Thread: My house, My rules

Elephants are big but this one is unique. Almost the size of the sun but blue. He's flying, without wings obviously.
Ninjas everywhere. This poor man is surrounded by them, he will never make it out alive. Or maybe they are protecting him?
The most simple garden in the world. One huge flower. I wonder if it's harder to take care of one big flower or a bunch of small ones?
''Sorry I kept you waiting Mr. Price. You can sit now, we'll discuss your son's recent behavior...''

Is it that they are avaricious, or do men roll over too easily? Chicken meets egg.

Only woman allowed in my house is my mother. And even then, only if she behaves herself.

Women still make for really annoying neighbours though. A house without them is good, a whole gated community without them would be even better.

By being so repulsive in each and every way, I see no need to be repulsed in my own home under my own roof!

Their frenzy to escape the loneliness they alone created is truly remarkable to the observer.

Men, you're just a meatstick to be plucked to the bone!

I just gave a Charlie Plumb motivation class to a large audience (you can look him up).

He makes an important point to this topic.
You have 3 choices in life, he explains.
1. Try to win.

2. Choose to Fail or choose to not try . Not always a bad option as there are times this is the wiser choice.

3. Give away your choice. Give away one and two.

Getting married or just being a blue pill is option 3. That's why it always ends in despair and tragedy for the man. You gave away your choice, and most likely to someone who wan't smart enough, competent enough or benevolent enough to deserve it; let alone manage it. So don't be surprised when your debt is oppressive, your income is compromised and she's sleeping with the next cuck who is ready to give away his choices just for attention and sex.

It's your house own it, run it or lose it.

Originally Posted by May 7 2020

I forgot. Precious Moments figurines. Creepy bulbous big eyes looking children.

Viz magazine does the occasional mention of people who buy "collectable", "heirloom" shit. Savage. Most recent one was "see who you can spot at a trash-and-treasure"! One of the items was "Man selling his dead aunt's priceless collectables".

They sold their own limited-edition collectable, named "It's the bailiffs!" - a diorama of one of these sad women surrounded by catalogue shit that she had bought on credit, and the bailiffs kicking down the door to collect the debt. Interestingly, one of the items surrounding her was a miniature "It's the bailiffs!" diorama.

Ah - here it is!

Originally Posted by Mr Wombat

Viz magazine does the occasional mention of people who buy "collectable", "heirloom" shit. Savage. Most recent one was "see who you can spot at a trash-and-treasure"! One of the items was "Man selling his dead aunt's priceless collectables".

They sold their own limited-edition collectable, named "It's the bailiffs!" - a diorama of one of these sad women surrounded by catalogue shit that she had bought on credit, and the bailiffs kicking down the door to collect the debt. Interestingly, one of the items surrounding her was a miniature "It's the bailiffs!" diorama.

Ah - here it is!

Hahaha

Oh crikey!! I remember the first time that I ever read a Viz comic. Late 80's. It was lunchtime on my second day at work. I was 16 and in a training session with about 40 other new starters. I'd never seen anything like it before. I had one of those moments where you can't stop bursting out laughing every 20 seconds after you've seen something funny. I ended up getting sent out to calm down, which I did....eventually!!

Originally Posted by May 7 2020

She bought a Persian rug to put in front of this shrine, and no one but her was allowed to be on the rug. Dog liked to scoot across this rug, wiping her ass on this $5000 rug.

Hahahaha.

For you, May...hope it brings back kind memories!!!

Originally Posted by May 7 2020

My ex insisted on decorating the house. She thought 200 birdhouses would look good. She also thought several dozen large baskets full of lace doilies, broken dishes, colored feathers, old 45 records, and other useless shit would be good too. Her friend sold candles, we had an entire warehouse of candles in a closet. More candles than were ever burned in the entire 14th century. Pillows with pithy sayings, on couches, on the toilet tank, and under the fish tank, on windowsills, all over the place. She had 12 pillows on the bed, and would get pissed if I didn't place them properly. Then there was the twisted wrought iron crap from the candle chick. Then there were the photographs in plain black frames....scads of these. What am I forgetting, oh yes, holiday houses, Christmas villages, and then she was orgasmic when stores started swelling Halloween village bullshit. We also had those Christmas and Halloween inflatable things, outdoor decorations, maybe 30 of them. She was into decorating cakes, and so there was cake decoration shit everywhere.

I hated all of it. Money pissed away. I had to dust this garbage. I was allergic to the candles, and I would throw a handful away every day, then she would go to another fukn candle party and bring home more candles and wrought iron bullshit. I hated that it was my job to help her hang this shit, dust this shit, I really hated telling her it looked good. She would call the candle shilling hoe and order shit late at night while looking on line, and this crap would show up via UPS, and my ex would call every hour asking me if it arrived. Sometimes I would make it disappear if I didn't have to sign for it. Half the time she forgot about it by the time she got home from work.

I forgot. Precious Moments figurines. Creepy bulbous big eyes looking children. She commissioned a special cabinet from a custom furniture maker, lights, glass shelves and a sound system, yes this thing has a cd player and speakers in it... This garbage was insured because she claimed some pieces were rare. She bought a Persian rug to put in front of this shrine, and no one but her was allowed to be on the rug. Dog liked to scoot across this rug, wiping her ass on this $5000 rug. She would visit the shrine once a week, play the twinkly music and dust these things with a fine paintbrush wearing white cotton gloves.

Holy fucking shit man, she sounds like a fruit loop. I'd of ended up murdering her with an axe Bateman style.

Originally Posted by Don Keyknob

Hahahaha.

For you, May...hope it brings back kind memories!!!

Haha I remember seeing that on tv in England one night on that old twats funny videos show. fuck...what was his name?

Originally Posted by Dashing Young Dissident

Haha I remember seeing that on tv in England one night on that old twats funny videos show. fuck...what was his name?

Dennis Norden.

'It'll be alright on the night'.

Dennis Norden-that's a name I have not heard in years.

Thats the one!

Jesus and he's still alive!

Do you guy's remember 'That's Life' with Esther Rantzen?

I loved this clip as a kid....

Lol never seen that.

Yeah he's 96.

Originally Posted by Don Keyknob

Do you guy's remember 'That's Life' with Esther Rantzen?

I loved this clip as a kid....

Yep her teeth distracted me.

Women are going to push, push and push more. And if that fails, they will try to push !

My last relationship ended with a simple phrase. She wanted to decorate my home in her taste, and she was not even living in it. She wanted everything to be her idea, and had the nerve to tell me I had no right to disagree with her, because, "women are just better at decorating." I told her, my house, my rules. She tried to turn it into an argument, and I told her that she either followed my rules, or she would have to go. Well, fussing the whole way, she finally left.

In a sense, it really doesn't matter "why" she is motivated act this way. The entire problem is the complete refusal to show even a modicum of respect to you ("her man") in your own home. If she is already this demanding and flush with a sense of authority and entitlement then she has simply no respect for you as an individual. There is no excuse for this.

And it is a great example of how retaining the power of "no" is the core of MGTOW. If she cannot accept you having control over your own surroundings in your own home, will she accept you having any control over anything else in your life ?

The answer is a clear "no". She, like so many women, has no respect for limits, your own views on any given matter and really has no respect for you.

If she can't show you respect in your own home, then DTBN (Dump The Bitch Now), it is only going to get worse. You did the smart thing and refused to yield the power of "no" and chose to exercise it instead.

What next, she tells you what hand to wipe with ? Don't laugh, I know a poor bastard who can't buy a different brand of toilet paper without encountering "The Wrath".

Well played. DTBN.

Frank V.

Originally Posted by Uly

My rules. I am king of my castle and I don't need a leeching queen.

And this is freedom. Long sought after and easily lost, but invaluable once obtained. Great job Uly