Woman Hospitalized after Boyfriend Beats Her!
Twelve million people between the ages of 18 and 32 are affected by domestic violence in America every year.
Meet Jack Robinson and Shelly Peterson. Both are residents of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Both are 21 years old. They are about to meet for the very first time. Shelly is a Patient Care Assistant at the hospital. Jack is an auto-shop mechanic who has spent most of his adult life chasing women, cherishing them, putting them on a pedestal, and hoping to score. He enjoys playing video games, joking with his coworkers, going out for a beer, and watching porn while masturbating. Jack is hoping to meet someone special.
Jack Meets Shelly
Jack hasn’t had much success with women. For reasons he can’t quite figure out, women usually do not approach him. Hoping to change this, he has adopted a more masculine butt-loaded persona that women will find hard to resist. Or so he tells himself.
Jack knows that modern-day mating rituals require a lot of hard work on his part. And, before his cotton-candy dreams come true, his pedigree, medical history and zip code will be scrutinized and compared to those of his peers. Unsure about how to approach women, and fearful of rejection, Jack convinces himself that in order to close the deal, or simply to acquire a phone number, he will have to become a hybrid of a girlish Taylor Lautner and a nutsack-swinging Chris Pratt. It’s a tall order, but Jack tempers his anxiety by reminding himself that, should he fail, he can always salvage his ego and boost his confidence with a shot of bourbon and a visit to the nearest girlie bar.
Jack lives in a mega-universe of horny studs all competing for the same thing. He knows that, with his average looks and his lack of confidence, he’s not exactly a Zac Efron at the top of the dating food chain. When he meets one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, he decides it’s time to take a new approach. He resists his default attitude of hopelessness and assumes a casual stance. Though his heart is racing and he can feel sweat trickling from his armpits. Forcing a confident grin, he walks right up to her and says, “Hello, my name is Jack.”
When the girl looks directly at him, Jack resists the urge to flinch. He’s sure she sees straight through his swagger veneer.
She smiles. “My name is Shelly.”
“I’m Jack. Can I buy you a drink?”
Jack’s body tension releases. He steers her toward the bar and she orders a cocktail. As they talk, warmth radiates from Shelly’s body. Jack leans in and expresses avid interest in each word she says and in every gesture she makes. When her glass is half-empty, Jack buys another round of drinks. His heart feels full and he keeps the conversation light and steers clear of controversial topics and personal questions. Jack is suddenly hyperaware of his body. He plants his feet far apart, props one casual elbow on the bar, and raises an eyebrow.
Shelly’s body language shows that she feels open and relaxed. Jack’s mind races and he savors the moments to the end of the evening. Will they have sex? It doesn’t matter, Jack decides. They’re having a lot of fun. Besides, he already has her number.
The connection is instant: two beating hearts sprout wings with each pleasurable touch. Their spirits soar wildly, free of the twisted wreckage of half-forgotten lovers.
There is so much to learn about Shelly. She is an enigma; a cache of unexpected delights. Jack makes the effort to behave appropriately on every date. He keeps the conversation light: no religion, no politics, no abortion rights, no gender equality. When they’ve shared their innermost thoughts, they decide to share their bodies. The sex is incredible for both of them. Jack and Shelley spend the following months getting to know each other inside and out. And they have a hell of a good time doing so.
Somewhere down the line, the relationship becomes serious. One night at the chic Stanford Restaurant, Shelly’s eyes meet Jack’s. “Men have hurt me in the past.”
Jack swallows a mouthful of steak and his eyebrows form an arch. “Oh?”
“I once caught an ex cheating. It made me feel so worthless.” Shelly’s eyes fill with tears as her shoulders curve forward. Jack feels an instinctual urge to protect her.
“I would never make you feel that way.” He stretches across the table to take her hand in his.
“He really hurt me. I don’t ever want to go through that again.” Shelly wipes her eyes with a table napkin and tries to smile. Her hand trembles.
Jack is overwhelmed by a desire to hold her and keep her safe. “I’ll see to it that you don’t,” he says softly, squeezing her fingers.
Shelly stares into Jack’s face for a few moments. “Are you sure?” Her tone bears more than a hint of accusation.
“You can trust me. I swear I’m not like those other guys.”
Immediately, Shelly’s demeanor softens. “Thank you,” she says, demurely picking up her fork and returning to her salad. In that moment, Jack vows to give Shelly all the comfort and attention she will ever need. And the decision makes him feel good. It makes him feel strong.
The Next Level
Ten months later, Shelly tells Jack, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
A weird buzzing sound spirals in Jack’s head. “Me too,” he proudly declares. He kisses her on the mouth.
“I think we should take our relationship to the next level,” Shelly says.
Jack adores Shelly, so he gladly agrees. “Sure! Why not?”
“We should be exclusive.”
Jack hesitates before saying, “Exclusive. Of course.”
“Jack, you could be the one for me. We could have what my parents and grandparents had.”
“Thank you.” He blushes.
And just like that, the trajectory of Jack’s life is changed forever. His every move is now angled toward new goals that are shared with Shelly. A fresh and exciting future awaits them.
Monogamy: First Month
Jack and Shelley are eating at Shelley’s favorite restaurant to celebrate their one-month anniversary.
Halfway through the meal, Shelly asks, “Where do you think is the best place to raise children?”
With his fork frozen halfway between the plate and his mouth, Jack blinks at Shelley. He has never considered having kids. He’s still contemplating the question when an attractive young woman enters the restaurant. As if they have a mind of their own, Jack’s eyes follow the swing of her shapely denim-clad buttocks.
Shelley kicks his shin under the table. “Why are you looking at that girl?”
Jack flinches. He lowers his head and his stomach sinks. “Don’t you ever look at other guys?” he asks quietly.
“Never!” Shelly says, with a wounded look in her eyes.
“No?” Jack doesn’t trust her answer. He feels chastised. He has never thought that merely looking at another person could cause someone to feel pain. He didn’t intend to hurt Shelly. She’s the love of his life. Jack wants to ask her what’s wrong with admiring another woman’s beauty. But he doesn’t want to challenge Shelly when she seems so upset. For the rest of the meal, he treads on eggshells. On the way home, he decides it’s probably best just to smooth things over rather than risk offending her again. He promises he’ll try not to ogle other women from now on.
When they arrive back at the apartment, Shelly turns to him and asks, “Do you think she’s prettier than me?”
Jack feels like he’s being scolded by his mother. Feeling a painful constriction at the back of his throat, he rubs the back of his neck. “Of course not.”
Shelly flares her nostrils. “This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed you checking out other women.”
“But sweetheart, that stuff doesn’t mean anything. I’m with you, aren’t I?”
“I’m watching you.” Shelly’s eyes narrow to menacing slits.
“I’m sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.” He tries to kiss her.
She turns her face and brushes him away. “If you want me to stay with you, you’ll have to treat me right.”
Jack’s heart sinks. “Okay,” he mumbles, fumbling with the key in the lock.
He opens the front door and skulks into the house. He heads straight for the bathroom. He slams the door shut behind him and flips the latch. Through the thin bathroom door, he can hear her whining in the hallway, “You promised you’d never hurt me.”
Monogamy: Fifth Month
As the days and weeks pass, Jack floats through a dreamy wonderland of love and sex. Every morning, birds chirp and the coffee perks while the couple lies nestled in each other’s arms. Whenever they argue, make-up sex always brings Jack back in line with Shelly’s views.
One Friday morning, Shelly asks, “You going out with the guys tonight?”
Jack is already halfway out the front door. He pauses midstride. “Of course. Just like every Friday.”
“When are you going to get tired of that?” she asks, seeming suddenly annoyed.
“Umm—never? What do you mean?”
Shelly puts her hands on her hips. “I always thought you’d grow out of it.”
“Out of what? Having a blast?” Jack feels a rush of adrenaline course through his veins. “I’m twenty-two. It’s practically my job to have a good time.”
“Are other women there?” Shelly’s face looks strange and pinched.
Jack’s heart skips a beat. “It’s a bar. Of course there are women there.”
Shelly presses together her lips until they form a horizontal line. “You know that makes me uncomfortable. Do you talk to them?” Shelly’s eyes are blazing.
Jack suppresses a groan. He shakes his head and gulps. “Come on, baby. I don’t go there to meet women. I just like hanging with the guys.”
Shelly lifts her chin. “I don’t believe you.”
Jack’s skin begins to crawl. He can feel a flush spreading across his face.
“Are you seeing someone else?” Shelly jabs a finger near his face.
“No! Of course not. I love you, Shelly.”
Shelly squares her shoulders and turns to face Jack. They’re standing toe to toe. “Do you hit on other women?”
Jack’s stomach is doing somersaults. The other guys are all single and they speak openly about women. Sometimes he joins in and says something macho, just to get a laugh. But that’s all. He feels guilty, but he’s not sure why, since he hasn’t done anything wrong.
“Tonight you’re coming straight home after work.” Shelly folds her arms across her chest.
“What? But the guys—we’ve been doing this for years!”
“It’s either them or me,” Shelly says. “The choice is yours.”
Jack feels as if he’s been kicked in the stomach. “Leaving?”
“I’m your girlfriend. You should be spending all your time with me.”
Jack stands there, on the apartment’s threshold. A bitter taste appears in his mouth and his stomach coils into a knot. He reflects on all the Friday nights spent laughing with his friends. His eyes lose a little of their shine.
“You said you loved me!”
“I do.” Jack pulls himself to his full height. He wants to make her happy.
“You do what?”
“I do love you,” he sighs, feeling frustrated.
Shelly shifts her weight and crosses her arms over her breasts. A smug smile plays on her lips. “Well, then,” she says, “I’ll see you here right after work tonight.”
Jack’s mind begins to sift through a million memories at once. Could he do without Shelly’s love and sex? After a moment, his mind clears. Lifting his head, he beams at her. “I love you to death,” he says.
“Then from now on you’ll spend your Friday with me.”
“Of course, honey.”
Jack surrenders his Friday nights. Those boys’ nights of drinking, cracking jokes, and engaging in child-like foolishness are over. Jack’s co-workers act a little frosty towards him at work. Jack tells himself it doesn’t matter. All that matters is making Shelly happy at any cost.
Monogamy: Eighth Month
Shelly is always telling Jack to treat her right, and he’s trying his best, but she still isn’t satisfied. Perhaps they have different notions of what that entails. He Googles “how to treat her right” and finds dozens of detailed items, all requiring change on his part. He begins to tremble.
Jack works his way down the list. He puts in extra time and effort. He lowers the toilet seat after each use, picks up after himself, puts his shoes in the shoe cupboard, stops farting, and starts remembering to take out the trash. He goes out of his way to make things right between them. Soon he forgets who he is. He becomes a servant to Shelly and her needs. His identity fades and his soul becomes empty and dark. He drinks a few beers every night after work, because beer dulls his inner thoughts. Slowly but surely, Jack begins to drown his own life force. He returns to his favorite porn sites. He drinks beer and masturbates a lot. It’s the only excitement left in his life.
The door opens. Shelly comes in and her eyes widen. “You’re watching porn,” she shrieks.
Jack almost jumps out of his skin. He hides his face and waits for her to leave.
“Is this love?” she shouts.
“Hey, Shelly. I’m only jacking off. What’s the big deal?”
His irate girlfriend paces the room like a bullfighter in an arena. She turns to him and says, “Give me your Facebook password.”
Jack’s muscles tense and he eases his shorts back up over his knees. “Can’t I have some privacy?” he complains.
“I thought we agreed that couples shouldn’t have secrets from each other.”
When Shelly reaches for Jack’s smartphone, he shoves her hand away. He grabs the phone and holds it tight against his chest. Sweat begins to appear on his brow. He raises his chin and gives her a defiant gaze. “I don’t have to prove anything to you,” he says quietly.
“You’re a liar and a cheat,” she screams in his face. “Give me your phone!”
Jack sighs. He is weary of her incessant demands and distrust. He tenses his grip on the phone. After giving and changing so much, he needs one part of his life to be his own. “Get away from me.” he says.
Shelly’s eyes turn to vicious slits. The back of her hand connects with his face. “Give it to me!” she screams. The rage in her voice is palpable and frightening.
Jack swings around to push her away. He bashes her in the mouth with his fist.
Shelly puts a hand to her bloody lips. “You bastard,” she moans. Tears stream down her face. She dials 911.
The police arrive. They take statements from Jack and Shelly. Shelly has a visible physical injury, while the red mark on Jack’s face has already faded. Jack is arrested and taken to prison. He receives a domestic battery charge on his record. Shelly is sent to the emergency room, where she finds comfort in the hands of her fellow nurses.
Tim Patten is a retired software engineer and author of newly released MGTOW Building Wealth and Power. He also wrote WHY I CHEAT – 11 campfire stories for men’s ears only. Both books are a celebration of masculinity and pay homage to the modern men’s liberation movement.