BritishMGTOW is back from the dead after the main site got brute force hacked by blue pill simps using ZAP. After the BBC and the Daily Mail contacted me, I anticipated such attack. Well, we’re back and finally secure. So to celebrate this, let me share a story of my simp past of being a stepdad.

7 years ago I was on the verge of homelessness and I had met this woman on a dating site. In my need for comfort and an uncertain future, I pushed for a meet. Well, she turned up, she was overweight and had brought her son. I cringe just thinking about it.

Well being the chameleon she was, I believed her to be a really caring person in a time of need. Shortly, I moved in with them. I suspect she saw potential in me being her ‘work mule’ because I had on and off again freelance work as a writer. Hit money in bursts. Well, the amount of stress that little bastard of a child caused me was unbelievable. She had no idea how to handle his tantrums and I was not allowed to tell him off. If he did anything wrong he was absolved all responsibility because it looked bad on her. For an entire year and a half, the dynamic of the house was, whatever the son wants, the son gets.

This set a dangerous precedent because not only was I walking on eggshells with the mother who had bipolar breakdowns due to her son. Well, I also had to ensure the kid didn’t have a fucking fit. I was positive he was autistic. And whenever I tried to instill good traits in him, I would get a fucking lash out of, “HES NOT YOUR SON DONT TELL MY CHILD OFF!”

I had all of the responsibilities of a father without any of the benefits. I had to take him to school because she was too lazy to get out of bed. Also, she would blackmail me into picking her kid up from school and like the simp I was I openly accepted. You see in the parent’s waiting room I noticed a dynamic amongst mothers. They always tried to outcompete each other so subtly about how awesome and intelligent their child was. And so I had to endure constant, “I can’t believe she had a dig at my Patrick! She thinks she’s so better than me at raising kids. She’s dead wrong! Isn’t she wrong?”

I think the saddest moment I endured as a stepdad was when I took the kid to school one day. His own father spotted him and shouted, “PATRICK!”

The guy had tears in his eyes. So overjoyed to spot his child across the street. This was a man my ex had warned was a deadbeat father. But something didn’t feel quite right. For the kid cowered behind me as if he had been taught to by his mother. I said, “Go talk to him Patrick, it’s okay. His your father.”

The kid turned around and said, “He is evil. Mum says he hates me. I hate him.” I watched the kid utterly refuse. I tried to encourage him to speak. I shouted over to the Father, “I’m sorry mate.” The heartbreak on that man’s face kills me to this day. Of course when I got home and she found out she went into a fit.

It got to several months before I started feeling utterly depressed. I gave up on work. I started experiencing anxiety from a legit health condition called Eye Floaters. It was a scary time because I had no idea what I was experiencing. The girlfriend was not supportive and in fact, mocked me and said I was making it up.

Well when we found out that I did have eye floaters and was confirmed by the opticians, she started going out a lot more. Not like it was debilitating but she had no empathy for the situation. And I started bonding with the kid. We started playing lego. For the first time, I was enjoying it because it was a bond between me and him without her in it. But something was amiss. Something didn’t feel right about her behavior. She seemed utterly cold. Even in my blue pill simp mindset, I could sense something was off.

Well a week after this. She gets me to come home. Not without first asking me to buy her a packet of cigarettes before pointing to my suitcase. “Get out of my life. I don’t want you anymore or around my child. You are horrible and I do not want to see your face again. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

It wasn’t her house. We both had our names on the tenancy. But I was paying all of the rent. Well, she forced me out physically and locked the door. She then headed out herself, “And take your stupid dog with you!”

I had my dog in one hand and my suitcase in the other. I was always a minimalist and she didn’t pack much.

She then left with the kid. Her son screaming that he didn’t want to leave me on the doorstep. That his mother was being horrible. As I waited for my father to pick me up. 45 minutes in the rain. She walked away without zero fucks given.

She got to keep the house. The council had ruled in her favour because she had a child and I had several weeks to vacate. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise though. For the next day I woke up and I had literally no child waking me up at 6 am at the foot of the bed just staring at me.

On top of that, I had so much more money to myself. In the first week I bought myself a console which I had to sell in the past just to make ends meet living under the roof of her and the kid. Nope, now I could do whatever I wanted.

I started losing weight. Word got out about it and she started making jealous posts. Well in her nastiness she confessed that in those days I looked after her child, she was out banging some other simp. This guy was equally as fat as I used to be. But I had lost weight in the months apart from her. Gained muscle too. The difference was he had a stable job and was willing to be a better work mule.

I started temporarily seeing this 20 year old girl. Much hotter and we bumped into them in Town. What I saw was a man being dragged around like as if he was on a leash. With her child screaming and playing up. And I realised that was the life that I had led. For I had just been a slave to make her life slightly easier because she couldn’t cope with her special needs son. Hilariously, he was wearing some of the old clothes that I had left. She had already dressed him and had broken him in.

You see, the single mother is always looking for an able beta provider. For all she could care about is who will take on her offspring? And who will make her life much easier. At the time, I had the fears of being homelessness. And whilst I was in a blue pill ideology if I was in a better position perhaps I would not have moved in with her. Especially the cringing moment when she brought her son to the date.

The truth is. The stepdad is the manipulated man. For he is taking on a child without any of the benefits. In a heartbeat, she could completely sever the bond you have built up. But to think about it leaves me with a disgusted feeling that you are picking up someone’s baggage and responsibilities. And that’s not fairly placed. As someone pointed out on the MGTOW subreddit, “Being a stepdad is like playing on someone else’s saved game.” And I utterly stand by those words.