I did time in prison... seriously... Here's a report from the inside.

My man must be stronger than me or I will look down on him.

I used to have a painting in my room as a teenager that I loved.

Victorian time period with a young lady, surrounded by her ladies in waiting, playing a game of chess with a potential suiter. "He better win," I always thought.

I could never marry a man that wasnt at least as smart and definitely stronger than me. I would crush him, emasculate him and then I would be miserable bc I could never respect him.

If he wants to eat me, he needs to beat me.

you spent 5 days in jail? HAHAHAH

Jail is not prison.

My man must be stronger than me or I will look down on him.

I used to have a painting in my room as a teenager that I loved.

Victorian time period with a young lady, surrounded by her ladies in waiting, playing a game of chess with a potential suiter. "He better win," I always thought.

I could never marry a man that wasnt at least as smart and definitely stronger than me. I would crush him, emasculate him and then I would be miserable bc I could never respect him.

If he wants to eat me, he needs to beat me.

I guess our relationship dynamics are different. We are equals, but with different strengths. Where I am weak, he is strong, and vice versa. Together we are a formidable team with complimentary personalities, and deep mutual respect.

No one cares like at all. You're probably a dude anyway.

No one cares like at all. You're probably a dude anyway.

Thanks for the non haters, I hope you all avoid this type of bs.

At least as smart and physically stronger are necessary for me. I need to be intellectually challenged, and I could never be with someone that I could beat in arm wrestling. Just not sexy to me. That crosses out stupid and weak. We need good genes for our offspring.

Other than that, I agree with every word of your post.

Perhaps we may even be in full agreement, bc Im thinking you dont like stupid and weak men either.

20 years ago I fell in love with a chick I worked with. She hit on me constantly for months and I ignored it as I liked the job and didnt want drama. I caved and we dated for a year. She left me notes on my car, wanted sex three times a day and said she'd love me forever.

She came from money and her family disapproved. They worked on her for a year and it all kind of fell apart. She kept telling me she loved me and asked me over but had started seeing a rich guy her family had pushed on her.

I went over drunk one night she wasnt expecting me and caught her with the guy. I had suspected but not wanted to believe it. He came at me and punched me. I was drunk and felt nothing and put his head through his car window and almost killed him. I fled the scene and got away. Cops showed up at my work and I ran. Had never committed any crime, no record, I was 20 and terrified beyond rational thought.

Eventually turned myself in and was thrown in county lockup for a week, general population. Did not shower, barely ate. In with a few violent felons, some career criminals and some old drunks. They saw I had never been in and actually were cool to me. One of the guys went in the shower and say, hey new meat, get in here and drop the soap. It scared the shit out of me, until he came out laughing and said, Im messing with you man, chill out, after he saw how sick I looked.

I got bailed out and ended up with probation and two years therapy. It only took one time in for me to realize, I am no criminal.

And that women are really fucked up. Never trusted another one since. And better for it.

This is why I avoid police at all cost.

Nothing good comes from calling the police into your home.

Never call the cops...

No.

The husband has a Masters in Electrical Engineering, and flew jets off carriers when we met.

I hold an MBA in International Finance and an MS in Psychology.

We are both advanced martial artists. If we had a physical fight, I am not certain who would win, but we would definitely put each other in the hospital, or morgue.

Isn't that a Garth Brooks song?

We agree, I think. Y'all are evenly matched intellectually and your martial art skills make you an outlier.

Bc most times a man will beat a woman in a physical fight bc he is biologically stronger, with a greater muscle mass and lung capacity.

Im shocked that you all are matched evenly in a physical fight to be honest, esp if he has even a little size on you. Is it that you have more martial art skills to even the playing field?

Lol. No idea, but that was the worse few months of my life, dealing with the legal shit and wondering if I had destroyed my life. The guy was ok, the prosecutor wanted to charge me with attempted murder but it ended up knocked down to a midemeanor as he threw the first punch and a neighbor in her apartment complex verified it.

I can still remember the nights on that cot in the gen pop cell with like twenty other guys. The old dude in the next bunk farted toxic fumes all night every night.

Freaky now to think it ever happened.

To be honest i was outed as a homosexual early on.
Even though i pretty much pass for hetro most of the time.
At first i hated that i had been outed etc.....
And that i would never have kids etc....
Wow .. how that has changed !!!
I never had to go through the insane female relationship.
My brothers of course got married perhaps to prove that
they were hetro sexual and then remarried to prove it
again and also produced more kids. As each kid cost
them more child support after each divorcee.
So the fathers (my brothers) pretty much got screwed.
Once all that was settled. The ex-wives had no need
for the kids. And kids got in the way of their new
sex lives etc. So they started dropping them off with
the "gay" uncle. First for the evening. Then for the
weekends Then during school vacations. And ending
with "any excuse would do" !!! After a while i
discretely let the fathers know that the kids were
at my place and they would unexpectedly (of course)
stop by and spend time with their kids. Being single
and not having a ex-wife to support i could afford
a decent size house in a kinda fun historical
neighborhood. So there were plenty of bedrooms
for the kids to stay in. And a big basement and
yard for them to do father things with their real
fathers. And "Holidays" were amazing family events.
Now i am much older and the kids are all grown and
have kids of their own. I live in a smaller home
with a huge living room and dinning room. Because
Thank Giving and Christmas and Easter and the
Forth of July plus most birthday dinners are held
at my place. The kids and their spouses and children
arrive early to help cook dinner as ... well.....
They Joke that "i can burn water". Which is sorta
true. But they still call where i live home.
And i am extremely grateful that i was not attracted
to women but basically got to raise their kids.

I took a rap for my wife... she got drunk, blacked out, and put her Taurus Curve against my temple. As I have studied Krav Maga extensively. And hold a 2nd degree Black Belt in Taekwondo.

I was able to disarm her with little fanfair.

Except her trigger finger was broken.


The next morning she called the popo. Completely making up a story based on bits and pieces of what she thought she remembered.

Her Trigger Finger was indeed broken. This meant I executed the gun removal properly.

I gave my side of the story to the popo and they said... "So we need to ALSO arrest your wife and make your children wards of the state. I said " What ever she said was the truth." I did this to protect my kids.

I eventually got out, got diversion, and am working on a expungement. Meaning it never happened.

But because of the number of inmates. I was send to a state prison while retained.

The food is beyond horrible.
The lights are NEVER turned off. Try to Sleep?
You can have either a blanket or a pillow. Not both.
15 minutes at noon to walk around, 15 minutes at 6 pm to walk around.

I did have my own cell. And they did monitor my meds every few hours. (my bp went to 120/198.

After 5 days I posted bail and was let out.

Those 5 days/ 5 years ago have made my life a living hell. It wasn't a reality TV show, but I saw the show where ppl went to ":jail" as a form of "Survivor".

So I got the mindset that I didn't belong there.

THe one person who took me under his wing and helped me was ironically a serial killer.

He went by the name Dino, and he basically told me that his life was ruined and He'd die before he saw me get hurt.

So I had that,,, I still wonder how he's doing and how he made out? I sent him letters and dry goods but never heard back.

I guess the St. Louis Jail Riot sorta brought this out in me.

Just know the system will eat you alive, regardless of how innocent you are. If you are a man and your wife says "Let me out" in the middle of the Ghetto. Let the bitch walk home. Seriously.

You have a cell phone with video capabilities. Film her getting out and film yourself driving home.

You'd rather piss off your wife than piss off the local police.

you spent 5 days in jail? HAHAHAH

Jail is not prison.

I took a rap for my wife... she got drunk, blacked out, and put her Taurus Curve against my temple. As I have studied Krav Maga extensively. And hold a 2nd degree Black Belt in Taekwondo.

I was able to disarm her with little fanfair.

Except her trigger finger was broken.


The next morning she called the popo. Completely making up a story based on bits and pieces of what she thought she remembered.

Her Trigger Finger was indeed broken. This meant I executed the gun removal properly.

I gave my side of the story to the popo and they said... "So we need to ALSO arrest your wife and make your children wards of the state. I said " What ever she said was the truth." I did this to protect my kids.

I eventually got out, got diversion, and am working on a expungement. Meaning it never happened.

But because of the number of inmates. I was send to a state prison while retained.

The food is beyond horrible.
The lights are NEVER turned off. Try to Sleep?
You can have either a blanket or a pillow. Not both.
15 minutes at noon to walk around, 15 minutes at 6 pm to walk around.

I did have my own cell. And they did monitor my meds every few hours. (my bp went to 120/198.

After 5 days I posted bail and was let out.

Those 5 days/ 5 years ago have made my life a living hell. It wasn't a reality TV show, but I saw the show where ppl went to ":jail" as a form of "Survivor".

So I got the mindset that I didn't belong there.

THe one person who took me under his wing and helped me was ironically a serial killer.

He went by the name Dino, and he basically told me that his life was ruined and He'd die before he saw me get hurt.

So I had that,,, I still wonder how he's doing and how he made out? I sent him letters and dry goods but never heard back.

I guess the St. Louis Jail Riot sorta brought this out in me.

Just know the system will eat you alive, regardless of how innocent you are. If you are a man and your wife says "Let me out" in the middle of the Ghetto. Let the bitch walk home. Seriously.

You have a cell phone with video capabilities. Film her getting out and film yourself driving home.

You'd rather piss off your wife than piss off the local police.

This is why I avoid police at all cost.

Nothing good comes from calling the police into your home.

I TOLD YOU!!! Seriously, when you stop being so defensive you can benefit from what I have to say! It isnt that Im saying she is an angel and you are all to blame. But there are some major fucked up dynamics at play here, it takes two for them to play out and it didnt happen overnight.

She massively disrespects you by having an affair and putting a gun to YOUR head and then YOU take the rap.

You are "too nice." You didnt deserve to be treated like that at all. Stop being a martyr and set things CORRECT. Be proactive. Establish boundaries and enforce them. Dont be a lunatic, or an asshole, but be FIRM. You've let her run the show for too long or she wouldnt be so cocky!

It may be too late for your marriage, but its not to late to reclaim your dignity and her RESPECT.

Stop expecting her to be reasonable or to consider your feelings like you do hers, bc she has SHOWN YOU she does not. She is not going to magically "see the light. Im sorry.

Look where that thinking has gotten you right now with this recent situation. Who was the one left holding the bag? Being threatened with a gun? Made to look like a cabrone who cant satisfy his wife?

If you like it, keep justifying yourself and dont make any changes. If you dont, then you gotta look at what changes YOU can make.

Whatever she does to you is bc you allow it. You dont like it? DONT ALLOW IT. Make her miss the days when you were "too nice." Never let her see your heart again.

Let that football player have her and be the one to deal with her shit. You should drive her there and leave her on the front lawn with a Thank You card. You and the kids can enjoy some (probably much needed) peace and quiet.

I have trained more years than he has, ad in 2 more disciplines. I am very good at pressure points and targeted strikes. I also know how to use my smaller size to my advantage against a larger opponent. In simple terms, it means jamming them up to where their strikes are not very effective (unless they can deliver powerful short jabs the way Bruce Lee and Mike Tyson could), then going after vulnerable points. No, I do not mean balls -- that is only a parting insult. An important thing, learned from Krav, is there are no rules when fighting for your life.

Due to my flexibility, it is very difficult to put me in any type of lock. I just gumby right out when ground grappling.

Make no mistake, if he gets a good first strike on me, I will be very weakened, and will put up a less effectual defense or offense.

We spar a lot. He learns from me, and I from him. All part of the partnership.

This thread is not really for the esoterics, but he knows when to hand some situations over to me. I can clear a room with my energy fields, or make the entire room at ease, where his extroverted personality can take center stage. I give zero shits that people are frightened of me. They all love him, and, without the inside knowledge, find our relationship quite an enigma.