Becoming Stag

One man's journey into the Stag lifestyle. Married to @ohiohotwife823. Here to tell my story, meet amazing people and help others in their lifestyle journey.

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Waiting for your part 7... any idea when you will be posting it?

Stay tuned... Had a scheduling conflict but party 7 will be out shortly.

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Becoming Stag part 6

 March first has finally arrived. I found a new place just a few doors down from my ex and the kids. My younger brother moved in with me. We lived on the lower floor of a two family home. Our landlord lived on the upstairs.  Moving just a few doors down turned into being a huge mistake, one of the many big mistakes that I have made in my life. My brother is seven years younger than I am. At the time he was about to turn 22 and I was 29. This living situation was equally unfair to each of us.

 I needed to be surrounded by love, by understanding. I was unfairly relying on my little brother to provide that for me. He was too young to take on that roll but he was all I had. My Mom lived in North Carolina and was taking my ex’s side in this matter. My Dad was basically a hermit and we had a falling out when he got remarried. Being the oldest I always had to be the strong one. I handled everything and it really took a toll on me. When I needed help emotionally the most, I had nobody there for me.

 My brother needed a stable roommate that could mentor him and teach him how to be an adult. In my current state I could not provide that for him either. Our living together only lasted a few months before like everything else in my life came crashing down around me. I’ll get more into those specifics later.

 The first weekend that I moved out, I had the kids. They were 8 and 3 respectively. This was a very tough weekend for me. I was still not working, I was dealing with the emotions of moving out after 9 and a half years of marriage. So this was truly the hardest two and a half days of my life. In hindsight I totally wish I would have handled things way better, unfortunately I don’t think I was capable of that at the time.

 My son who was three at the time was very cranky, he whined and cried all weekend wanting to go home to be with Greg. I was already down in the dumps and very lonely. I looked forward all week to seeing and being with my kids that weekend. So it really hurt and stung so very deep, that all he wanted was Greg.

 The weekend finally came to an end, by this time I was so triggered and totally unhinged. I was so angry that Greg not only took my house, he took my wife and now took my kids. Greg literally took my life and everything that I knew from me. I walked the kids home, just a few doors down. When we arrived at they’re house. My ex and Greg were inside. I walked the kids in the house and instructed them to go play in the backyard as I did not want them to witness what I was about to do.

Stay Tuned for part 7 Next Monday! Find out what  I do to my EX and Greg

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Becoming Stag parts 4 & 5

 In the time between Christmas day and March first, I lost my job at the Postal Service (which later was proved to be a false allegation) and my life was crumbling around me. On New Year’s Day I visited my father and broke the news about my impending divorce. My father didn’t seem too surprised and was sympathetic and comforting to me. We talked quite a bit that night. My father offered me beer that was in his fridge. Probably, fifteen or twenty beers, I drank every last one as we talked about life.

 After our conversation I drove home completely bombed. Looking back on that time there is no way that I should have driven home in that condition. Thankfully I made it safe and nobody was harmed. When I made it home I walked through the front door my soon to be Ex and Greg were sitting at the dining room table together. This had to be about 10 or 11 pm. Greg had a very red face and looked very sick. Greg at this point was living on my couch with my soon to be Ex sleeping on the loveseat. Seeing them together at the table made me pretty upset and decided I needed to go back out to a bar. My intention was to go to a bar within walking distance.  I asked Greg to come along. Greg resisted saying that he was too sick. I started calling him a “pussy” and a “little bitch” until he finally decided to come along.

 We checked all the bars within walking distance and they were all closed for the holiday. So we hopped into my van. Greg offered to drive but I was having none of that. The nearest open bar was just a few miles away. The bar was called the Grandstand, a sports bar which sponsored a softball team in the league that I played in. Greg and I walk into the bar and it was pretty empty. There was a guy-girl older couple in the middle of the horseshoe bar. There were two younger, bigger guys at the other end. Greg and I decided to sit at the opposite end near the door.

 Greg and I sat down and ordered beer and shots. While Greg was complaining about being sick and feeling terrible I overheard the two bigger guys being baseball players. I asked where they were from. The one said “Lakewood” which is a neighboring suburb of Cleveland. Lakewood at one point had a larger homosexual population per capita than San Francisco. Remember I was already completely drunk before we entered the bar. I started running my mouth calling them “gay” for being from Lakewood and playing baseball. Yes that was very wrong and a moment that I am not proud of but at that moment I did not care and really just wanted to die.

 One of the guys got pretty heated towards me. We were yelling at each other back and forth. At one point the older couple in the middle tried to calm everyone down. The lady yelled “ Hey Look, I will pop the hood”.  We all looked over as she lifted her top to expose her breasts. While that was a fantastic site it really did nothing to calm the tension in the room. I was still very much focused on being reckless and self destructive.  Greg decided to buy those guys a shot as an apology for me acting out.  I then walked over to the guys and apologized. In the end it didn’t help.

 The big guy that was really mad at me at one point walked over to me. I was sitting at my bar stool drinking beer. This guy got right in my face Yelling things at me. I calmly stayed seated sipping my beer while laughing at him. That is the moment where this guy threatened to shoot me. I stared at him with a smirk on my face calmly and sipped my beer like I didn’t give a shit what he thought he was going to do. His buddy came over and introduced himself as the bar manager. This gentleman then asked me to leave the establishment. I told the bar manager no, I wasn’t leaving. I’m going to finish my beer. I then added that if anyone needs to leave it’s his buddy. I continued to tell the manager that his buddy threatened to shoot me. The manager walked away and made his buddy leave the premises.

 After Greg and I finished our drinks we decided it was time to leave. Looking back on the situation it was not very smart to make his buddy leave. If that guy really wanted to shoot me he could have just waited outside for me. We walk to the car and I’m hammered. I refuse to let Greg drive. The bar was just a few miles from home and normally an easy drive. I’m so drunk that I get lost. This was the first time I ever got lost because of being drunk. I turn around in the middle of the street and hit a fire hydrant. It truly is amazing that we made it home safely. In the coming months there were several more incidents involving bars and alcohol. It is amazing what you do when you feel like all hope is lost. I should probably be dead or in jail right now but there are much better times on the horizon…

 Stay tuned for part 6….. I move out and the first weekend with my kids.

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Becoming Stag Part 3

 The Day of the party arrives. It is early September. We arrive at the bar where the party is going to be held. It is a classic Irish pub, where my family and her family have gone to for years. Its dark, quaint and all the familiar faces are there.  My best friend from high school and his wife were there. My in-laws were there and I mean all of her family.  As I scan the bar, I see Greg and his wife there. I glance over at my wife and she gets a huge smile on her face. She is a negative person and sad by nature. Not now, She has the biggest smile on her face and is as happy as can be. This truly started to make me sad, and very unhappy. The drinks were now flowing, My wife kept on disappearing upstairs to go smoke with Greg all night. This was going to be an interesting night.

 As the night wore on, I continued to be bothered by my wife’s actions. She was glued to Greg’s hip. My best friend and his wife were in the party room where I joined them.  All of a sudden I hear my ex walk down the stairs coming into the party room. I get a brilliant idea, I was going to give her a taste of her own medicine. Once my wife hit the bottom of the stairs I yelled her name to get her attention. She looks over at me and I plant a big kiss on my best friend’s wife. My wife did see this and immediately ran back upstairs bursting into tears. I immediately felt horrible, I was very selfish and made her birthday and party about myself. My actions were very inexcusable.

 The following days consisted of me apologizing over and over again. We began to have irrational discussions about divorce. At one point I even admitted that I didn’t love her.  Looking back, I did love her, I just wasn’t in love with her or even lust after her. I’m not sure I ever did. Greg was going through a divorce of his own. At the time I thought it was unrelated to mine, but I think I was being very naive. Greg and I were getting pretty close. So, like I would for any friend in need I offered him my couch to sleep on as he went through his marital problems.

 My wife and I were having ongoing discussions about divorce and what that would look like with the kids and all. She told me that I was on my last leg and that she would let me know around the first of the year of what she wanted. As we got closer to Christmas I had decided that I did not want a divorce and decided to go all out buying her gifts for Christmas. I bought her everything that she wanted and then some. I was very proud of my effort to show her that I was still All In on our marriage.  She stopped sleeping in the same room as me, She slept on the other pouch opposite Greg. I was scared, I feared being alone. I was 29 and had only been with her since I was 16.

Christmas morning I woke up with such excitement. This was my chance to save my marriage. In my mind I hit all of her gifts out of the park. Typically I get excited about the kids gifts and their reactions. Not this year. I was focused on keeping my family. As she opened each one, her face was not showing signs of excitement. She was looking more and more mad at each gift. After she opens all of her gifts, I look at her and tell her that I love her. We continue going through the day not speaking about the inevitable. Once Christmas dinner was done and the in-laws go home. I point blank asked my wife if we can move on in this marriage. She looks at me and shakes her head no. She tells me that she wants out and I had until March first to find a place. I was completely devastated, My fears of being alone were coming true. What was I going to do? Would I ever recover?

Stay Tuned for part 4. Next Monday at 9am

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                                          Becoming Stag part 2

My ex -wife worked for a financial institution and not the good kind. Her company was basically legalized loan sharking. She supposedly hated her boss, called him names and made fun of him constantly. I had the chance to meet him at a company function. I thought he was hilarious but I did see how she thought he was kind of a jerk, but so am I.

Greg, my Ex-wife’s boss and I became drinking buddies over the next couple months. Anytime throughout our nine year marriage if I made friends and hung out with them for any length of time, she would accuse me of cheating on her. There was some room for concern though. She knew I wasn’t happy and her cousin caught me on an online dating site. Her cousin immediately told her, causing a huge fight. I maintain to this day that I never met anyone or physically cheated on her, but I did love to have conversations with other women. I loved the attention and the feeling of a new relationship. I repeat: I NEVER did anything physical or even met any other lady while married to my ex-wife.

 A few months later, I was planning a big surprise 30th birthday party for my ex-wife. She really wanted this party. She thought it would be her last hurrah as turning 30 meant she was over the hill. I rented out a basement of an Irish bar for this party. Created a musical playlist and invited all of her friends and family. This night was going to be a blast. We had our own bar and a bartender for this party. I really wanted to give our marriage a chance, mostly for the kids but also because I knew nothing else. We got married right out of High School. She was my HS sweetheart.  I thought by throwing this party it would show her how much I wanted to make our marriage work.

One week before the big party, my ex knew about it and the surprise was ruined. Her boss Greg told her that he and his wife weren’t going to be able to make it. My ex-wife began sobbing uncontrollably. That was my first clue that there might be something going on there. I tried to console her, the best I could. The fact that she was so upset about Greg not being able to attend really began to eat away at me. By the time the party arrived I was really at a tipping point.

Stay tuned for part 3! The events that led to my eventual divorce.

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                                          Becoming Stag part 2

My ex -wife worked for a financial institution and not the good kind. Her company was basically legalized loan sharking. She supposedly hated her boss, called him names and made fun of him constantly. I had the chance to meet him at a company function. I thought he was hilarious but I did see how she thought he was kind of a jerk, but so am I.

Greg, my Ex-wife’s boss and I became drinking buddies over the next couple months. Anytime throughout our nine year marriage if I made friends and hung out with them for any length of time, she would accuse me of cheating on her. There was some room for concern though. She knew I wasn’t happy and her cousin caught me on an online dating site. Her cousin immediately told her, causing a huge fight. I maintain to this day that I never met anyone or physically cheated on her, but I did love to have conversations with other women. I loved the attention and the feeling of a new relationship. I repeat: I NEVER did anything physical or even met any other lady while married to my ex-wife.

 A few months later, I was planning a big surprise 30th birthday party for my ex-wife. She really wanted this party. She thought it would be her last hurrah as turning 30 meant she was over the hill. I rented out a basement of an Irish bar for this party. Created a musical playlist and invited all of her friends and family. This night was going to be a blast. We had our own bar and a bartender for this party. I really wanted to give our marriage a chance, mostly for the kids but also because I knew nothing else. We got married right out of High School. She was my HS sweetheart.  I thought by throwing this party it would show her how much I wanted to make our marriage work.

One week before the big party, my ex knew about it and the surprise was ruined. Her boss Greg told her that he and his wife weren’t going to be able to make it. My ex-wife began sobbing uncontrollably. That was my first clue that there might be something going on there. I tried to console her, the best I could. The fact that she was so upset about Greg not being able to attend really began to eat away at me. By the time the party arrived I was really at a tipping point.

 Stay tuned for part 3! The events that led to my eventual divorce.

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This Monday 6/25/2018 Will be part 2 of Becoming Stag. I set up the events that led to the eventual divorce of my first marriage.

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                                        Becoming Stag Part 1

         Thank you for checking out my first story. Everyone and every relationship is different. This is by no means a “How to Guide.”  This is my personal story, my journey into this lifestyle. This story will have a ton of ups and downs. This story is about great failure and of course a great love. This journey is not and was not easy. This journey is very rewarding though. It is a journey that ends with amazing love. At the end of the day Love conquers ALL.

     How did I get into this lifestyle? That is such an interesting question. A question that I ponder  from time to time. I grew up in a modest two parent household. I always dreamed of getting married, living in the suburbs, and having a couple of kids with a white picket fence.

               I got married for the first time at the age of 20 to my high school sweetheart.  A year later, our first daughter was born.  During this time it became apparent that my dreams of marriage and family were just that….Dreams.  My ex-wife and I were not a good match personality-wise.  As much as she made me unhappy; I made her just as unhappy.

               My parents got divorced after 27 years of marriage. That’s when I truly realized that my idea of a fairytale marriage and life was a farce.  Right around that time, my first wife and I had our second child, a boy. Shortly after things got worse in our marriage.

               Trouble started brewing.  I was not a nice person at all.  She was and is the type that yells, screams, nags, and lies.  A real, misery loves company type of person. I on the other hand despise drama and being in that type of relationship wore on me.

               As a response to her I was mean.  If she put on lingerie for me, I’d laugh at her.  She never lost the baby weight and I pushed that button every chance I got.  I would tell her that I didn’t love her just to hurt her like she hurt me daily with her yelling and screaming and mental abuse.  

Stay Tuned For part 2 as my first marriage crumbles.

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Happy MAB Monday! I’m ready for summer festivities.. Thanks for hosting!

Be sure to stop over to @becomingstag Today to check out part 1 of my story about becoming a stag.

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