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A few weeks later, right before Thanksgiving, she gets news that the lump in her breast she got biopsied back in May was, in fact, cancerous, not a cyst like we were originally told. Since the aforementioned phone call with me, she had been finding reasons to no longer enjoy being in FL, but this diagnosis sealed the deal. She moved back home to do treatment since oncologists here are stellar and tried to pull the “but I have cancer” card to get special treatment from me (it seems to work on most other people, understandably). I shut it down immediately and told her that I’m going to help her when she needs it, I’ll be there for the treatments, but that her cancer doesn’t change anything else so she needs to be a big girl and do shit for herself. She later told me that this was a turning point in her respect towards me, and her actions backed that up.

When she got back, almost nothing changed for me. I took the girls to school and gymnastics, and have a good reputation with the teachers/other kids’ parents because my girls are respectful, intelligent, and I’m sociable. The girls echo my sentiment of “Daddy’s house, Daddy’s room, Daddy’s whatever...Daddy paid for it, so it’s his.” In addition to lifting and doing BJJ at work, I started doing additional MMA training a couple of nights a week and helping out buddies with various projects. Wife starts hearing good stuff from my buddies’ wives about me, and I can see the hamster spin. She felt out of place, and I took advantage of a couple of comfort tests. She still insisted on doing marriage counseling, so I had the unit chaplain come to our house. During the flowing conversation, at one point I had mentioned that 3 requirements I have for the woman I’m with is that she’ll meet my sexual desires, cook food for me, and take care of my kids and my house when I’m not around. The next day while I’m putting down wood flooring in my house, wife comes sneering into the room and asks, “So you’re saying that if everything else were good but sex life wasn’t great, you’d leave?” I told her, “No, I’m not leaving my own house that I paid for. I implied that I’d divorce you and you’d be living somewhere else.” Gave her a wink and went back to the flooring. I honestly expected an explosive reaction from her, but she just went to the bedroom and came out an hour later, being a complete sweetheart.

The next big turning point is the unit Christmas party. She got her chemo port placed the day prior, and she knew she’d be losing her hair soon, so shit was getting real for her. I’m always the sharpest dressed at work, and the Christmas party was no different.

I got a lot of compliments on my 3 piece suit and my solid look, and the women at the party were all over me. No way I’d touch any of them with a 10’ pole, even if I was divorced (plenty of good-looking women, but all were either workmates or married to my buddies), but it was it was a super fun night. The changes in SMV that occurred since the time my wife left for FL couldn’t have been more stark. I fucked her brains out that night, and 3 times the next day. Since then, as much as she’s able, she’s constantly cooking, cleaning, and making sure things in our life are how I want them to be. She defers to me, values my opinion, takes pleasure in my happiness, and likes that I have control over all of our lives. Her hair is gone, she’s put on a little weight because of the drugs, but I know that shit is temporary and I still find her attractive. A couple of weeks ago while we were walking together, I asked her how she thought the marriage was going. She got a little bit of a tone in her voice when she said, “Well, I bet you’re happy since you’re getting sex and food all the time!” I gave her a smirk and raised my eyebrows to signal that she didn’t answer my question and I was still waiting for her response, when her face relaxed and she said, “Actually, I really am happy with things. I like making you happy.”


For anyone wondering why I haven’t done any OYS, I’ll say that I generally don’t have much of an issue with self-discipline (unless I have a coconut cream pie in front of my face). Plus I generally delete my comments, anyway; I don’t care about having a background for people to look at, take my comments at face value or don’t, I don’t care. I also wanted to wait a little while before posting to ensure that my marital gains weren’t just a temporary change that I’d lose after a few months. I did a lot of MRP stuff prior to PTSD, but I didn’t know why they were working, which meant that I didn’t have a solid plan on how to make my marriage keep getting better over the years. I’m grateful for the folks that put together the sidebar and consistently answer questions on r/askMRP, it helped me solidify a lot of thought processes that otherwise would have taken me a long time to define. I hope my experience here can help someone else out so I can pay it forward and show gratitude to others who have helped me.

Thegreatestape, Reddit 9 Comments [2/20/2018 4:49:54 AM]
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Fucking asshole.

2/20/2018 5:58:16 AM



The position of Jupiter says that you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud!

Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test!

2/20/2018 6:03:48 AM

Philbert McAdamia

she had been finding reasons to no longer enjoy being in FL,

I found plenty of reasons to no longer enjoy being in FL in about 10 minutes; bugs, heat, more bugs,
humidity, the accent, and bugs, bugs, bugs being toward the top of the list.

2/20/2018 6:52:32 AM


A cyst is just a cluster of cells. Whether it's cancerous or not is why they do biopsies.

Daddy’s house? Who does the work inside the home? Does he pay you for that?
If not, YOU pay for the house too, with your work.

Oh, you’re the husband? Then do YOU pay your wife for her work at home?
If not, SHE has paid for the house with her work, and owns it with you.

Can you BE more conceited and self-important, dolt?

Those women “all over you” would probably be quite different if they knew you're little more than a slave-holder.

You’re getting more and more horrible by the second, asshole. Your wife has got cancer, and is potentially dying, and you’re demanding that she continues working as your slave and personal sex-bot? What are YOU doing for HER?

She lied to get an easy life, I bet. Or she's so used to abuse that she doesn't know anything else.

How about showing a bit of gratitude to your WIFE, you psychopath!

2/20/2018 6:57:03 AM

Doubting Thomas

What an asshole. His wife is fighting cancer and he still expects her to cook, clean, and fuck on command, all the while gloating about how much other women want him (which I find hard to believe).

And I'm sure she lied about making him happy just so she can keep the peace while going through this difficult time, because going through a divorce while fighting cancer would be too much for anyone to handle.

2/20/2018 7:30:13 AM


Plus I generally delete my comments, anyway; I don’t care about having a background for people to look at, take my comments at face value or don’t, I don’t care

Minus, your words are archived & preserved for posteriority here on FSTDT. Also, the Wayback Machine. Your 'comments' speak volumes about the likes of you, and who else would care if you get an ultra-malignant & inoperable melanoma? And in that order.

Speaking as someone who had a benign tumour on my rectal wall - and was an absolute textbook operation to remove such: mainly via the anaesthetist who ensured I felt nothing, and is my physician today - better pray that one day you can prove me wrong.

Because I'm trying extremely hard to not be exactly like you, re. the Big C. And as a relative almost died from such: if not for massive intervention via having her breast removed, give me just one good fucking reason why I shouldn't tip over the edge, re. you.


"That's Your Horoscope For Today" by Weird Al Yankovic. Your argument is valid. b^_^d

2/20/2018 7:40:10 AM

Churchy LaFemme

Evidently your marriage vows didn't include the phrase "for better or for worse." I wonder if your wife knew you viewed her as your personal servant and sex slave before you got married.

I feel extremely sorry for your daughters, who seem to be growing up to be future doormats too.

2/20/2018 7:50:05 AM


This is depressing.

2/22/2018 9:28:28 PM


So, let me get this straight. Your wife gets cancer, and the first thing you do is tell her to "Grow up and do shit for herself." As she is starting chemo, a long and painful process of quite literally injecting poison into your body, you threaten her with divorce and being kicked out of the house if she doesn't continue to obey your every whim and fuck on command. Because apparently, feeling so shitty that you might want to die is a real turn-on for women with cancer, I hear. And then to top it all off, you brag on the internet about what an obedient doormat you've made your sick and dying wife into, and not a single word about actually giving her love or support through the hardest time of her life.

I think this just proves that there truly is no god nor justice in the universe, because clearly, the wrong person in this relationship got cancer. My mother developed breast cancer a few years ago, and although she recovered and beat it, the entire experience was such a painful time, not just for her, but for everyone in the family. There were many days when she couldn't even manage to get up out of bed, being so sick and feeble, and this asshole here still wants his wife up and about with her lingerie on 24/7? Just go die, not in a fire, but in a cancerous explosion of cell growth, as your entire body mutates and deforms into something no one would recognize as human.

2/23/2018 10:45:27 AM

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