Why I Had To Kill The Nice Guy
I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I’ve written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part~ Shirley Maclaine
I didn’t want to write this story I had to.
Not only for myself but for all the men out there suffering from the cultural shift that has occurred over the last few decades.
For all of the men who have ever been dumped, cheated on, or lied to by their partners.
This is a story about why I had to kill the nice guy.
I have a confession to make. I am a recovering nice guy.
Much like an addict admits they are powerless over their addictions, I am acknowledging that when it comes to women, I am helpless.
It wasn’t until my unexpected divorce and working with Traver Boehm that I realized my world view on what it takes to be a man was completely fucked up.
I always felt I was that guy who had his life together.
I was in great shape, had an amazing career, a beautiful wife, a house, a healthy daughter, and a dog.
If you had ever asked me how my marriage was going, I would have replied, “happy wife, happy life,” or “ I’m…
