But something shifted down deep inside. Something that frankly scared the living shit out of me. In front of me, I no longer saw my beautiful sexy wife that was in killer shape despite 3 kids and pushing 40. I saw the wrinkles, I saw the sagginess, I saw the lumps and bumps. I saw an aging, crazy, bitch of a woman. And I was… just not into her any more.
When I first stumbled upon the Red Pill, I kind of pushed my husband to also take it, and he has to a certain extent; he follows my blogroll & wanders around the manosphere here & there, but hasn’t fully choked down the pill. After the initial push I figured that he has access to the info & he can take whatever aspects he wants & leave the rest.
I read story after story around the ‘sphere about how, once the red pill sinks in, the man is less attracted to his wife. He removes her from her pedestal & the veil drops from his eyes & he sees her hypergamy & shit tests & loses interest. The stupid thing is that she hated the pedestal & by taking her off of it he becomes more attractive & is everything she ever wanted as he walks away.
It’s this cycle of his love leading to oneitis & putting the female on a pedestal & kowtowing to her wishes. The more he bends to her will the more she demands because she doesn’t know what she wants; she just knows she’s not getting it. She gets bitchy & starts the shit tests & he bends more. When he has enough, takes her off the pedestal & quits bending, she becomes more attracted. Ugh, forget it – it really sounds like a huge hassle.
So, I’m keeping my pedestal. I’ll just have to be aware that I can’t be bitchy & demanding & try to run the show. I have to be the one to stop the ugly cycle. If I don’t shit test, he can’t fail my shit test (although he has gotten pretty good at deflecting them lately). I don’t run the show anymore either; I realized that I wasn’t very good at it anyway.