Hard To The Front, Soft In The Back
You’re not broken, you’re just built to burn out quick. That dry spell you’re hitting in every relationship? Call it the "Coolidge Effect" if you want—call it betrayal if you’re dumb. But the truth is, your brain is coded to chase the next dopamine hit like a junkie eyeing a needle in a dumpster.
The Honeymoon Phase? It’s Just A Flash Fire
Dump the "new relationship energy" nonsense. That first month of banging your head into every surface is just your brain short-circuiting on oxytocin and dopamine—like lighting fireworks in a gas station. The buzz is real while it lasts, but the smoke clears fast. You’re not falling out of love, you’re falling out of chemical addiction to fresh meat.
Adaptation’s Your Enemy
Humans are survivalists, not commitment officers. You get used to everything—sex included. That "fucking the couch" line? It’s not lazy, it’s biology. Your brain downshifts from a 64-bit god to a dial-up modem because stability bores you. Problem is, your partners don’t downgrade. They expect the same fire you showed when you first met, but your body’s already checking the next name on the list.
You’re Not A Jerk, You’re Just A Hunter
Blame evolution, not your morality. Most mammals bounce between partners like a tennis match. You’re just one of the few wired to keep score. That dry spell isn’t a flaw—it’s a feature. You don’t "lose" desire, you run out of new bait.
Monogamy’s A Death Trap For Your Type
If you force this to work, you’re dooming two people to a slow burn-out. Pretending it’s a phase? That’s how you get resentment and shattered trust. You’re not "failing" relationships—you’re trying to fuel an SUV on bicycle gasoline.
Choose Your Battlefield Wisely
If you can’t handle non-monogamy? Fine. But don’t expect your soulmate to stick around while your libido rots. Your only play is swapping out high-octane fuel for a dumper truck. You’ll stay with a partner for the laughs, the dogs, the Netflix nights—but forget the fireworks. You’ll either fake it, or you’ll bail when the real you kicks in.
There Is No Winning, Only Survival
Long-term sex? That’s what couples who hate sex have. You? Your legacy is built on intensity, not endurance. Pick your poison: either own the non-monogamy card like a kingpin, or accept you’ll always hit exit when the music stops. No shame in either. You’re not a monster—you’re just a human with a short fuse.
Side Note: The Anonymity Scam
Let’s cut to the truth. Telling that abusive scumbag you’re sharing about him in group? That’s like waving a red flag at a bull. You think he’s going to "apologize" or "change"? You’re dumber than he is if you believe that.
Legal? Nah. Emotional? Devastating
Lawyers will twist anything for a buck. Don’t let his "sue you" theatrics distract you—the real damage is him knowing you’re still within reach. You’ve already bled for him. Why hand him a scalpel?
He’s Not Your Therapist
That group isn’t your confessional to air his sins. You don’t owe him a report card. Your privacy is your only armor. Exposing yourself like this is how people get taken out twice: once in the ring, once after they exit it.
You’re Not His Mirror
He’s a narcissist—telling him you’ll talk about him is like giving a snake a head. He’ll wrap around you again, tight as a coffin. You think he’ll take it lying down? Try telling him you’re done with his shticks. He’ll show up with new weapons. Always does.
Severance Is The Only Cure
Zero contact. Not an email, not a tweet. Cut him like a poison ivy root. If he calls, let it go to voicemail. If he texts, delete it. You don’t owe him closure. You don’t owe him the spotlight. Keep your back to him until he’s dust in the wind.
Real Man Talk
Hustlers don’t look back. Warriors don’t beg for mercy from the enemy. You want to survive? Build a wall taller than the Rockies between you and that loser. Ask a lawyer how to protect the rest of the family. But keep moving—you’ve done the hard part. Don’t hand it back to him like it was never real.