Quote: (04-17-2017 03:07 AM)RogerB Wrote:
I am a newbie here, and I am married for some time.
I'm just curious, how long is "some time"? The reason I ask is that expecting sex three times a day, including in the middle of the night, seems more typical of a newlywed.
I was the same way. It used to be something I fought with my wife over, until I said, "Fuck it, I'm just going to pick up some other interests that distract me from wanting sex," and now we're at the point where it seems like half the time, she's the one asking if I want to bang, and getting mad if I don't come fuck her right away.
We probably have sex about an average of once a day, although I used to insist on at least twice a day when we were first married. She's been steadily putting on weight, and especially after reading so many red pill articles about how 18-year-old girls are superior, lately I find myself thinking more and more that I wish I could be banging her younger sister. Plus there's so much stuff that I want her to do in bed, that she refuses to do, so I end up fantasizing about the girlfriend I had as a teenager, who did do all that stuff (and told me at the time, "You should feel lucky that I do this, because other girls wouldn't"). Plus half the time, after we have sex, five seconds after I come, she says, "By the way, hon, don't forget to take the trash" or she picks up her phone and starts scrolling through her Facebook feed, which leaves me thinking sarcastically, "Wow, her moans of pleasure were totally genuine right up to the moment I came, and she totally had her mind on what we were doing, as opposed to just trying to help me get off so she could move on to something else."
Marriage is like most other goals in life, like graduating from school or landing a corporate job. Society builds it up as being this great achievement that designates you as a successful and normal person. It's easy to build it up in your mind as a holy grail you must go on a quest after, even to the point that you find yourself kneeling like a medieval knight so that you can be dubbed "fiance" by the ruler to whom you're swearing your fealty. Yet, all too many men, after finally sipping from that grail, realize too late that they have chosen ... foolishly.
There are some men who say, "Marrying this woman 20 years ago was the best decision I ever made." I wonder sometimes if that's sincere, or if they're just trying to convince themselves and everyone around them that they're not a loser for making the commitment they made. Is she really that great, or are his standards really low?
People are advising you to read red pill works, but what happens if you become woke, and then enter the anger phase of unplugging? Do you really want the truth? Can you HANDLE the truth? Will you be willing to buck cultural expectations (and accept the consequences of doing so) in order to pursue the sex life you want, or will you end up just stewing in impotent rage?
Many men take the red pill with a very limited goal in mind, such as, "I just want to get my wife to let me fuck her" or "I just want to get my ex to come back to me." Then they find out, "Oh, I wasted my youth being a frustrated chump because I believed society's lies about the nature of women. And not only that, but when it came time to make a life commitment, I undersold myself because I believed I'd found a special snowflake." OUCH.
One thing I've noticed about women, is that the issue they complain about (especially when they're denying sex) is often not the real issue at hand. What comes to mind is a scene in
American Beauty where Lester is trying to initiate sex with his wife, and she tells him that he's about to spill beer on the sofa, and goes off on a tangent about how expensive the couch is. The couch is not the real issue, though; she's dissatisfied with her life, her marriage, her husband, etc. in general. Lester gets pissed off at her for letting a small issue like spilling beer on the couch get in the way of intimacy, apparently missing that there was more going on than that. That's my interpretation of the scene, anyway. I'm not even convinced that it's possible for modern women to be happy, given their unrealistic expectations of being able to have it all (i.e. juggle a career, a family, and spending massive amounts of time on social media posting misleading photos and competing for likes by putting forth a heavily spun version of events designed to present an image of an idyllic and virtuous life).
I'm at a point now where I say to myself, "I could work on improving myself and my life, but what's the point? Whether I'm living with my parents or in a huge mansion, my wife is still probably going to spend most of her time absorbed in Facebook. If anything, she would use Facebook MORE if we lived in a huge mansion, because she'd want to photograph all the fine linen, stainless steel cutlery, exotic plants, etc. to create album after album reminding her friends to be careful whom they bully. She wouldn't use the wealth to uplift people, by inviting them over for elegant parties, so that our friends could feel better about themselves for at least having wealthy friends. She would instead just use it to make them feel worse about their own lives in comparison, with these unspoken undertones, always present in social media, of 'haha, see how much more successful I am than you are.'"
Being married to a Facebook addict is like living in an Orwellian dystopia where the telescreen, aka the smartphone, is always on, even in the bedroom, with its constant feed of propaganda pouring into your home, and with you always needing to pose with a smile for the camera and hide your true thoughts, because those watching wouldn't like what you have to say. There's a circle of comrades (aka Facebook "friends") who aren't really your comrades, but rather your frenemies, and among them are many informants (aka reportfags) who would love to drop the dime on any of their associates who says something politically incorrect. But we can't get away from Facebook, because otherwise we'd be socially isolated? Please.
(Sometimes I think, "If my wife got hit by a bus today, would I suddenly feel motivated to tenaciously overcome obstacles and make more of myself for the sake of getting some fresh young pussy? Or would I just find more excuses/reasons to do nothing?" It seems like I would probably resume looking for hot young Filipinas online and thinking, "Holy shit, that can be mine, if I just get my life together.")
If you have a cute wife who's good in bed and whose personality isn't totally off-putting, I don't blame you for wanting to bang her thrice a day, or even thrice a night. I'm the same way. If, as some of the posters here suggest, it's not realistic to expect that even an alpha man with a submissive wife can get her to do that, then this is a really sad, sorry world we live in and I'm gonna have to consider myself black pill.
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