This is a story that was posted on facebook (and then deleted) that was passed around by some of the manosphere bloggers on twitter. After reading this story you should realize not to put women on a pedestal and to MAN up. This should be an eye opening read for some of the men on this forum.
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Hello everyone, I am a religious fanatic and my whole family is a bunch of fucked up religious nutjobs. I used to live on the Yukon River and had my own private lake in my backyard. That wasn't good enough for me.
I had sex with two guys at the same time when I was in high school, willingly, and I even bragged about it to my friend Jill, and then I felt bad about it so I told everyone I was raped.
When I met the father of my 5 kids, we agreed that we would be together forever and never leave alaska. we agreed that we would never want to live in a big city. but after 4 months, I couldn't handle living in the woods drinking the cleanest water and breathing the purest air, growing our own food and hunting everyday.
I began a campaign of non-stop complaining and griping and even physical attacks. I spit in my husbands face and told him I hated him, then i would have sex with him, then i would go in the kitchen and turn around and be crazy all over again, and tell him how much I hated his guts. Then, just to piss him off, I started smoking cigarretes, since he told me when we first met how much he hated cigarettes because his grandfather died from lung cancer exactly 10 years before we met.
I never knew my own grandparents, but when my grandmother was dying, who I never visited and barely knew, I took all of my kids to go see her, even tho my husbands grandmother, who he had lived with his whole life and who I lived with for years and who had given us upwards of 20,000 dollars over the course of 4 years, I wouldn't even let my kids go with my husband to visit her, I would throw a big fit and make things up and call the police. When I went to my grandmother's funeral, I cried some crocodile tears and visited all of the other relatives who never saw each other in real life except when someone died.
By the way, when I was living with my husbands grandmother, I took 3 hot baths per day, every single day, and I was pregnant, and I ran the air conditioner as cold as it would go, and when she complained, I screamed at her as hatefully as anyone as ever screamed. When she apologized to me, for letting me live in her house and paying all my bills and feeding me and cooking for me, I looked at her coldly and yelled "just leave me alone".
One time, in our cabin in Alaska, I started a ridiculously violent and hate-fillled rampage of a fight over dishes in the sink or something, and when I started losing the argument because my husband was smarter than me and used his evil logic and started begging me to calm down, I tried to kick him in the groin. He caught my leg and pushed me down, so I got up and spit in his face and told him that I hated him, and about that time, our only child at the time came in crying, I woke him up with all my screaming, so I walked up to him and shoved his head into the wall and said "shut the fuck up".
my husband didn't call the police on me, he has never called the police on me. I used to call the police on him on a weekly basis, usually after I started a non-stop gripe fest and made it escalate into him screaming back at me, all in front of the kids. My phone number automatically registered with the police as "Frequent caller--possible mental health issues".
When my husband had a job where he worked 16 hours a day, I would scream and holler at him the second he got home, which was midnight, and start a big argument in the middle of the night because he wanted a small fan blowing on him to help him sleep. when he refused to turn the fan off, i threw it outside. another time, he sold his outboard motor for the boat so that we would have money for rent and whatnot, and when he was making a shipping crate for it to mail to the person who bought it, I came home and threw a big fit and started throwing all of his tools out in the snow, and then I threw a steel tape measure at him, hit him in the chest, all in front of our two kids, and after he slapped me, I took off in his truck, instead of my own car, and called the Alaska State Troopers on him. the 900 dollars he got for his outboard was slightly offset by the 1500 dollars bail money he had to pay to get out of jail.
At the present, i have been living in Houston since September 2007. I came down here to go back to college, since, you know, there aren't colleges in Alaska. After 5 years, I don't even have an Associates Degree. I came down here because my dad told me how lazy my husband was and that he would find me a good, hard-working Catholic boy to marry and that I could live at his house as long as I wanted, as long as I wasn't with my husband, who I had thrown in jail after I claimed that he tried to run me off the road, when I was stealing our children from him without any kind of legal authority and certainly no moral backing.
Trying to run your wife off the road, when she is trying to take your children from you illegally, happens to be a pretty grave crime, and so he was charged with 4 counts of Assault--Domestic Violence, 4 counts of Reckless Endangerment--Domestic Violence, Reckless Driving, Disorderly Conduct, Assault against Children under the age of 18. and the point of all this is that he never tried to run me off the road, I made it all up, all he did was pass me up on the Taylor Highway and get in front of me and dump his motorcycle in the middle of the road and put up his hands in a begging motion. I didn't care, I ran him over in my van and ran right over the rear wheel of his motorcycle, and when I got to town I filed a restraining order against him.
My husband did 40 days in jail for all of that. In alaska there is no such thing as county jail, so he did that time in a maximum security prison with convicted felons, convicted murderers and rapists and torturers and meth freaks that had been caught driving around drunk with a dead person in the trunk of their car.
in the summer of 2009 I met an older married man who I started having sex with. when my husband would come down to Houston to visit me, I would have sex with him too, but I quit telling him I loved him, because I loved this other man because he had a great job and a really nice house down the street from my brother, he wasn't some bum dreaming about being back in Alaska, he was a married man with kids and a fancy house after all, but me, being the dingbat I am, forgot to sign out of my hotmail account, where I wrote this guy, who was married, how much I loved his cock and how i couldn't wait for him to get inside me again. I also texted him over and over, and my husband saw all of this. you can imagine how heartbroken he was. Instead of showing any remorse whatsoever, I told him how much I hated him and never wanted to see him again, and when we were at the pool, the guy who I was cheating on him with walked up not even knowing I was married like there was nothing wrong at all and I acted like I didn't even know who my husband was.
And through all of this, Ben told me he loved me every single day that I have ever known him, and told me how beautiful I was every single day, even when I was griping, told me how he didn't care that my leg is all deformed, told me that he loved my ears, even tho i am embarrassed about them, through thick and thin he has never wavered in his love for me and the kids. and when he was with us, he never went even a single hour without telling the kids how much he loved each and every one of them and threw them up in the air and held them and loved them and listened to all their stories and watched all their cartoons with them.
On the day that our 4th child was born, Ben looked after me like no one has ever looked after anyone ever. he never left my side, he played some really soothing music when I was in labor, like Beth Orton's "Pass in Time", he massaged every inch of my body as I was writhing in pain, he ran into the kitchen to get me ice water, he called my dad to pick up the other kids so they wouldn't hear me screaming, and when I was giving birth and crapped all over the place, he cleaned me and the floor and delivered the baby and cut the cord and told me how beautiful I was and what a great mother I was.
That very night, February 10 of 2010, my dirty dishrag whore of a mother, Linda Chunn, came over to our apt and threw a big fit when I was in the hospital and ben was with the kids. she brought all of the kids a bunch of McDonalds hamburgers and french fries and started telling the kids to "eat up", like any health conscious grandmother would do, and started berating Ben about how stupid it was for us to have the baby the way we did, and how Suzanne was lucky to be alive, and how she was praying that the baby lived. Ben's side-----I had delivered this baby, and cut the umbilical cord, and nursed after Suzanne for at least twenty hours. and this whore bitch mom of hers comes over at 11 pm doing all of this?
Of course, I told her to get the fuck out of my house and I threw all of the McDonalds food off the balcony, and this fat, diabetic whore with ankles the size of my thighs, who destroyed her own childrens sanity and who feeds her dogs and cats McDonalds hamburgers, tells me I am a piece of shit. This dirty dishrag whore told me, "Fuck you you piece of shit, you are a fucking bum, you don't pay rent, you don't do a fucking thing, all you do is sit around doing nothing".
and so I told this fat ugly whore that looks like a big blob of fat, I said " you fat ugly whore, get the fuck out of my house, or I am going to throw you out" and she started stomping her feet on the ground and yelling "Fuck you, fuck you, you piece of shit, this isn't your house" and then I grabbed her by the arm and led her towards the door. When I opened the door, she was still on her feet, and I said, get out of here, but once the door was open she fell down on the floor, wedging herself between the wall and the door, and started screaming bloody murder, "Help, assault, this guy is going to kill me, etc" .
and then, of course the police arrive. and this was all in front of 3 kids. she had came over there for no reason except to be a bitch and try to force feed my kids mcdonalds hamburgers. of course the kids want that shit, it is full of sugar and salt and msg and other addictive chemicals.
The police arrest me, on the day that my fourth child was born, the day that i spent delivering a baby and cutting an umbilical cord and helping my wife pass her afterbirth and telling her how incredible she was. I spent that night in jail with heroin addicts in a drunk tank shitting their pants and nigger women jailers cussing at inmates like they are slaves and white trash acting like they are black and people throwing up at lunchtime while everyone is eating, standing up, in a cell meant for 4 people that all of a sudden passes for a lunchroom with 80 people shoulder to shoulder eating bologna sandwiches and drinking a KoolAid substitute.
CHAT
