I had compromised myself out of existence and I didn’t even know it.

I loaded up the last of the boxes and moved into what the kids called “The Lunar Module.” I was living in an illusion and had been for probably the entirety of my marriage to a woman who had taken everything…the house, the car, the savings account, my dick and any calcium left in my body.

The following is a guide for men who did not cheat, drink or assemble massive credit card debt but who have been left behind by their wives in a heap of shit that they don’t even know they are in. If you are an asshole put this down. It is for all the men out there who have been told that they are to blame, they are responsible for all that is bad in the relationship—the gaslighted and dare I even say it hostages to a strident but lovely ladies. It is for the otherwise good guys who lost their dicks along the way along with the rest of the calcium in their backbones. It is a guide for the good guy who loves his kids, cleans the toilets, cooks the meals, works a job and made time for his partner’s exercise and time off. It is a guide for the imperfect person who recognizes that they are not perfect. If you think that a marriage ending is the sole fault of your partner then put it down. I have my own version of crazy and a wise young woman once said to me “I’m sure you can be a real pain in the ass, but nobody deserves that shit.” If you have hit a woman then I think you are scum and don’t even think about reading this guide. If you have hit a woman or cheated while drunk then I hope your dick falls off. A real man walks the line and takes care of the people he loves.

I’m going to outline a set of steps to take that helped me recover from a marriage that I should never have entered into and the process I used to recover my old self—that guy who I was 20 years ago that people liked, was a bit weird, had lots of friends, was independent and some wonderful positive relationships with women. What the hell happened? I’ll tell a little bit of that story also but I need to be careful. If Ms. Cray Cray could hire a hit team from MS13 to turn me into dogfood I’m sure she would—especially after this book is published.

Don’t expect a bunch of women bashing in these pages. Some of best friends are strong powerful women who are my sisters from another mother. I’ve also been luckily in my youth to fall in love with a couple of wonderful people who I still talk with occasionally and who have great husbands who I respect. I even am friends with my first love’s mom. She is lovely. I have also had my fair share of lovers who expanded my mind, connected me with universe, rocked my world and broke my heart. I’m smart, independent and kind. I have my issues…

How the hell did I end up with a shitty apartment, overweight and depressed with less then $1000 in my checking account? How the hell did I end up compromising myself out of existence? Let us start at the beginning....