The personal progress I have made thanks to this subreddit has been immeasurable.

So, a little backstory, since you guys are into that sort of thing (wall o' text and shitty mobile formatting incoming): A decade ago, a buddy of mine introduced me to the PUA community. Before I headed off to college, I had been studying the Mystery Method and delving into NLP. Learned effective communication methods for meeting women, dropped out of college to go full-time into sales, and met a woman I melted for.

After 8 years, 3 kids, having exiled my friends, and gaining over 100 lbs, I'm fucking miserable. I didn't know it yet, but my wife was the center of my emotional universe, and we were both suffocating.

According to Athol Kay, our once-a-month sex life was the clinical definition of a sexless marriage.

Obviously, there must be something wrong with her, right?

Back in January I started /r/keto , and have been on a downward trend in weight. Maybe getting in shape would do something for our sex life. Started going out fishing with a couple friends a few times a week (my motivation was to escape the harpy for a few hours. I had no idea how bad I was missing strong male relationships, and how much good they'd do).

And it helped the sex. A little. Still not enough.

The frustration peaked about two months ago. While lurking around deadbedrooms, being miserable along with the rest of the BP fucks on there, I followed a link to MRP.

A little lurking, a lot of sidebar reading (NMMG and MMSLP took a day, each), and I'm realizing my weaknesses and owning my bullshit.

I had been inadvertently working on my MAP without even knowing it. Now that I have a roadmap, I can clearly see the path before me.

I made an appointment this morning to speak with an academic advisor to chart out a path to finishing my Bachelors degree. All Van Wilder jokes aside, I'm enrolling in classes for the fall term, and plan to use the shit out of the student weight training facilities to amplify my weight loss and boost testosterone.

Important: -Things got worse before they got better. Like, a lot worse. Everything came to a head about a week ago. The unplugging had gotten to her. She voiced her concern that she thought I might have been having an affair (I wasn't), was worried that I had emotionally checked out of the relationship (I had), and talked about a trial separation for the summer, which didn't faze me, as I had already come to terms that our marriage may not survive this transformation.

I maintained my frame, shot her shit tests out of the sky, passed her comfort tests (I've spent a lot of trial and error telling the two apart, sometimes failing miserably, but never repeating my mistakes), and last night she both initiated AND climbed on top (she's shy and self-conscious, so that's something she hasn't done since before we had kids).

I still have a lot of room for improvement. I accept that this is a lifelong journey ahead of me, and strive to meet every challenge head-on, without fear or hesitation, because that's that men do.

TL;DR forgot what it meant to be a man, MRP showed me the door to a fulfilling, exciting life. For the first time in years, I feel VIGOR.