So, recently there has been a lot of chatter in the greater Manosphere about men getting cucked. I've been Red Pill for years, and after reviewing the ways of TRP and MRP for a while, I think I may have been cucked already! I need help confirming that this is the case, and need advice on what I need to do if it's true.

So, before I stumbled upon TRP, my wife got pregnant. We had been actively planning this for months, but looking back I think my wife tricked me into wanting children with her so she could claim my Beta Bux. Anyway, it turns out that she was going to have twins! Twins! At first, that sounded overwhelming, but when I discovered TRP during her pregnancy, I figured I can give twice as much attention to my children and effectively double the dread game on my wife.

So, things were going great and the ultra sounds showed that we were going to have two healthy boys (yesssssss!), whom I single-handedly decided to name Randle and Patrick. But after nine months, she gave birth to what appeared to be a large, silver and black bird.

At first that seemed a little bit strange, seeing as how my originally human twin boys had somehow become a large, silver and black bird, and birds usually hatch from eggs and definitely not the wombs of human females. But since I was still partially ingrained with blue pill values, I made the mistake of trusting the loyalty of my wife, and we raised him as our own. Since we had a single male bird, instead of two twin human boys, we decided to name him Mac. Mac was born a little over 2 years ago.

Now, Mac is a great kid! He's really big, too. Within about six months, Mac grew to be roughly three times the size of me! And he can fly! He is a little messy when he molts his feathers, but I make my wife clean up after him. Recently, though, when I take him out in public, I've started to notice that other people give me these weird looks. They used to admire my alpha physique and compliment me for maintaining a very nice, polished oak frame. But now I can sense them looking down on me *as if they suspected I wasn’t Mac’s real father.” They’d occasionally mutter things under their breath, like, "Holy Shit!! Is that a giant fucking bird!?" And then they’d usually scream and run away.

Other than my masculinity feeling slightly threatened by my massive, beautiful, flying bird of a son, things were alright. But one day I told a fellow TRP that I could beat him in a physical altercation (the only thing that matters when men interact), and he called me a cuck. After retorting to his insult by calling him a cuck, I started thinking, and things aren't quite adding up. Upon looking at my skin color, I am neither silver nor black, and neither is my wife. That sounds really suspicious, if you ask me. Not only am I potentially being cucked, but I’m being cucked by a person/bird of a different skin color than me, and that makes me really uncomfortable for reasons that I can’t quite put a finger on.

I asked my wife about it, and of course she denied sleeping with someone else, and got really mad and defensive that I would even think that was a possibility. "Of course Mac is our son! Both of ours!" she insisted. “I would never, and have never cheated on you!” But I think she's lying. You know AWALT, right? I know AWALT, and he's a pretty chill dude. Walt's my gym bro. A little too blue pill, in my opinion, but he is tall, dark, handsome, muscular, and has a high paying job. Objectively superior to my wife in every way.

So, what do I do now? I’m really starting to suspect that I’ve been cucked, and Mac isn’t actually my biological son. Because of this, my Sexual Market Value has dropped significantly. I blame my wife because she used to nag at me all the time, insisting that I invest safely and diversify my stocks in the Sexual Market. I had to prove that I am the captain, not her, so I deliberately did the opposite of what she advised, and invested entirely in Red Pills and Alpha Fucks. That stupid wife of mine got a MRS degree in Finance and quid pro quo’d her way into a position as a Wall Street stock broker, but you can never really trust the emotion-driven thoughts of any female, especially not your wife.

I think I’ve got the bases covered, but can you guys think of anything else I need to do, and if I should just divorce her go my own way?

After being called a cuck, I've been frequently hitting the gym really hard lately. My knuckles are completely shattered, so I know I'm getting results. There was a female doctor in the emergency room, and she kept giving me IOIs by looking at me and touching my masculine, bloody, mangled hands. We call that Kino, for you beta cucks who don’t know Game.

On top of that, I recently demoted my wife back to plate status. Soon after, she hit The Wall, causing a rather large crack to form right down the middle of her, and now she leaks food onto the table every time I try to eat dinner with her. Sex has become less frequent and less enjoyable, mostly because I am not sexually attracted to ceramics. I swear, fucking AWALT! It’s true, I’ve started cheating on my plate by having angry sex with Gym Bro Walt whilst simultaneously shouting profanities at no one in particular.

I started enrolling in STEM classes, and if that goes well (which it will, because I am a man and I have honor and logic), I will branch out and take LEAF, TRUNK, and ROOT classes as well. Trees are so alpha. One tree can make, like, a hundred sturdy frames.

What else can I do, guys? I’m a little tipsy since I just left the Sidebar, and now I’m following MRP advice, currently sitting around waiting for The Main Event. I mean, seriously! I’ve been at the venue for over an hour, and the opening bands are terrible! The Main Event has to come eventually, right? I came to listen to Chad and the Thundercocks, not Beta Bux and the Cock Carousels!

Help me. I’d say please, but I’m too proud to. I'd say thanks in advance, but I don't owe you cucks anything.