Greetings from a 22 year old Nigerian.
This is a post about my last relations~~~; how the bitch took advantage of my betaness propelling me on a quest to find “the answer” (the red pill) and eventually, this place.
Before I begin, let me shed a little light on my immediate society and how it affected my behaviour and growing up.
My country is strongly engineered by religious and cultural morals. Therefore, there are things that are expected of a man and of a woman.:
A woman who is not married is not supposed to have sex (even if she desires it, she can’t as she will be punished by members of the society- most especially by her fellow women)
This is one of the important factors a man should look for in a woman he wants to court and marry.
Also, In this society where I grew up and live in, men are supposed to be providers; work their ass off, provide a home, frequently give the wife “soup money”, pay the school fees of the children etc and the women are to take care of the house hold and look after the children. This gives females the sense of entitlement and males the sense of “responsibility” (in case you don’t understand what I’m talking about, feel free to ask and I’ll elaborate).
The Relations~~~:
We were class mates in secondary school. She was an average looking book worm and a virgin. I “fell in love” with her because of the way my society has raised me and how it has defined the ideal “wife material” ignoring the fact that all women, regardless of where they come from, have the bitch syndrome in them. After secondary school, I eventually “summoned the courage” to express my “feelings” to her. She said “yes” after a few months of playing hard to get. By that time I was half way into my first month as a university student. We didn’t go to the same school but whenever we had the chance, we went on “dates” that will end up with (or without) a kiss and a hug and goodbyes. Being a full blown beta and a blue pill overdose, I was cool with this. My misery in the relationship started the first time I brought up sex to her (after one year into the relations~~~). She shut me off immediately saying she will never have sex until marriage. Being a blue pill, I agreed with Her while I patronized cheap prostitutes whenever my sexual urge seemed out of control. I continued with the relations~~~, doing everything required of a good boyfriend; telling her nice & romantic things, being romantic, being “there for her” e.t.c. This continued for another long year but not without her giving s~~~ tests (most of which I failed woefully by the way), starting fights out of silly issues, throwing tantrums and basically being a bitch. I tolerated all these simply because I was “in love” (please don’t cringe). I still brought up sex once in a while but she “stood her ground” justifying it with stuff like “its ungodly”, “its immoral”. This bitch was using me, playing all the bitch cards at her disposal, taking advantage of the fact that I’m a blue pill and I didn’t even realize what was happening. She would cry to make me feel like the bad person, threaten me with a break up (because she knew I was afraid of losing her), make sure I apologized even when she’s at fault and say s~~~ she knows will “pinch” a man’s ego. I was emotionally exhausted and I gained tons of weight also. Towards the end of that year (2013), the final knock out to the relations~~~ came. I brought up sex again and her response was “…what is it with you and sex?…I’ve told you I’m not having sex until marriage” she paused, then asked “wait have you been having sex?” I said “yes” and immediately, she started crying “why? why?”. Being a guy who’s fed up with all that crap, my natural instinct kicked in and a little voice in my head said “don’t you apologize!”. She continued: “…why would you do this to me…I loved you. I was a good girlfriend…why?”. I didn’t give in to her “bitch tactics”. She called me a cheater and a wicked person. On that spot, I was looking for the right way to tell her I wanted the relationship to end. I started: “…you are a really good person…I don’t deserve you…”. Her sobbing stopped immediately and she interrupted me: “you know what? Its over….” I suddenly felt a flush of relief. (This was the moment the blue pill in me started wearing off) I told her “ok” and walked out.
The mistake I made after then was that I started calling her again to “check up on” her. The blue pill hadn’t completely worn off and I was “missing” her from time to time. I was doing all the calling (throughout 2014). The only time she called me was on my birthday. I was desperately trying to get over her and get a new girlfriend; surfing the internet for how to be a lady magnet, I stumbled upon a PUA website and similar blogs. In the course of that, I discovered a very popular Red pill blog site and that was when I knew the answer wasn’t to be a bad boy or a PUA but simply to be MGTOW.
My brother make you no follow sheeple o. Look them and Go Your Way.
Akanbi 2 years, 9 months ago.
