Let’s begin with a simple agreement most reasonable people can get behind:

Infidelity shouldn’t be the escape pod from a bad marriage.
If your marriage is broken — clean up your mess, close the door with some dignity, and then move on.

But… and this is important… what happens when that “bad marriage” isn’t just broken — it’s a pressure chamber of abuse, berating, gaslighting, and relentless emotional exhaustion?

For some, being alone is a refuge, and for others, the departure from the relationship begins long before the ink has touched the first draft of a divorce petition. When every day is a battle to retain your sanity, moving on can’t wait for paperwork.

Enter Mark Anthony Stephens, today’s poster child for glass-house living. Mark apparently believes that the reason women — or as he likes to write it, “wemon” — flee from his life is because they’re all “cheaters.”

It couldn’t possibly be that it’s unbearable to stay… right?

This is the man who gleefully points fingers, wags them high in the air for all to see, while running around with a plank firmly lodged in his own eye. A man whose behavior — from creating chaos at children’s basketball games while laughing and filming, to openly mocking the struggles of his own son while undermining medical care — has left a trail of disruption and division.

Mark’s self-serving narrative is that he’s the victim, he’s the wronged party, he’s the poor soul left behind because of someone else’s infidelity — never mind that the women in his life may have left because being with him was psychologically, and physically intolerable.

Projection much, Mark?

He wants “wemon” to take the blame — every last one of them — because it simply can’t be that he himself is the common denominator.

And here’s the kicker: while Mark is busy throwing stones at “cheaters,” it’s clear from his documented behavior and public outbursts that he thrives on being a victim while actively crafting the very environment that drives people away.

So to the “wemon” out there: no, you’re not all cheaters.
Sometimes leaving isn’t betrayal — it’s survival.
And sometimes, “moving on” doesn’t wait for a court date when the relationship itself has long since disintegrated into gaslight and misery.

Mark, maybe take a look in the mirror — but gently.
Wouldn’t want that plank in your eye to crack the glass.

💭 But hold up, Mark… where exactly is your line on what counts as cheating?

Does it begin when you start fishing for women’s attention online with your endless selfie bait?
Does it begin when you call out women by name in your comments just to get them to notice you?
Does it begin when you like your own photos for validation because almost no one else will?
Flirt with the openly gay barista just to score a free coffee? ☕️

Or maybe —
👉 Does cheating begin when you bash your wife publicly on social media while still married?
👉 Does it begin when you physically and verbally accost her behind closed doors?

Or maybe… does it begin when you refuse to comply with discovery in your own divorce proceedings?
(You know… hiding documents and dodging accountability while simultaneously preaching about morality online?)

Where’s your line, Mark?
Where is that moral high ground you think you’re standing on?

Because from here, it looks a lot like a muddy pit of hypocrisy, projection, and desperate self-victimization.