Putting the song aside, I was walking the dog yesterday and started thinking about how "love" and "relationships" are like battles. You look around on the field and you see the bodies of your brothers that were taken by divorce bombs, shot by verbal abuse, twitching on the ground after false legal accusation gas, crawling away, bleeding their money, after getting their kids ripped off of them.

Then we watch our friends drive off to war when she doesn't want to stay at a party, or says "come over". Or like when I see my room mate in the trenches paying her way in front of me, splitting half his dinner for when she comes over. Watching "that show" he doesn't care about but she does, distracted by texting her and then vents to me about how she doesn't seem to care about him. Surprise, she ditched him for a rich chad. He got a "not good enough" sniper bullet right through the heart and it hurts. I'm glad I'm there for him now.

MGTOW really is a hospital, a battlefield medic. And when we're healed we come home and try to live normal lives, we still have stories, but those stories help us remember how horrible the war is.