her. It does not matter how sweet she seems. The legal system is designed to treat her as the victim by default. All she needs to do is claim she feels “unsafe.” No evidence, no bruises, no witnesses. One phone call is all it takes. You are the criminal. She is the protected tenant.
 
Stop giving women keys to your kingdom. Stop letting them build residency in your fortress. Because once the law acknowledges her as a resident, she has the power to evict you from your own life. And you will not win. The moment she plays the domestic abuse card, you are a dead man walking.
 
Do not hand over legal control of your home unless you are prepared to legally dismantle your own life. Keep her name off the lease. Keep her name off the deed. Keep her off the grid. Let her visit, but never let her stay. The second she starts moving in her things, she is moving you out.
 
This is not paranoia. This is survival. Once the system steps in, it is no longer your home. It becomes her weapon.