Living with a girlfriend, and ESPECIALLY signing a lease with a girlfriend, is one of the worst decisions any man can make. Not only are you put in a terrible financial decision, but you will constantly hear about all of the negatives of your lifestyle. As men, we live different.. We don’t see the importance in the same things that women do. Why the f~~~ would you put yourself in a situation to be nagged about things all the time? If you set your socks on the floor and don’t pick them up for 3 days, you probably aren’t bothered by it. Guess what, the second your girlfriend moves in, you’ll get to hear about that every.. f~~~in.. day..

What makes a man want to share what he has in a place that he has made his own? Call me selfish, but the way I live is absolutely none of your business and no one else will EVER have a say in that. Letting a girlfriend move in jeopardizes who YOU are as a man. Let her have her own place, decorate it the way she wants, clean as much as she wants, and bitch about the carpet as much as she wants. The point of having YOUR OWN place is to not tolerate it. If she doesn’t like it, guess what? That’s just fine.. that’s what her place is for!

Men… don’t let the rainbows and butterflies before she gets the keys fool you.. once she gets the keys things WILL change. At first, you have your own place and everything you do is perfect, adorable, funny.. Trust me, I’ve been there. Before she gets the keys, everything you say is a pearl of wisdom. Once those keys are in her hand, your socks on the floor becomes an annoyance and just isn’t as cute as it used to be. DON’T give them the upper-hand with an open invitation into your place of solitude.

This begs the question..why do men give up their freedom by letting a girlfriend move in? Are you such a pathetic man that you can’t live alone and be self sufficient? The simple fact is that today’s men are simply afraid to be alone. They have no concept of being on their own and not giving a f~~~ what anyone else thinks. I live alone, I eat lunches alone, I eat dinners alone.. I do many things alone. I get the oddest looks when I sit down at a table by myself but I think that is because we live in a society that doesn’t understand the difference between “alone” and “lonely.” Men, even if they don’t know it, need time to think and reflect without the constant emotional whiplash that women bring into the mix.

As a man, you should not rely on anyone else for security.. You should not rely on anyone else for emotional stability. Grow a pair and leave your “loneliness” for the women. Live on your own, spill beer on the floor, wipe the buffalo wing sauce anywhere you want to, and enjoy your life the way YOU want to… For all you pussies out there, enjoy that fuzzy pink seat cover on the toilet and make sure not to have friends over past your girlfriends bedtime.

It’s hell of a lot cheaper eating alone, paying for another mouth to feed isn’t ideal when she’s ordering the most expensive crap.

Nagging is the NUMBER ONE thing I refuse to tolerate. I can’t f~~~ing hear it. Not even for a second anymore. Try it now, and she is OUT. Out of the car. Out of the house. I will pull the car over, not say a word, reach across her, and push there door open from the inside now. Not exaggerating.

Once chick I lived with a thousand years ago used to prod me if we were running late: “do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..

Yeah. I know what f~~~ing time it is. It’s Keymaster time, f~~~youverymuch. Get out.
God DAMN it feels so good.

Thank you for your leaving a great pig red pill in the middle of the room.
I hope as many men trip over it as possible. Cheers!

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@Tbowden.
Been meaning to welcome you since you joined and made your intro. High five, my friend.

Nagging is the NUMBER ONE thing I refuse to tolerate. I can’t f~~~ing hear it. Not even for a second anymore. Try it now, and she is OUT. Out of the car. Out of the house. I will pull the car over, not say a word, reach across her, and push there door open from the inside now. Not exaggerating.

Once chick I lived with a thousand years ago used to prod me if we were running late: “do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..”do you know what time it is?”…..
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I wish I did that once. My girlfriend at the time was yelling at me in the car because I couldn’t read her mind and know she was hungry and her logic for not asking me was that “she isn’t that kind of girl”. The place she was at sold corn dogs for $1, but she felt it made more sense to ask her friend instead. Another time she was taking the light rail to my area and asked for a ride to her friends house from the station. I asked her what time she was getting on the train and she was like “i don’t know I will let you know when”. She then tells me when she boards the train and I ask her how long until she gets to the station in my area and I get “omg stop asking don’t you trust me?” I then ask her a little bit later if she is close and she says “i told you to stop asking me”? She ten texts me a little bit later saying she is getting close. I ask her how close and she says “i don’t know i told you when you ask me stuff like that it makes me feel like you don’t trust me”. Later I get a call saying “I am at the stationwhere are you?” I was still at home and the station is 15-20 minutes away. I told her I left the house 10 minutes ago and drove fast to get there and when I do she is like “finally, this isn’t a good area you know”

Why the f~~~ would you put yourself in a situation to be nagged about things all the time?

@tbowden1 as I read and re-read your post, I was faced with the harsh reality that I knowingly put myself in the situation to be nagged all the time. I escaped the nagging the first time when I moved back to the states, leaving my wife in Europe to wait for her greencard. It was bliss for a few months before she had her papers and moved in with me. My apartment was gloriously minimal in its decoration, there was no clutter anywhere, there was more empty space than clothes hanging in the closet.

I knew this wouldn’t suit her, but I kept it that way for a couple of reasons. First, I liked it and I thought I would enjoy it while I could. Second, I knew that any attempts I made at decorating to please her would have certainly failed, resulting in wasted time and money. So she arrived and as you can expect, hated everything.

To remedy the problem, we went to countless furniture stores and spent nearly $2,000 on furniture. After that, the apartment was perfect… for a few months. Just the other day, while flipping through a furniture catalog, she commented that the apartment was too cluttered and that we should try to sell some of our BRAND NEW FURNITURE! I am still paying off my credit card for this s~~~… it still smells like the warehouse we picked it up from… we only got it because she wanted it. Now, four months later, she wants to get rid of it.

I’m totally cool selling it though, I’ll take the money and use it to pay the debts faster and as a bonus, have a cleaner living space.

If she wasn’t SO HOT, I would certainly have divorced her by now. Every time I am close to pulling the trigger, I hesitate, thinking “most guys would kill to have such a hot wife.” I see the fallacy in that thought more clearly than ever. To quote your intro:

I no longer rely on ANYONE else to bring me a sense of purpose, drive, or happiness.

I’ll add to that not relying on ANYONE for a sense of worth. I am not made cooler because I have a hot wife. In fact, the unhappiness created by my hot wife makes me less cool.

Thank you for your post. Certainly one of the most potent red pills I have swallowed.

I feel your pain when it comes to the sexual attraction giving your brain a justification for her actions. I believe this is one of the biggest weaknesses when it comes to men, as we are very physical creatures. Just remember, one man’s “woman crush Wednesday” is another man’s “Throwback Thursday.” Just because she is hot, doesn’t mean there isn’t another guy out there who was sick of her s~~~. Hot women need to know that their looks do not allow them to act like toddlers and stomp their little feet when they don’t get their way. My position is… If you don’t like it, there’s the door. I don’t care if you are the hottest woman on the planet, I will note tolerate the manipulative ways of a woman. The fact that she is hot is clearly not making you as happy as you could be anyway. Is it worth having a 10 if all you get to do is listen to her nag?

I appreciate the kind words and wish you luck with the wife!