There are different types of abuse, there are different types of abusers, some are men, some are women, although the feminist establishment will have you believe otherwise insisting that all types of abuse, domestic, physical abuse, emotional abuse, verbally abusive relationships etc are perpetrated by the evil androgen infused monsters that were formerly known as men in our society. Feminists have taken avantage of our species natural tendency to assume the neotonous appearance of women as being equal to inherent innocence and have used it to erect an institutionalized belief system that guarantees skewed statistics on how often women perpetrate physical abuse and even emotional abuse and how often men find themselves in emotional and verbally abusive relationships. Thus we have to look carefully and try to tease out relevant anecdotal evidence until the feminist chokehold in academia can be loosened a bit and the characteristics of abusive women can be further explored. For this reason I will share with you a post that will act as a portend to what your life can become if you allow yourself to get married to an emotionally and verbally abusive woman.
First though, I will give you the definition of emotional abuse from the wiki:
Psychological abuse, also referred to as emotional abuse or mental abuse, is a form of abuse characterized by a person subjecting or exposing another to behavior that may result in psychological trauma, including anxiety,chronic depression, or post-traumatic stress disorder. Such abuse is often associated with situations of power imbalance, such as abusive relationships, bullying, and abuse in the workplace.
I give you the definition of emotional abuse / psychological abuse simply to illustrate that although it is very different than physical abuse, it can in fact be just as destructive and even more destructive than physical abuse. If we imagine the horrific crime of rape that takes place against innocent men in the prison systems of America alone, the conclusions we can draw is that the physical wounds heal most of the time, but the emotional abuse, the emotional impact of rape is what stays with these men for the rest of their lives, often times leading them to take drastic actions up to and including suicide years later.
Although, unlike the feminists who beleive that men should be thrown in jail for not just physical abuse but emotional abuse as well, I think that the onus and responsibility to leave an emotionally or verbally abusive relationship is on the individual him/herself. In the case of a marriage however the man doesn’t always have this option if he does not learn how to identify the characteristics of abusive women early on before eloping. Case in point I would like to share with you a reddit post titled I hate my wife and my life, but I know I’ll never do anything about it. I’m just waiting to die that gives us a glimpse into the life of a man stuck in one of these emotionally and verbally abusive relationshsips. He states the following (emphasis mine):
It’s funny. When I was a teenager, all I wanted was to find a girl to marry. Only problem was that women couldn’t stand me. Not sure why. I think I just reeked of nerd desperation. I had pretty much given up until I met her. I’ll just call her Michelle. We hit it off in college. She was living with her abusive family and trying to get out on her own. I was her fucking knight in shining armor.
Male mother need bit this guy on his ass hard, he swooped into her life decked out in full captain-save-a- ho regalia and clippety clopped up to this girl on a white steed ready and willing to part ways with his meager beta-provider wages, she, seeing it at a chance to ride the male provider gravy train happily acquiesced all whilst knowing that she was capable of incredible acts of emotional and verbal abuse as well as having a penchant for hardcore psychological manipulation.
Shortly after we moved out together (and even slightly before), I started to see the real her. Jealous, petty, and prone to psychotic fits of anger. She once showed up at my office and threw her engagement ring at me because my boss made me work an extra hour. He told me I should probably break up with her. I should have listened.
Yes friend, you should have. We must remember gentleman that we were all addicted to the azul fantastical delusion of the blue pill high, we are all recovering manginas, My name is bar bar, I’m an addict, I once did whatever I could do to get another hit of that female validated blue pill crack, and so did the rest of us, we use this mans current addiction as a reminder and a warning to other men, but we respect his struggle since, gentleman, it was once our own, the man continues about his verbally abusive relationship and his wife’s psychological abuse.
When she wasn’t screaming, breaking things, or accusing me of cheating on her, she explained her actions by saying she had suffered a pretty traumatic childhood, and was working through her issues. She told me how wonderful I was that I stuck with her, and we talked about how amazing our life would be once we were financially stable. That was always her thing – money. She was obsessed with it. We needed more. Lots more. My $30k/yr an hour job wasn’t cutting it. We needed life insurance, a (paid off) house, two (paid off) cars, a retirement fund, and money for vacations. I could barely afford to put gas in my car. Oh and nothing could be used. She hates used things. No used cars. No second-owner houses. All new.
So I figured money would be the solution to our problems. And I threw myself into that like a madman. I worked 90, 100, 150 hour weeks. I cycled through jobs like crazy. I started my own business. In 6 years I went from $30k/yr to $120k/yr. Last year I made $350k. This year I’ll make more. I’m not bragging. Trust me, it wasn’t worth it.
$350,000 goddamned dollars a year, the full cost of an american mortgage on a home earned in the course of a single year and this woman is not satisfied. Had this guy not been fooled into the monogamous religion of the golden uterus and spent at most, a few thousand a year on high end prostitutes he would not have to deal with such a taxing and demoralizing verbally abusive relationship, he wouldn’t have to be pinged legally to this gold digging parasite, but such are the ways of our blue pill Brethren, they need to feel as though they are wanted, even to the point of ignoring the clear sign that they are only wanted for financial gain
Turns out, like is often the case, money didn’t solve anything. We had a kid somewhere in there, despite my strong objections. She played me like a fiddle to make that happen, but whatever. My little girl is the most wonderful thing in my life, and I feel so guilty for bringing her into this nightmare. She’s the only reason I can wake up to this life every morning. She’s too little to realize that mommy and daddy hate each other, but I dread the day when she figures that out. Michelle mellowed out a little bit after having our daughter. We used to have screaming fights once or twice a day. Now it’s only once or twice a week.
Of course having a kid just escalated our ‘expenses.’ Now I need to finance a $150k (minimum) wedding, at least $350k in college expenses. Oh and pay off the bigger, fancier house she insisted we buy. But we still need to retire when we’re 45. And take a $10k vacation every year. I work an executive job at a fortune 100 company and still do contract work in the evenings just to keep up. There’s never enough money.
Women; thy name is greed.
Just imagine being suckered into parenthood and thus into a permanent maritally bonded emotionally abusive and verbally abusive relationship with the likes of this slithering banshee. Guys, listen to me, DO NOT GET MARRIED don’t fucking do it, just don’t.
But I work too much, you see. She wants to know why I’m never around. Why don’t I spend more time with the family? Why don’t I take her to the store to shop like ‘the other husbands’ who I guarantee aren’t trying to figure off how to pay off a $575k mortgage and a trip to Italy. So now we fight about that. And on and on it goes. Forever.
I hate her. She’s a psychotic, broken narcissist. All she knows how to do is use people to get what she wants. She buys toys from Toys ‘R Us, uses them until our daughter gets bored, and then returns them. What kind of person steals from Toys ‘R Us!? I thought I could help her but I can’t. I can’t even help myself anymore.
I’ve lost almost all of my friends, because I never have time to spend with them. If I’m not working, she insists I use all of my time for her. I haven’t attended a single friend’s wedding because she refuses to allow me to spend money to go visit them. Even for a couple of days. The only friends I have left are the ones who are content to have a relationship via text messages. If we talk on the phone for more than 45 minutes, she gets irate.
And the worst part is I let her completely control me. She knows I hate fighting, and she uses that like an expert weapon. I’m too worn down and exhausted to challenge her on almost anything. The last fight I won with her took 4 weeks of literally constant fighting before she gave in. And she still brings it up every now and then to see if I’ve developed a weak point she can exploit. So most of the time I just agree to whatever she wants, no matter how insane or mean spirited it is (like agreeing that we’ll never go visit my parents ever again until they die.)
A broken man, that’s what you’re witnessing here gentleman, a man that initially ignored the clear signs of an abusive relationship, a man who is clearly uneducated (by blue pill design) in the identification of the characteristics of an abusive woman, a man that must have some degree of talent and intelligence, given that he has been able to command a yearly pay of well over a quarter of a million usd, this man could have been anything he wanted, an entrepreneur a scientist and adventurer, but because he failed to identify the characteristics of abusive women, he will be none of those things. Just another worker drone wasting away in blue pill servitude.
I left her once, ironically over having a kid which I decided was my line in the sand. I was adamant that I didn’t want to bring a kid into our psychotic, hellish relationship. I lasted 2 days before she emotionally manipulated me into coming back. 1 year later we had a kid. God I’m so fucking worthless. Now I can never leave her, because I know she’d hurt my daughter to hurt me. I just have to make it 15 more years and then maybe I can actually do something.
I hate what I’ve become. I hate my wife. I hate everything about my life except my beautiful daughter who had nothing to do with any of this. I’m sorry, honey. You deserved a better family than this.
Update: I just sat downstairs and listened to her tell my 3 year old that “Daddy doesn’t care about you. Daddy never even wanted you before you were born.” Maybe it’s time to leave.
Update 2: I’m going to get some sleep. The outpouring of sympathy and support has been incredible. I’ve just been sitting here crying. For those of you who are worried about my daughter, don’t worry. I’m going to get her out of this somehow, and soon. I plan to contact a lawyer this week to find out what my options are.
Update 3: So much good advice, and things I really needed to hear. I’m terrified of what’s going to happen next, but I just keep reading these posts. Like I said, I’m going to contact a lawyer ASAP to figure out what my legal options are. He’ll likely advise me to delete this post, so if it disappears that’s what happened. Just know that when things settle down again I will update you guys.
Edit: Removed references to suicide.
That last bit “Edit: Removed references to suicide.” That sent a tingle of foreboding and fear down my spine. My biggest fear is to end up like this dude. Men of the world. Look and observe.
look and observe.