A Return From The Wilderness

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y realised that I had become a hostage to my past experiences. In fact, I became extremely mysoginistic repeating the mantra, “ Women ? They’re all the bloody same.”</p><p id="b015">Added to this was the fact that my second ex-wife not only financially totally ruined me, forever, she spent the best part of fifteen years trying to personally destroy me with a campaign of legal prosecution and personal persecution. It was clear she was not going to let up until I was dead. How on earth could I possibly consider getting involved with another innocent woman with all of that going on?</p><p id="9503">The woman cost me three excellent businesses, two houses and two cars, with her toxic, narcissistic behaviour and all manner of false accusations. There were something like thirty legal trials during that period, and I was found completely innocent in every single one of them. However, the damage sustained was truly, appallingly, insurmountable. In fact, I spent fifteen years hidden in the hills, all on my own.</p><p id="76ee">Then she carried out final malicious act which in one way destroyed me and yet also had the effect of freeing me. She disappeared out of the country and kidnapped our young thirteen year old son. I was absolutely distraught. For what it’s worth, I have never seen nor heard from my son for ten years now. It is a sadness I have had to learn to live with.</p><p id="f959">In time, I finally began to realise that this vanishing act now freed me up in so many ways,

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including the possibility of meeting somebody else. I never went looking to meet another woman, I was quite emotionally, as well as domestically, independent. Then out of the blue, by pure chance, I met a lovely woman who bowled me over with her way to be. She was attentive, kind, caring, affectionate and came with no previous history of her own. She was a single woman with no ex nor children. In other words, she came into my life without any baggage. That was nine years ago and we are still deliriously happy together. It is for this I have changed my mantra to “Women? They are not all the same.”</p><p id="dcaf">I hope this goes some way towards explaining what my reason for writing that previous article was, as well as clarifying the transformation I underwent from being a hostage to negative past experience to becoming a free happily married man.</p><div id="bf5c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/why-men-are-running-away-from-women-and-heading-for-the-hills-efb0a805d791"> <div> <div> <h2>Why Men Are Running Away From Women And Heading For The Hills</h2> <div><h3>And Never Looking Back</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*th4yUaNJXEK8lz85)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

It feels good to be alive again

Five days ago I published a piece about men running away from women. One female reader responded by attacking me with a comment along the lines of why did I marry a third time and accused me of writing clickbait. Well, in case anybody did not deduce where I was coming from, at the start of the piece I referred to a piece by a fellow female writer offering a female perspective of women turning away from men, and in the interests of balance I simply offered a male perspective.

Why did I marry a third time? It’s a long answer, so please bear with me. The answer is that due to being treated appallingly by both of my ex-wives I simply gave up on women. After my second divorce, I spent fifteen years on my own, licking my wounds. However, I eventually realised that I had become a hostage to my past experiences. In fact, I became extremely mysoginistic repeating the mantra, “ Women ? They’re all the bloody same.”

Added to this was the fact that my second ex-wife not only financially totally ruined me, forever, she spent the best part of fifteen years trying to personally destroy me with a campaign of legal prosecution and personal persecution. It was clear she was not going to let up until I was dead. How on earth could I possibly consider getting involved with another innocent woman with all of that going on?

The woman cost me three excellent businesses, two houses and two cars, with her toxic, narcissistic behaviour and all manner of false accusations. There were something like thirty legal trials during that period, and I was found completely innocent in every single one of them. However, the damage sustained was truly, appallingly, insurmountable. In fact, I spent fifteen years hidden in the hills, all on my own.

Then she carried out final malicious act which in one way destroyed me and yet also had the effect of freeing me. She disappeared out of the country and kidnapped our young thirteen year old son. I was absolutely distraught. For what it’s worth, I have never seen nor heard from my son for ten years now. It is a sadness I have had to learn to live with.

In time, I finally began to realise that this vanishing act now freed me up in so many ways, including the possibility of meeting somebody else. I never went looking to meet another woman, I was quite emotionally, as well as domestically, independent. Then out of the blue, by pure chance, I met a lovely woman who bowled me over with her way to be. She was attentive, kind, caring, affectionate and came with no previous history of her own. She was a single woman with no ex nor children. In other words, she came into my life without any baggage. That was nine years ago and we are still deliriously happy together. It is for this I have changed my mantra to “Women? They are not all the same.”

I hope this goes some way towards explaining what my reason for writing that previous article was, as well as clarifying the transformation I underwent from being a hostage to negative past experience to becoming a free happily married man.