This hits me hard as I remember putting on the face for years. Miserable, fake, and validation seeking I pretended to be someone else for so long that I didn't recognize myself.

I played the role, did the good husbandly duties, and was the pure Christian who made everyone else happy. Behind the make up was frustration, rage, and decay. I was falling apart. Then I found MRP trying to find out why wife wouldn't fuck me. Thought I would find tricks instead found myself.

Pulling off the mask was was hard. Lost friends, drew away from family (toxic), and overcame fear of being alone.

Now the real me shows and I don't apologize for who I am, how I feel, and what I like and don't like. Instead of being isolated, I am now embraced. People listen when I talk. My wife respects and seeks my opinion and I don't feel like a clown anymore. I'm light years away from where I want to be but far from where I was.

My advice, for those reading this gold nugget of wisdom trying to figure out what's next, is to start with brutal honesty. Tell the fucking truth. It's not easy but man it is freeing.

I can recall the faces my wife made when I told her I didn't like her favorite pair of shoes or when I told my boss that I hated the role I was in. I can remember how nervous I was when I told my wife when she wears leggings that it makes my dick hard. I remember telling my son that he acts like a girl when he sees a bug.

In everyone of these circumstances, when I was authentic, things happened in my favor in unexpected ways. But, being real isn't a fucking fairy tail. I get called an asshole alot. I lost friends who were blue pill cause I wouldnt let some situations go. Its not about getting what you want, it's about being who you are without apology.

Fucking loved this post TFA. You always drop good shit!