Ten years ago, at the age of 42, I was a drunk, morbidly obese, checked-out husband and father of five. My career was hanging by a thread. Then I experienced a wake-up call. My kids were going to watch me die and I was going to leave behind a sad, disgraceful legacy.
I crawled into an alcohol recovery meeting, grabbed a man I trusted and admired, and asked for help. I didn’t know what to do, but I became willing to follow advice and do whatever was necessary. Over the next several years I learned to live sober, prioritized my health, and lost 140 pounds.
My personal life and career improved dramatically. Yet my relationship with my wife of over 20 years did not follow suit. She enjoyed the life I provided, but actively avoided me. I was caught in a cycle of habitual chasing, appeasement, and begging. I grappled with anxiety, frustration, and anger. Occasionally this would build to a climax and I would explode on her — followed by shame, apologies, and renewed efforts to please her.
In late 2021, my wife began working at a gym. Her life began to revolve around her coworkers. Evenings away from home. Personal texts with male coworkers. Similar behavior early in our marriage had resulted in an emotional and physical affair. When I raised concerns, she deflected, got angry, and brought up the hell I had put her through. I apologized and retreated.
I tried therapy. Then marriage counseling. Nothing changed.
In the summer of 2023, I discovered The Dead Bedroom Fix. I read it twice. I realized I had made many positive changes — but one glaring mistake remained. My constant subordinating behavior was destroying any chance of respect. My wife had none for me. I had none for myself.
I began coaching with Jason. It became clear that many of my wife’s behaviors were unacceptable in a healthy relationship. I needed boundaries and consequences. This felt terrifying. I felt controlling. She reinforced those fears with emotional backlash and accusations. Still, I stayed the course.
After a few months, I felt better. Stronger. Calmer. My shame and anger faded. My wife, however, grew increasingly hostile. During a coaching session, it became clear it was time for “The Talk.” She either needed to demonstrate consistent effort — or we were done.
She chose to end the marriage.
That response crushed me — but it also confirmed what she had shown me for years. I executed a prepared plan. Mediation. Divorce finalized in one month. I moved out shortly after.
That first Christmas Eve alone in an empty townhouse was brutal. Lonely. Terrifying. Worse than early sobriety. But pain has power. In that silence, something ignited. I decided I would prove to myself — and my kids — that a man can lose everything and come back stronger.
Coaching became a lifeline. Jason once said, “Make your place into anything you want. Who gives a fuck what other people think.” I listened. That townhouse became my fortress. My sanctuary.
I learned how to parent solo. Built schedules. Meal plans. Adventures. Within months, I had the kid-thing nailed.
Financially, I was buried. Massive debt. IRS payments. Half my income gone. Jason’s motto was “FITFO.” I adopted it. I worked brutal hours. Slept wherever I had to. Meal prepped. Within six months, I was debt-free and building savings.
I didn’t just survive — I thrived. Travel. Jiu Jitsu. Adventures with my kids. Concerts. Comedy shows. A half-marathon with my adult daughter. Best shape of my life.
As I approach one year post-divorce, my life isn’t perfect. Challenges remain. But I don’t miss the secure misery I once lived in. I’ve walked through hell and discovered what I’m capable of. At 50, I feel like I’m finally becoming the man I was meant to be.
— Brotherhood member, coaching client, father of five