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A subject must prove his worth to royalty. Maybe I am wrong, but I am not a servant. I will not invite a woman into my world on her terms, at her pace, and then pay and provide for all her needs, wants, and desires. Feminism declared that women are equal to men. If that is the case, then it is your turn to ask us out, entertain us properly, and prove yourselves worthy. If not, you get turned down, just like any unworthy suitor.
 
I have a question for you women. Do you want to walk beside a king or a servant? The choice is yours. A servant obeys. A king is treated with respect. It is that simple.
 
Men can take rejection. Most men have faced rejection tens of thousands of times, on the job, in sports, in business, in life. We accept that reality. We know if we ask and hear “no,” it means nothing. We move on. “No” is just a word. No real man wastes time with political correctness, because we know that words cannot harm us. It is women who fear rejection, and because of that fear, they have rarely gone after what they truly want. Men land the jobs they want because they attend hundreds of interviews undaunted. Do you really think a simple “no” will break us? Think what you want. We are built for reality, not comfort.
 
So what if we do not communicate the way you think we should? Tough. Once again, men are not your servants.
 
If you want to dance, then dance. Entertain us.
 
Looking for compliments? Fine. You look nice today. But you had better put effort into that look. Show up in your best outfit. If not, we do not connect. Maybe you need to rethink the jeans and the business suits. That butch, boxy look is not flattering. If men wanted to date someone in jeans, well, you can figure out the rest.
 
Men are not supposed to impress you or drop gifts at your feet. You want that? Hire a servant. Men are taking charge, but not in the way you define it. We are not taking charge by bending to your needs, wants, and emotional demands.
 
Let me ask you one final question, how many years do you think you are entitled to full royal pampering? Teenagers are dating. People in their twenties are dating. What are you waiting for?
 
You are not royalty. And we are not your servants.

I watch friends, neighbors, and relatives get divorced because their wives believe happiness comes from a provider. When these wives are unhappy, not because of anything the man did, but because they have achieved nothing of their own, they blame the man for not serving happiness on a silver platter. Their solution is divorce.
 
The man then spends a fortune on lawyers, only to watch judges play god with his children’s lives. Soon another man marries his ex-wife, moves in, and becomes the dominant figure in his children’s lives. And far too often, the divorced man repeats the cycle by marrying another homewrecker who left her own husband. Now he’s supporting children that aren’t his, while the real father watches helplessly as another man takes over his role.
 
I remember looking my stepfather in the eye one day and telling him, “You are not my father,” after my mother insisted he lay down the law on me. Coincidentally, his own kids said the same thing to their surrogate father when he tried it with them.
 
I swore I would never be a surrogate father and never allow my children to have one. The first part is in my control. The second is not, because it rests on the prerogative of a woman, and that prerogative is to change her mind. And of course, when you point that out, they all say the same line: “But not all women.”

Women hate men. They do not love men. They love a man’s wealth, his labor, his usefulness. They have disrespected, dismissed, and degraded men their entire lives. Then, after they have two or three kids from different men, three or four abortions, and a catalog of STDs, suddenly they want a man again, but only to fix things around the house. Why? Because they are too cheap to pay someone, and too stupid to do it themselves. Once the job is done, they throw you out. You were never wanted. You were just a temporary tool.
 
I have been single now for 23 years. My wife left me, cheated on me, stole from me, and lied to me. And every time I mention it, the female collective answers with the same tired lines:
 
1. You picked the wrong one
 
2. You let her steal from you
 
3. You hate women
 
And the all time favorite:
 
Not all women are like that.
 
To which I respond:
 
Not all bees sting. Not all alligators eat people. Not all bears attack. But I am not sticking my hand out to test the odds.
 
Women hate men. I have been pointing that out for 40 years, and every time I say it, they call me a woman hater.

A woman wants a man who is bigger, stronger, sharper, and faster than the rest. She wants the alpha, the Superman, the Samson, the strong man, she wants her fantasy, a man who can be all power, all confidence, all dominance, all the time. She wants what Delilah wanted from Samson, the man who can never be beaten, never be broken, and never show weakness. She is not looking for a partner, she is looking for a trophy, a man whose status reflects back on her so she can elevate herself in the eyes of other women. His value to her is not in who he is, but in how other women see her when she is with him.
 
She hunts where strong men gather. Basketball courts. Football fields. Bars near financial districts. She is looking for the man who owns the arena, not the man who blends into it. When she sees all the people admiring her target, she lets their admiration do her thinking for her. She does not analyze his worth herself, she borrows the crowd’s judgment and calls it her own. If other women want him, she wants him more, because being with him is proof she outranks them. Social proof becomes her compass because she cannot analyze effectively for herself.
 
She falls for the alpha image, the man every other woman wants. She loves the way he commands a room, the way men respect him, the way women gravitate toward him. But once she moves in, she sees what she never saw before, that the strength she admires requires rest, that even the strongest man takes off his armor at home. She sees the scars, the exhaustion, the human side he does not show in public, and with it she sees every flaw he has kept from the world. She never grew up with her father in the house, so she never learned that a man can be both strong and imperfect. She never saw the weaknesses of her father, so seeing them in a man unsettles her. The fantasy she built in her mind begins to collapse, and instead of facing the fact that she sold herself a lie, she blames him for “tricking” her into settling for less than the dream. She convinces herself he deceived her, that he hid this side until it was too late. In truth, she deceived herself. She hunted perfection, found humanity, and called it fraud.
 
And because she has been trained to respect only what looks flawless, she measures him against a false standard. All the people she admires, her bosses, teachers, professors, doctors, lawyers, talk show hosts, therapists, never show weakness. They hide it behind polish and control. That is the image she respects. So when her man shows humanity, she recoils. What should make her feel closer now feels like proof she made a mistake. The same truth that should bind them becomes the wedge that drives them apart.
 
Once she finds a flaw, she cannot let it go. She magnifies it until it consumes everything. His loyalty, his protection, his sacrifice, none of it matters. The flaw becomes who he is. That is when the hunt for another man begins. And as she hunts, she does not realize she is the one grinding him down. Every moment of nagging, disrespect, withdrawal, and sabotage chips away at the very strength she claims he has lost.
 
If she cannot cheat, she will sabotage. She will “accidentally” destroy what he values. She will pick fights to drain him. She will disagree just to provoke. She will humiliate him in public. She will side with his enemies in private. Like Delilah cutting Samson’s hair while he slept, she will wait for his guard to drop, strike at his strength, and leave him weaker. Every vulnerability he ever confided in trust becomes ammunition, stored away to be used in the next argument, the next public humiliation, or the next courtroom battle. If she cannot betray his body, she will break his spirit.
 
Then she demotes him. No longer the alpha. Now a placeholder. A living credit card. A temporary supplier until she “accidentally” meets the man she really wants. Her loyalty is not to him. It is to her own survival until a better offer appears. She has no loyalty to the build, no patience for the grind. A man will stand in the mud for years building a life brick by brick, but she only wants to stand on the finished stage, never in the dirt where the foundation is laid.
 
She does not think, “This is the man who shields me from the world.” She thinks, “This is not the man I thought I had.” Once that seed is planted, she treats his humanity as proof she settled for less. Like Delilah, she targets the source of his strength. Once she sees it can be pierced, she loses all respect.
 
Example: The businessman who crushes rivals, signs million dollar contracts without flinching, and silences a room. At home, he is in sweatpants making pancakes for his kids. To a loyal woman, that is strength with warmth. To her, it is weakness. “He has gone soft,” she thinks, while flirting with the guy at the gym who drives a leased sports car.
 
Example: The soldier who has faced death, pulled brothers from fire, and walked through hell breathing. At home, he limps from old wounds or wakes from nightmares. A loyal woman would guard him the way he guarded her freedom. She mocks him instead, talks to her “work friend” with no scars, and lets her eyes wander.
 
She does not want a man. She wants the illusion of one who never bleeds, never tires, never falters. The moment she sees his scars, she rewrites the story. Now she is the victim who “deserves more.” Her loyalty dies.
 
Betrayal begins the moment she stops respecting him for being human. Once respect is gone, her body and her loyalty follow her mind out the door. And just like Delilah calling for the Philistines to seize Samson, the modern woman summons her own army. She does not bring warriors with swords. She brings police with handcuffs, judges with pens, and lawyers with bills, all ready to take his freedom, his home, and his resources. The man she once claimed to love becomes the enemy she is determined to destroy.
 
And here is the hypocrisy. She demands unconditional acceptance for her flaws, moods, and failures, yet refuses to give him even basic grace. She expects him to love her despite her imperfections while using his as her excuse to leave. She wants a man to carry the full weight of being both her protector and her fantasy, but she will never carry the weight of reality.

Anna: Remember that the next time you try to minimize or belittle a woman.
 
TheXYGhost: Women belittle themselves. Nobody needs to belittle women. They have invented nothing throughout time. They have built nothing throughout all of history. They have done nothing to improve mankind. If you hate men so much, get your car fixed by a female mechanic, get your plumbing repaired by a female plumber, get your roof repaired by a female roofer. Get a job as a sewer worker. Join the military and get your legs blown off for your fellow countrymen. Get a job as a trucker. Become a sanitation worker, you nasty, stinking, smelly, angry, ugly, fat, old, feminist witch, that wants a man so bad you cannot even taste it.
 
You bitch, cunt, slut, skank, vixen, trollop, harlot, wench, tramp, whore, hag, floozy, Jezebel, hussy, vamp, hoe, shrew, bimbo, she devil, hooker, heifer, dame, broad, tart, sleaze, femme fatale, streetwalker, strumpet, skirt, concubine, witch, succubus, squeeze, diva, thot, feminoid, shetard, sow.

Women, just like children, need constant and never-ending attention when, where, and how they want it. When a child does not get what they want, a tantrum follows, and the fully grown woman will throw her tantrum too. You can discipline a child with harsh words and punishment. The adult female, however, is immune to those tactics and well above the law when it comes to putting hands on her. She knows you will not hit her and she is proud of that. She will never learn right from wrong when she can manipulate and command a group of nearby servant males to come to her aid any time she wants, whether she is right or wrong. Police, judges, and bystanders will rush to her defense. She feels vindicated because their reaction is proof, in her mind, that she is right.
 
A child needs toys and does not care where the money comes from, as long as they get the toy they will discard in a few days. The woman wants more expensive toys and will never work to get them. Her provider must supply them.
 
The wedding day gives her all the attention she has always wanted, served to her on the silver platter she dreamed of. She becomes the center of attention. All eyes are on her. Once you marry her, she expects you alone to replace the many who once showered her with admiration.
 
But you cannot stop there. If you fail to give her all she desires, she has another attention grab ready.
 
Divorce gives her everything she missed out on during the wedding and far more. She gets to be seen as the victim of a very bad man. She knows he is bad because she fixates on every imperfection in him, while ignoring the flaws in herself. She gains police, judges, and lawyers to help her defeat the bad man. She gets to temporarily feel powerful and in control by rallying others to serve her in destroying him. She uses the children as bait to force him to come back and beg, when in truth, he only wants to see his kids. She has manipulated others for so long that she convinces herself he still wants her. She gets weekly payments for having been married to him and for supposedly supporting his kids. In reality, the money goes straight to her. His children are little more than an afterthought in her mind.

Women could be as good as men, or even better, if they did not resort to finding a host they can call a provider and latching on like a parasite. They feed off this host while driving away any other potential feeders. When the man is drained of all his strength and emotion, she walks away, blaming him and faulting him for allowing her to do such damage. She deems him weak as she leaves, but not before securing another host to leech off like a tick.
 
Once she is gone, vultures come for the scraps. They act as if they care and pretend to nurture, but their eyes are already searching for what is left of your carcass to devour. When they are finished with you, you are poor, destitute, and struggling to breathe, trying to understand what happened.

One day after work, I met up with a friend, his girlfriend, and a few co-workers at a lounge. His girlfriend decided to “educate” the men on the thought process of women.
 
She started by saying, “You men do not understand us women. You guys need to know that when a woman says ‘No,’ it can mean ‘No,’ but it can also mean ‘Try harder.’”
 
The men were puzzled by this and began asking her questions. They were eager to learn more, but they also knew who I was, so they kept an eye on me, expecting I would eventually speak up.
 
I stayed quiet until the questions stopped. Then I reached into my pocket, pulled out five $100 bills, and handed them to her.
 
She looked at the others, unsure of how to respond. Then she asked, “What is that for?”
 
“It’s for you. Take it,” I said.
 
She reached out sheepishly to take the money, and just before she touched it, I pulled it back.
 
“Why didn’t you tell me ‘No,’ even if you meant ‘No’ or ‘Try harder’?” I asked.
 
She hesitated and then said, “Well, there is no need for me to tell you ‘No’ or ‘Try harder.’ That money has value.”
 
“Exactly right,” I said.
 
I explained that if I ask a woman on a date and she says “No” and means “No,” I will respect her wishes. But if she says “No” meaning “Try harder,” that means she has no respect for me and sees no value in my offer. I asked the group if they would ever tell someone offering them a gift to “Try harder.” Everyone shook their heads.
 
This is a key example of dysfunctional female pseudo-logic.
 
Another time, I was in Miami at a nightclub with some friends. One of the younger guys with us was an incredible dancer. He asked a woman to dance, and she turned him down. Frustrated, he came to me and said he wanted to dance but got rejected. I looked over at the bar and saw six women lined up nursing drinks and watching the dance floor.
 
I told him to ask them one by one.
 
“What if they turn me down?” he asked.
 
“If one turns you down, ask the next. Keep going until one says yes,” I replied.
 
By the third woman, he had a dance partner. That third woman understood he would not ask twice, and she might miss out if she refused. They danced together brilliantly, and soon the women who had rejected him looked annoyed and jealous as people complimented the pair.
 
Later, the first woman he had asked came to me and said, “Your friend is stupid.”
 
“I know,” I answered.
 
She clearly wanted me to ask why so she could explain, but I didn’t. Annoyed, she blurted out, “He only asked me once. I would have danced with him if he asked again.”
 
I told her I would let him know when he returned.
 
This is exactly the same “No means try harder” game. She had put a barrier in front of him to see if he desired her enough to break through it.
 
Women will put roadblocks in front of themselves to see if a man will push past them. She will say “No” when she really means “Try harder.” Not all “No” responses mean that, but some do, entirely at her discretion, which makes the situation precarious.
 
Once you recognize this behavior, you have a choice. You can shut it down early, or you can walk away. Either way, knowing what you are dealing with is critical, because not knowing can be costly.
 
As a teen, you might have had a girl suddenly stop a make-out session or interrupt intimacy with, “Where is this relationship going?” No matter how you answer, she becomes more frustrated, because her own roadblock prevented you from pursuing her. She asks for what she does not want and gets upset when you comply.
 
I once had a girlfriend who, from the moment I arrived at her place, was glued to the phone. She stayed on it through dinner and even after I went to bed. Only when I was asleep did she make her move. From her perspective, she was angry that her own deliberate block, endless phone conversations, had actually kept me away from her.
 
When you ask for a woman’s number or name (which is the wrong approach), her immediate reaction is often “Why?” That question itself is the block. It’s a rule she wants you to break.
 
A better move is to hand her your phone, already in dial mode, and tell her to put her number in. Asking might be seen as begging, but giving a direct order is sometimes perceived as confidence. She may still say “No” or ask “Why,” but if you persist without anger or frustration, she might give in. Keep in mind she may still mean “No,” and if so, you should be ready to walk away.
 
You have probably heard the phrase, “I want a man who knows what he wants.” What she really means is, “I want a man who knows what he wants from me no matter how much I try to stop him.” To her, a man who pushes through her barriers is “putting her in her place.”
 
In all these examples, a woman is using manipulation to get you to perform to her expectations. She uses lies or obstacles to test your desire for her, then rewards you if your reaction meets her approval.
 
So, if you have plans with a woman and she suddenly gives you a hard time at the last minute, that is a block. Your move is to stay focused, be firm about the plan, and ignore her complaints without showing frustration. Do not nurture or encourage this behavior, because it will escalate.
 
There is far more on this in Part 3, where I explain why women leave men, why they like criminals, and why they take children away from fathers while claiming those fathers never loved their kids.

43% of boys are raised by single moms.
 
78% of teachers are female.
 
50% of boys have 100%female influence and 80% female influence at school.
 
Toxic Masculinity is not the problem.
 
The lack of masculinity is.

Women, and women only, decide with which man they will procreate. They hold all the cards.
 
If she is with a man she deems undesirable, whether married to him or not, she may secretly be on some form of birth control while telling him she cannot have children. She might even go as far as checking into a fertility clinic and blaming the issue on him. After all, in her mind it is never her fault. That man is simply a placeholder until the one she selects comes along to rescue her from him.
 
If a woman has agreed with her partner to wait before having children, she may stop taking birth control without his knowledge and get pregnant on her own terms, ignoring what was agreed upon. She takes control again.
 
If you use a condom and fail to flush it immediately, she may insert its contents into herself when you are not looking.
 
If she gets pregnant, she can have an abortion without the man’s knowledge or permission. She does not need consent from her husband to abort their child, to get her tubes tied, or even to put their child up for adoption. Yet the man needs her consent to have a vasectomy.
 
Another option she may take is to run off, hide, and never look back, or to simply decide whether or not to tell the man about her pregnancy at all.

I was working for a company that offered a health insurance package. One day I called the provider’s 1-800 number to get details about my benefits. The call connected me to an operator in the Philippines. The only way they said they could look up my file was with my Social Security number. That was unacceptable. I don’t give my SSN to anyone in a foreign country.
 
I went to the department in my office that handled insurance policies and told the woman there that it was not safe to give my Social Security number to someone overseas. She told me it was safe. I told her, “Just because you are oblivious to the security risks of giving my personal information to people in other countries doesn’t make it safe.”
 
Shocked, she said, “You called me oblivious? I’m offended!” and hung up.
 
Less than 40 minutes later my manager, his manager, the project leader, and his assistant came to see me. I told them exactly what happened. They seemed puzzled. Then two women from HR arrived and suggested we move to a conference room.
 
In the conference room, I told my story again. The HR women looked at each other and latched onto one thing: that I had called her “oblivious.” They ignored the context, ignored the security concern, and repeated the same question over and over, why did I call her oblivious? This went in circles until the male managers finally called out how absurd the whole thing was. Inside, I was bracing for the HR women to get offended at the word “absurd,” but they let that one slide.
 
I was then told to sign a letter warning me about “the importance of office etiquette.” I agreed only after attaching my full report to it.
 
Funny how no one gave her a letter about the importance of office tolerance.
 
By the way, the policy changed shortly afterward. Now you can give your policy number or employee number to get information about your insurance.

I was working in this large government agency in NYC in the computer lab with a female coworker. She was OK, maybe because I kept my distance from her.
 
We needed an assistant and hired a man that was just let go from Montclair State University. You see, his previous manageress and part time tyrant called him useless every chance she had. I remember the first day he showed up for work in his tie and white shirt, I told him to dress down. The computer lab was in a remote building far away from anyone ever seeing us. The next day he showed up in khakis and a dress shirt, I insisted that he dress down further. After all, I was in jeans and a teeshirt every day. By his third day, he was wearing jeans.
 
I quickly knew that this job was way below his capabilities and told him so before the end of his first week. The look of shock on his face was a combination of “Is he going to fire me because I’m over qualified?” and “I never thought I was so valuable.”
 
Needless to say, we bonded instantly. He introduced me to an “Open Source” programming language and we would talk about relationships and our respective single moms. It was amazing how his psycho mom was so much like mine in many ways.
 
As luck would have it, a few short months later, my manager was fired by the project leader and upper management was upset that the project leader didn’t hire a replacement before firing my manager. With a little quick thinking, the project manager said he did hire someone for my manager’s job. Now my assistant became my manager.
 
I was OK with his new position, he had to dress the part and deal with the real idiots, the executives. He immediately apologized for his quick promotion and I laughed, congratulating him for doing a job I would have refused. Over the years, we had a very great friend manager relationship. He politely did his job and I respected his position all while being friends.
 
Years went by and the project ended. I went my way and he went his. He ended up working for this technology firm starting salary $240,000 a year plus bonus and stock options. This was a far cry from useless his previous manager would have him believe.
 
The funny part of the story is that his previous manager in MSU got fired herself and moved back to Ohio where she is the assistant manager of a local supermarket.

Women across the globe are living off the blood, sweat, and sacrifice of men who built the world from the ground up. Every ounce of safety, every piece of comfort, every convenience they enjoy exists because men made it happen. Now that the world is secure, women claim they don’t need men, yet they keep living in the shelter men provide.
 
The brutal truth is women never loved men, they loved what men could give them. Today’s woman is trapped in an endless chase for a “perfect” man who exists only in the revolving carousel of her fantasies. Her desires shift weekly, her definition of “ideal” changes with her moods. She refuses to grow up. She clings to the mentality of a spoiled child, demanding attention, gifts, and indulgence.
 
She only wants a man who lets her keep playing little girl while he foots the bill and takes the blame. The moment he expects maturity, loyalty, or accountability, she’s gone, off to find another man willing to enable her delusions. And she will keep running that cycle until the day she dies, never once admitting the debt she owes to the men who built the very world she takes for granted.
 
Women still rely on men for everything they claim they no longer need:• The police and military forces that protect them, built and maintained by men• The roads, bridges, and infrastructure they travel on, built by men• The power grids, plumbing, and clean water they use daily, designed, built, and repaired by men• The technology in their hands and homes, invented and advanced by men• The legal systems and protections they hide behind, established by men• The supply chains that deliver their food, clothing, and luxuries, run by men• The firefighters, utility workers, and emergency responders who save them when disaster strikes, overwhelmingly men
 
They don’t see it because they’ve never had to build it. They think comfort and safety are the natural state of the world, but take away men, and within a month that illusion collapses. Without men, their fantasy of independence turns into the nightmare of reality.
 
If every man stopped working tomorrow, society would collapse before the week was over. The lights would go out. The water would stop running. Food would vanish from the shelves. Phones would go dead. Law enforcement and military protection would disappear. The so-called “strong, independent woman” would be reduced to begging the nearest man for protection and survival. That’s the truth they don’t want to face, their freedom only exists because men keep the world standing. Take that away, and the princess act ends overnight.

Find an animal on the side of the road. Pick it up, clean it, and feed it. In return, it will be your best friend for life, always loyal and by your side. Its gratitude will be simple and unwavering.
 
Help a man when he is down. Feed him, offer him shelter, and share your space with him. He will remember your kindness and be there for you whenever you need him. A bond forged through compassion will endure.
 
But find a girl who is insecure, scared, and broken. Lift her up, show her she is valuable, and help her see her true beauty. Yet in the end, she may call you foolish for trusting her and laugh as she walks away.

We all know there are many women who blame others for everything that goes wrong in their lives. Here is how you spot them. Just have a conversation and you will hear it.
 
Most men will say, “That comedian is funny,” an opinion based on his evaluation, or “I laughed my ass off,” a point of fact.
 
But women you want to avoid will take an accusatory stance, “He made me laugh.” It sounds harmless, but she is accusing the comedian of making her laugh. The blame is subtle, but it is there.
 
It is the difference between “I was angry at him” and “He made me angry.” One owns the emotion. The other shifts blame. That mindset will bleed into every part of her life.

Women often seek fulfillment outside themselves. When they do not find happiness in their partner, they may look for it elsewhere. This behavior aligns with the concept that some women expect men to supply emotional needs they do not fulfill themselves. This dynamic can lead to infidelity when the partner fails to meet those expectations.

I was out with a group of politicians in a bar one night when one of them started talking about how dirty politics is. He admitted he was constantly cheating on his wife. He said his opponent found out and threatened to use it against him. To handle this, he confessed all his infidelities to his wife.
 
Then he bragged about how many times he cheated and with whom. He said, “Everybody cheats.”
 
I looked at him and said I have never cheated on a girlfriend or my wife. He looked at me in disbelief, so I confirmed my point again. Then he asked how I managed that.
 
I asked him a series of questions:
 
Did you want your mother to cheat on your father?
 
Did you want your father to cheat on your mother?
 
Do you want your wife to cheat on you?
 
Do you want your daughter to cheat on her husband once married?
 
Do you want your daughter’s husband to cheat on her?
 
Do you want your son to cheat on his wife?
 
Do you want your son’s wife to cheat on him?
 
He answered “No” to all.
 
I told him, “It’s easy not to cheat. Just don’t do what you don’t want others to do.”
 
I also told him women love cheaters and married men because they are easy to blackmail afterward.

My sister is the quintessential feminist woman of the modern age. She had three children from three different men, divorcing them all while claiming that all the fathers were substance abusers. All her boyfriends had some form of drug addiction, cocaine, crack, alcohol, and pills. She lived in government housing while renting out one room at market value. She collected welfare and child support payments from three men while holding under the table jobs. She teaches her female peers how to use the courts to collect as much as possible.
 
Now that her kids have grown up, she bought a nice vacation home on the waterfront while keeping her apartment in the projects.
 
Where did she get the money?

By my mid 20s, I grew tired of hearing women’s stories about cheating, abusive, and substance abusing boyfriends. Meanwhile, I saw in my life and my friends’ lives that their girlfriends and wives were cheating and leaving with the same excuse, “Not enough.”
 
Not enough attention.
 
Not enough love.
 
Not enough quality time.
 
Not enough sex.
 
Not enough money.
 
When I kept making the mistake of dating these women, because all women claim their last boyfriend was abusive, so I had no real choice, I found myself in the same position. I was never doing enough. As they sought their next partner under the protection and provision I provided, I was left behind.
 
But they were never at fault for cheating. Even other women blamed me for picking them or not providing enough. Nobody blamed the women for seeking another man.
 
My solution: I do not pick anymore. Buy me gifts, shower me with attention, provide for me, and I will tell you it’s still not enough.

The arrogance of some guys who claim they are better fathers than the men women kicked out is unbelievable. Who will actually be better for that man’s child once he is thrown aside for being imperfect?
 
I once saw a furious woman drive into a loading dock where her ex worked. She stormed out of the car leaving the child in the back seat and her new guy in the front. She walked over to the man yelling, screaming, and hitting him. He didn’t flinch.
 
He was suing her for full custody because his daughter told him mommy’s boyfriend slapped her for saying something.
 
After a minute, the boyfriend in the front seat got up to join the fight. The child followed, upset at her parents fighting. She ran to her dad. He picked her up. The mom backed off. That’s when the boyfriend stepped in with his two cents.
 
The man, holding his daughter, looked at him and yelled loud enough to drown out the trucks, “Who the FUCK are you?”
 
Without waiting for an answer, he asked his daughter, “Is this the man that hit you?”
 
She nodded. With one punch, he knocked the boyfriend out. Then he told his daughter, “I bet you he won’t hit you anymore.”
 
The cops arrived. The boyfriend regained consciousness and wanted to press charges. The man told the cops the whole incident was on camera and he’d press charges on his ex if any charges were pressed.
 
He explained why he hit the boyfriend. The cops told the boyfriend, “Are you stupid? Hitting another man’s kid?”
 
The boyfriend tried to explain he was just reprimanding the girl.
 
The cop cut him off, “I don’t care! You do not hit anyone’s kid! You understand?”
 
Like I said, the arrogance of some guys who claim they’re better fathers is staggering.

Here is an interesting question you should ask a female.
 
Here is the question:
 
Should a 25 year old go to prison for having sex with a 13 year old?
 
When the dust settles, ask, how many years should that woman be locked up?
 
Watch the look on her face.

I have met so many women who take pride in talking about their divorce or breakup. They always make it clear they were the ones who ended it, not their partner. They claim they do not want their ex back, but say their ex wants them back. From middle school to high school, college, neighborhoods, workplaces, and beyond, women boast about breaking up with some man.
 
I was talking to a girl about her ex-husband. In the middle of her story, I asked why she divorced him, since it is almost always the woman who ends it. I could not believe my ears when she thanked me for noticing she was the one who divorced him, not the other way around.

In a chat between a man and a girl, if you do not send a question, the conversation ends. It is like they do not know what to say or do next. They either wait for another question or they are not interested. This happens so often it is amazing. Women either do not know how to communicate or they are lazy.
 
They also never initiate conversations. Phone calls, emails, texts, when they do start a conversation, it is usually just to say, “Hi,” then they wait for you to respond. If you reply with “Hi” back, that is usually the end of the conversation.
 
Even before the internet, girls would sit by the phone waiting for someone to call. But when the call came, they would let it ring a few times before answering. Once they picked up, they played “hard to get.”
 
None of this applies when they need your resources. Then, they have no problem telling you their problems to trigger your “Fix It Man” mode. They never ask for help, they only state problems.

Woman: Yes, you were a good provider. You gave me food to eat, clothes to wear, and helped me a great deal in my personal life and career. We had great times together. We went places and shared experiences. You were good to me in every way I can think of. Yes, dear, you loved me. But that is not enough. I met another and I am moving in with him today. I fell in love with him. It just happened. It was not my fault. I never planned it this way.
 
Remember, I still love you.
 
(I hope he buys this in case my new boyfriend does not work out)

The arrogance of some women who do not think they are cheating when they are in bed with a married man is staggering. They believe they are next in line for a ring and a white gown.
 
I want to yell at these women, “HEY, STUPID! HE IS MARRIED, YOU IDIOT! IF YOU MARRY HIM, YOU ARE MARRYING A CHEATER!”
 
Men almost never initiate divorce. The cost is too high. The game is rigged and the judges are one sided. You will never see a woman giving half her wealth, the house, and the kids to the man, let alone paying him alimony.
 
When you ask why, you will always hear, “Because I love him.”
 
These women actively scout social settings looking for a band of gold on a man’s finger. That ring is their proof he is a good provider. They do not bother analyzing anything themselves.
 
There are men who do not cheat, and there are women who want that man. Those women will stop at nothing to break up the union.
 
I have seen women in offices putting lipstick on their finger pretending to fix their boss’s collar before leaving. They dab lipstick on the collar and when the wife sees it at home, that is all she needs to prove her husband is cheating. Cue the lawyers ready to profit from the misunderstanding.
 
I have heard of women throwing their panties in the back seat of a married coworker’s car to start drama. When he divorces, she consoles him and gets close.
 
Men are treated as property by women. Don’t believe otherwise.