A Tale of Two Nursing Home Patients

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

To avoid the NAWALTs, Unicorns, pixie dust, and fairy farts in your replies let me acknowledge right away that yes, there are women who stand by their man to the end, but I am suggesting it is a much smaller number than the men who spend their final days carting their women around while ignoring their own medical problems.

In my recent past I have seen my father in-law and now my mother placed into a nursing home for dementia and severe, maladaptive delusions. The contrast between how they were treated by their spouse has been forever and indelibly etched into my soul. Perhaps it is confirmation bias, but I don’t think so. I think the horrors I have observed are extremely common and almost completely unacknowledged.

First my father in law. This is one of those perfect possible examples of a woman forcing her husband’s hand so that he will “kill the puppy.” This is an MRP term meaning to kill the relationship which women often refuse to do- instead they become intolerable harpies in an attempt to force the man to do it and take the blame for it.

The thing is, just a couple years before the shit hit the fan, she had written a long, sickening love letter to her son (about her husband). She went on and one about how she loved her husband so much and they had been through so much together and detailing her deep, passionate love in extremely inappropriate terms for a letter to your son but I digress. Nobody told the hapless husband that she loved him beyond doubt- RIGHT NOW and then when it became inconvenient to her she didn’t. Never forget to preface ANYTHING a woman says with “Right now I feel like.” As in: “Right now I feel like I love you.” Or, “right now I feel a deep passion for you.”

My Father In law was always a quirky bird with a violent temper and later in life he began to have delusions. They started with him insisting that his son was taking his tools and hiding them. His wife never tolerated it and viciously fought him about it, protecting her son at every opportunity from any and all accusations and attacking and mocking her husband continually about it. Eventually one year she ruined Christmas by destroying the tree and all the presents. The next day she attacked her husband, leaving horrible scratches and dumping water on his head. He punched her in the face and left her with a small black eye. We saw it before she called the police and it was just a little bitty thing. The next day in court at the Arraignment on Domestic Violence for her husband of 34 years, she appeared in the gallery with a gigantic black eye. I believe (in fact I am almost certain) that she repeatedly punched herself in the eye to make it much worse than it was. Total bullshit.

Long story short, she hired the Ball Stomping Women Lawyers Association and took the house and everything he had accumulated in his life. Then she threw him out. Within a year of the divorce his delusions had become worse and shortly he was placed in a mental institution, and then a nursing home paid for entirely by his remaining estate. He died last year- alone.

Did you catch that guys? Wow! She dodged a bullet there. Got out just in time dontyaknow. What a coincidence! You go girl! I know for a fact all her friends told her exactly that. You go girl. You don’t need no man.

The second story is my own mother and father. My mother is a BPD mess who made it her mission in life to make my father’s life miserable. Granted he is a typical, clueless, Bluepill sperg who had no idea how to deal with her emotions. She took every advantage and put all her energy over an entire lifetime towards the singular task of criticizing and nitpicking my father. In the past few years she has declined due to dementia and delusions. She continually demands to be taken to see her mother (who has been dead for 30 years) and her brothers (who have been dead for 20). She continually demands that my father “take her home” even when she is home. She has attacked my father repeatedly and injured him (a 78 year old man with diabetes and cancer) repeatedly. Not long ago I called the police on my own mother after I heard her hit him while he was on the phone with me. Nothing was done. Nothing was ever done. Nobody cared. He is a man.

Long story short. He is finally placing her in the best nursing home in the area although it is going to take his entire monthly income to do so. Yesterday we had dinner with them and she constantly complained, nitpicked, and criticized my father. Nothing new but I watched their interactions with more disgust than ever. He continually reassured her. Called her honey. Helped her stand. Helped her walk to the car. She continually shit on him. Every word was criticism and complaining and demanding. She demanded self-righteously and knowing that SHE was right about everything that he take her to see her mother. He didn’t argue but deflected and ignored and did everything he could to reassure her. He tried to hold her hand and she violently shook it away, sharply telling him keep your hands to yourself.

Fuck that shit up the ass!

I no longer see “Oneitis” in glowing, romantic terms. It is a horrifying disease that infects men that needs to be eliminated from the planet. It is a social control mechanism they have used to capture the body and soul of men, but despite what we are told it rarely infects women. What this means is everything we talk about on The Red Pill but it also means that in your old age, as a man, it is much more likely that you will be destroyed, and then abandoned at the precise time of your greatest need. Meanwhile as a woman- as it has been for her entire life- it is much more likely that some man will be there at the time of your greatest need to make sure everything goes just fine for you.

If this is what patriarchy looks like I am not interested any more.