A tale of Cheating Whores, Psychos, and Gold Diggers

[TBL225Participant 168]

New member here. Figured I’d tell some of my stories.

I’m a pretty young guy, I’m only 27 years old, but throughout college and my early 20’s, I’ve had more than enough relations~~~s for my liking. Some of them were short term and a few were long term. As the title suggests, this will be about the cheating whore, the pyscho, and the gold digger. Sorry in advance, this is going to be a long one.

The Cheating Whore
The Cheating Whore was my first long term relationship. This started during my junior year of college. I met a girl on campus who was a few years younger than me. I was 21 years old and she had just turned 18 years old. We were together for about two years and at the time I thought it was a good relations~~~. I was still in my early years of dating so obviously I was naive and blinded by all of the typical things a woman does in a relations~~~. I should have known that this situation would have turned out the way it did, considering that this girl enlisted in the Army ROTC program on campus. As many of you probably understand, a woman in real standards can be a 5 or 6 on the hotness scale, but once she enters a field, which is largely dominated by the male population, she instantly believes she’s an 8, 9, or even a 10 with all of the c~~~ being thrown her way.

I remember when dating this girl, she would constantly tell me how all of these ARMY ROTC guys in her platoon would hit on her. On several occasions she told me how ARMY guy A would say that she should break up with me and date him or how ARMY guy B wanted to f~~~ her. When these things happened, she went out of her way to say that she rejected them, but I should have taken note of the way she brought these things up. Obviously I didn’t do what I should have done, but I did call her out on her bulls~~~ and even had a few words with one of the guys. So after being almost two years into our relations~~~, she dropped a bomb on me. She was from another state but lived on campus throughout the year. During winter break she went home to visit her family. During that break, I went to visit her and that’s when I learned something that would unknowingly set me on the path to change. During my visit we were out on a drive when she told me that she had to come clean with something. This is how the conversation went (almost sounded like the intro to a Jerry Springer skit), “You know I love you, but I went to a party with my friends and I got drunk. I think I slept with someone, but my friends say I didn’t”. I thought to myself, “How the hell can you think that, but at the same time think otherwise because your friends say you didn’t?”. Needless to say, I made the right choice and broke up with her. A few months later I learned through Facebook that she was f~~~ing other guys right after we broke up.

But I got my revenge.
Almost a year after breaking up with the Cheating Whore, I ran into her at a coffee shop. It was at this time she came up to me and started her chit chat. “Oh hey! How are you!”, she said. I proceeded to tell her how I had graduated, found a great job in my career field, and that I was doing great. Looking back on this, Tom Leykis is 100% accurate in saying that all women care about is fame, money, and power. When I told her all of this she was sucked in. We hung out a few times and I knew that she was dating a new guy. Of course, he was in the ARMY too. This is where I got my revenge. One day she invited me over to her apartment, needless to say, I did the pump and waited for the dump. She became infatuated with me all over again and even broke up with her boyfriend. At this point, I pumped it a few more times and then dumped it only to leave her with nothing. She was destroyed and the mission was accomplished.

The Psycho
The Psycho was one of those chicks I met on an online dating website. Over the years, I’ve tried these and I’ve concluded that they’re a total waste of time and money. After pumping and dumping the Cheating Whore, I had a few hookups and did my thing for a few months. I decided to see what the online dating world had to offer. That’s when I met The Psycho. The Psycho at first didn’t seem like a psycho. She was educated, came from a wealthy family, had her own money, and she could cook, clean, etc. For about 8 months our relations~~~ was without issue…that is…until we moved in together. Once we moved in together, I started to see who she really was. I had never lived with a woman before so this was a new experience for me. This chick would start throwing tantrums over anything and everything. Forget to put the toilet seat down? Argument! Didn’t clean something the “right way”? Argument! The list goes on. I slowly learned that this woman was an emotional wreck and her psychological and emotional abuse only got worse. We went on vacation to Mexico, which her rich mother paid for, and it was probably one of the worst times I’ve ever had. It was my first vacation. Up until then, I couldn’t afford to take one on my own. During the vacation all we did was argue and fight. Had I not been drunk on the beach every day, I’m sure I would have gone mad. Once we got back to the states, things continued to decline. The psycho was slowly pushing everyone out of my life. My friends, my family, coworkers, everything.

There came a time when I wanted to visit family or have them come over. She would play mind games by saying, “If you want to visit them or have them come over fine…but I’m not going or I’m not going to be here when they are”. The times I did what I wanted, I paid. I was slowly becoming depressed over this situation and I blame myself for getting into that mess. I felt trapped having been with this woman for about two years. Since this was the first person I had ever lived with, it felt more difficult to just get up and leave. One night she and I had visited her parents. I of course was drunk because that was the only way to tolerate The Psycho and her bulls~~~. It was during this time that the Psycho’s mother suggested that a family trip to Paris France would be fun. She offered to pay for the trip and asked if I wanted to go. I don’t know how someone in my situation would have said, “No”, even though I knew I couldn’t afford all of the bulls~~~ that came with that “all expenses paid” trip. I agreed to go and a few hours later, The Psycho’s mother approached me in secret.

The Psycho’s mother came up to me and asked, “So since we are going to Paris France, I was wondering if you had thought about proposing to my daughter…It’s her dream to get proposed to in front of the Eiffel Tower”. Being a drunk dumbass, I said “yes”. So there I was a couple of weeks before the trip. The Psycho’s mother planned a “trick” window shopping event where The Psycho would get an opportunity to look at wedding rings. You know what I’m talking about right? Well anyways, The Psycho picked out this one band that was over $10,000 USD. I was like, “No way in hell I can afford that”. Her mother said to me, “Don’t worry, my daughter wants her grandmother’s diamond (which was a ridiculously sized diamond valued at over $40,000 USD) and all you have to do is pay for the band…You can afford it…Take out a loan”. When I told her I actually couldn’t afford it, she purchased the band for her daughter and said I could pay her back at a later time. Wow.

The trip finally came. Again it was filled with arguments and fights. I had my cell phone stolen from the hotel room. Awesome. I finally proposed and I thought to myself, “What the f~~~ am I doing?”. When we got back to the states, The Psycho’s attitude completely changed. She didn’t wear the engagement ring, the sex stopped, she became more emotional, and there were so many issues with her, she wouldn’t talk. I then learned that she was going through my things, including my computer, so I decided to return the favor. I knew something wasn’t right. I went on her computer and luckily for me, Apple Computers sync text messages from your cell phone. I read through all of her messages and found that she and her mother were talking s~~~ about me and my entire family. She was also being very secretive and was doing things behind my back. So what did I do? I confronted her about it. She immediately screamed at me, called her mom on the phone, yelled “He read my f~~~ing text messages”, hung up the phone, and kicked me out of the house. I went back to my parents house and didn’t talk to her for a few days. I then grew a pair of b~~~~ and called everything off. She tried to suck me back in by sending gifts and what not. I guess once she realized it was over she had to make a final move. She drove to my parents house and waited outside. I knew what she was trying to do and I understood all of the false claims she could make against me to get revenge, so I didn’t go outside. Eventually, my younger brother who could pass as my twin had to leave the house. He jumped in his car and drove off really fast to get away from her. She followed in her Mercedes rich bitch car and nearly ran him off of the road. At that point, I had to file a police report. It was over. That following day, I rented a moving truck, packed my s~~~ up, and was gone for good.

The Gold Digger
After The Psycho, I took a break for a year. I needed time to get back on my feet. I also needed time to start paying off the $15,000 in credit card debit I had acquired from buying high priced furniture, dinners, clothes, gifts, etc for The Psycho. After a year I was ready to move on. This is when I got involved with The Gold Digger. The Gold Digger was a girl I had dated briefly in high school for about a month. It was one of those teenage relations~~~s that never went anywhere. Anyways, I came across her and man was she smoking hot. She also happened to be very interested in me when she learned about my career. If you haven’t guessed by my avatar, I work in law enforcement. So the Gold Digger was instantly hooked. She did however let me know how I “treated her badly” during our high school relations~~~, but she joked about it more than anything. I should have taken this as a sign that she might be out for revenge, but she had the nicest body and biggest t~~~ I had ever seen so I decided to stick with it.

At the time, The Gold Digger had finished her bachelors in marriage and family therapy down at the University of Tampa and moved back home to my state. I thought to myself, well she studied this field so how bad can she be in a relations~~~? Damn I was wrong. She was working as a waitress and applying to graduate school at the time and we started to date. I learned that she had been single for a few months after breaking things off with a long term boyfriend. She was living with him and had to move back home with her parents. Another red flag. So as a guy trying to hit one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever been with, I did what I had to do to get on her good side. She made me feel like a jerk for how I was in high school so I bent over backwards for her. I helped her move out of her parents house into an apartment. Luckily for me, I learned my lesson with The Psycho and didn’t offer to join. Once I moved her in to her apartment the issues started. It was a hot August day and her apartment was in an un-air conditioned house on the top floor. Her room was hot as hell and honestly, sweaty smashing didn’t sound good to me. I offered to buy her a window air conditioner. She said, “Noooo, you don’t have to do that! I’ll buy one myself!”. A few days went by and the heat got worse. I said, “Hey, let’s go look at air conditioners since we’re out on the road!” and she agreed. Once we found one she liked, I said, “Now all you have to do is buy it”. She immediately got angry and left the store. I found out that she was mad that I expected her to buy it when I had offered to buy one, but she told me not to. WTF?

So eventually we moved past that point. I took her on vacations, brought her out to dinner, casino, bought her things, etc. All dumb blue pill guy stuff. This is when she started p~~~ing me off and I began to wake up. One night I went to the restaurant she worked at for dinner. I went in for dinner to see her before my shift started and she sat me down next to a table of other guys. She gave me a kiss and all of that nonsense. The guys next to me obviously knew we were together. Once they left, she gathered their check and started to laugh. I said, “What’s so funny?”. She proceeded to show me the receipt where one of the douchebags put his number on it and said call me. Naturally, I got p~~~ed and asked why she felt the need to laugh about this and show me. This started a huge argument because she felt I didn’t trust her. Give me a break. A few more fights later we broke up. Then we started talking again and tried to make things work. One night she called me and told me that one of her coworkers had stabbed her husband in the back with a kitchen knife. I said, “Wow, that really sucks…she’s in some big trouble”. The Gold Digger asked, “Can’t she claim self defense?!”. Seriously guys…think about that for a second…you can probably guess what my response was. After I answered her, she called me heartless, an emotional terrorizer, and said I never did anything for her and that I was good for nothing. Really? Well that’s nice. Needless to say we broke up. I started messing around after her with this one chick and left it as a casual pump and dump.

I know that was long, thanks for reading. It was after all of the above nonsense that I decided to just stay single. Red pill is a life changer. Looking back on all of this, everything I’ve heard others say is 100% true. Hopefully someone gets something out of my stories.

Where I am Today
I’m happy to say that I’ve paid off all of my credit card debt. I paid off one student loan and I’m working on the others. I’ve got a bunch of money in my savings and 401K and it appears that by the end of 2017 I’ll have all student loans and my truck loan paid off. House here I come!

[Solo MAN’S WisdomParticipant]

Welcome, TBL225. The more the stories change, the more they stay the same. SW.

When women lead, destruction is the destination. -- Me.

[bladeParticipant]

At least now your mgtow your not going to be left with your head spinning by a wonder c~~~ .

I call them wonder c~~~s because when they have ripped your heart out threw your arsehole and taken everything you have worked for you end up thinking”wonder what the f~~~ just happend what a c~~~”. Thus a wonder c~~~ . You won’t have to expeirence that because you are mgtow while young bro .

When mine has to speak to me with non stop talking with the occasional yes or no from me i use amusement with my wonder c~~~ . I actually play the wonder woman music theme in my head while she dribbles s~~~ . Funny as.

THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .

[AttonParticipant]

S~~~ that is one hell of a read.

A MGTOW is a man who is not a woman's bitch!

[ScarberianMPTGLParticipant 3286]

Wow, man, the more I hear about these stories the more I realize how lucky I am that I wasn’t in any serious long-term relations~~~s.

I, Lelouch Vi Britannia, command you, all of you, to Go Your Own Way!!

[Anonymous 5]

Welcome and thanks for the great read TBL

Sounds like you’ve had quite a few skirmishes but escaped with only some scratches and minor bruising.

There’s been many men on here with a lot less interaction and a lot more damage to their lives.
It sounds like you know how lucky you are too, furthermore it sounds like you’ve already learnt Red Pill from your experiences and not dismissed them as as bad luck or anomalies.

[Anonymous 5]

Your story is sad but I’m so glad you made it out alive.I wish you the best luck with future endeavors . And also welcome home.

[survivorParticipant 610]

Good gosh man thank god you are alive. And welcome to the forum. You have some good lessons for us all. Never be afraid to say no and walk away.

"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, You give love a bad name, I play my part and you play your game, You give love a bad name."--Bon Jovi

[Mr. ManParticipant 2916]

Welcome. And thanks for taking the time to write up your stories — they are the most important part of this site.

[TBL225Participant 168]

These were the worst for me in terms of stories. I know they could have been a lot worse, but I think over the years I learned from each one of them, which ultimately brought me here.

[TBL225Participant 168]

Anonymous wrote:

Your story is sad but I’m so glad you made it out alive.I wish you the best luck with future endeavors . And also welcome home.

Thanks brother!

Mr. Man wrote:

Welcome. And thanks for taking the time to write up your stories — they are the most important part of this site.

Thank you. I had to share. Hopefully my stories along with the others will help someone.

[BoarParticipant]

More evidence that whimyn are the same bundle of ‘sugar and spice’ in different packaging. And The Wall takes care of the wrapper.

Untamed wrote: Quit complaining and Go Your Own Way in whatever manner suits you best.

[Anonymous 9]

The psycho is all too familiar. She’s the bitch that will call the police after provoking you to an unhealthy level of rage. She’s the one who will constantly argue over any and every little thing.

Watching a commercial with a hot chick?

She’ll argue over that.

Saying something about a couple on TV?

She’ll argue over that.

Then you’re left thinking what the f~~~ is this all about?

She’s a psycho.

Enough said. They’re only good for sex, and even then you may grow to resent her because of her s~~~ty behavior. So it’s really only one option for us who’ve gone the MGTOW route, and that’s to walk away while we still have a semblance of sanity.

Quarantine.

Either that or a life of depression, or a filed police report indicating domestic violence leaving you with a record.

I’m so glad I’ve been able to avoid the worst case scenarios.

[TBL225Participant 168]

Anonymous wrote:

The psycho is all too familiar. She’s the bitch that will call the police after provoking you to an unhealthy level of rage. She’s the one who will constantly argue over any and every little thing.

Watching a commercial with a hot chick?

She’ll argue over that.

Saying something about a couple on TV?

She’ll argue over that.

Then you’re left thinking what the f~~~ is this all about?

She’s a psycho.

Enough said. They’re only good for sex, and even then you may grow to resent her because of her s~~~ty behavior. So it’s really only one option for us who’ve gone the MGTOW route, and that’s to walk away while we still have a semblance of sanity.

Quarantine.

Either that or a life of depression, or a filed police report indicating domestic violence leaving you with a record.

I’m so glad I’ve been able to avoid the worst case scenarios.

You speak the truth. This happens so often!

[Jean RobinParticipant 0]

Thank you for sharing, Brother!
Merry Christmas to you all, btw!

My path, my choices.

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