Future son/daughter I Love you but I’m not in love with you…not yet.

I am writing this post to the soon to be fathers who have already recognized the sad state of society and refuse to lower their standards to what is expected of them, i.e. a DadBod, sloppy clothes, too much TV and too few books. I fucking hate those guys as they make me and you (if you’ve unplugged from the majority) a part of a weak population. Dads should be strong, confident, and remain masculine. The fact that a man has reproduced should not mean shit in regards to his performance as a masculine powerhouse, but alas it does, and I hate it.

But I digress….

My assumption if you’re reading this is that you already own your shit and have fully accepted that as a Masculine Man you are in a sea of Blue Pill weaksauce fucking fucks. Keeping that in mind, you are also aware of what is going on around you. You’ve learned how to read body language; you understand your woman and all of her hypergamy, solipsism, and that ever active hamster. Armed with this knowledge you can observe over what is happening as it is happening. Sort of like your looking over everything while you’re in the moment. As you interact with your wife about the upcoming birth, you’ve noticed you don’t feel the way she does in regards to the relationship with the child.

For those about to take on the title congratulations, your wife is pregnant and you are about to become a Father. During the 9 months of cooking this little fucker, you will go through several phases. I’m not here to discuss any of those. I am not going to berate the shit out of you if you have gained ‘sympathy weight’ (pussy) – no, this post is geared towards that child and the difference between your initial feelings and that of your wife.

Your wife has DAILY contact with the baby; she is literally sharing her blood, food, water, everything with that parasite. You on the other hand can feel it move, outside the stomach and that is it.

This leads to the point of birth where the baby is out and your wife is holding it and you can see in your wife’s face that this child is her entire world; she loves it and is absolutely, fully, in love with it.

You on the other hand have just met the child and while you Love it and will protect it with your life, you are not in love with it and that’s ok.

You are a Man, you are a part of the more romantic of the sexes and it is because of this that you are unable to just give your all to something that you haven’t been able to judge, experience, or interact with.

I have argued with men on this topic time and again. What I’ve come to realize is that these guys were all BluePill Dads. They were the fat ones who gained ‘sympathy weight’ and they were the ones who became emotional just like their wives. The fact that I could say that I Loved my Son & Daughter when they were born but I was not ‘in Love’ with them, seemed to be incomprehensible and somehow wrong.

I fell in Love with them when I was up at 0300 changing their diaper, I fell in Love with them when they were crying and would only stop for me. I fell in Love with them when they slept on my shoulder. That’s when I fell in Love with my kids, when I got to know them, tend to them, and protect them.

Don’t feel as though your relationship is inadequate in the beginning. Your wife has had a 9 month head start toward the relationship with your child. When it is born and you see that immediate link you’ll feel the Love every Man feels for his offspring, but you won’t feel that ‘in Love’ connection until you’ve spent time with the baby and it’s ‘earned’ that part of your heart.
I write for free, but if you feel the need to compensate for the benefit this article may have provided to you in your life – I’d be most humbled and appreciative.



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