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Sirs,
It is great to be here. I have never felt so naturally happy in all my life. And it feels great. Really f~~~ing great 🙂
I have so many stories to tell, but I’ll save those for another day. Here is my introduction, from which I have omitted several details for the sake of brevity. I’m more than happy to expand and will do as time and opportunity permits. May my story help those going (or looking to go) their own way.
From my late teens/early 20’s, I always felt something was ‘off’. However I could never put my finger on it. Throughout my years, I’ve garnered (what now feels like) significant wisdom off those older and more experienced than me and one conclusion I often drew from this wisdom is that women always complicate things. Always. They are simply best avoided.
Towards the end of 2014, I was pretty fed up with things. I quit my job, sold my house, sold my car and travelled to the other side of the world (Europe) with the spirit of adventure in my heart. I was looking for something (anything) and I was sure as hell that I was going to find it.
I began work on a farm in Europe. It was an awesome project and precisely ticked all of my boxes. After around 3 months on the farm, I met a lovely girl.
“Great!” I thought.
“Just what I was looking for!”I did all those things that one would normally do. Met the parents, met the family, went to all the social occasions like a good little beta. Did I know the language? Nope. It didn’t matter to me though…
…or rather, it did. And I often sat there just day dreaming instead. It’s amazing how lonely you can feel sat at a table full of people. What made me laugh (and still makes me laugh), is that I speak two languages. They also spoke these two languages, but insisted on speaking ‘their’ third language!?
I left the farm after being their 9 months in total. I was sad to go. However, I was moving in with her though, it was important! I had found ‘The One’ and disregarded all of my goals in order to accommodate the fact.
I remember it so clearly. At around 2-3 months of living with her, she went out to some social occasion which I could quite frankly not be bothered with. Ironically, she owned a copy of The Matrix (I know, right). It wasn’t in my native language, but this didn’t matter. I had seen it before and it would make enough sense. After watching, I couldn’t quite remember which pill did what. So I googled it and of course, got my answer. Approximately 3 links down on the search page was the sub-Reddit for The Red Pill.
Curious, I clicked. Holy Mother of God. You can imagine what followed.
Approximately 4 months later, I was out. I’d had enough. More than enough!! I finally ended the relationship last Thursday and I have honestly never felt happier.
On the whole, I regard it as an extremely positive experience. I’m not even mad.
IT’S TIME TO NAIL SOME OF THESE GOALS!
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Welcome home brother!
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Thanks Jan! It’s great to be here! 🙂
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Thanks Redpillbible 🙂
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Hory f~~~, what a story! Welcome, brother. I’ll look forward to more of your posts!
Welcome brother,looks like you got out at the right time
Lifes a bitch,but you don't have to marry one!
That’s very bold of you to sell it all, and start a new life in a completely different place.
Welcome to our campsite !
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Yes we’ve all felt something was off.
Don’t trust any of them. All they want you for is your utility.
Letting go of women is like taking a giant weight off your shoulders.
Now you’re free to go conquer the world and explore.
Chase your dreams not the meathole!
Not my property... Not my problem
Bravo TS,
It is uplifting to read about your courage, intelligence, and life choices. The world needs more men like you.
It is great to read how you followed the warnings and got out of that honey trap.
Can you provide more details about how you got away unscathed?
After reading Red Pill stuff on the internet, what kind of behavior did you observe that came up into your awareness?
Alas, I dismissed my warnings. My foolishness is posted as topics and replies in the threads in the Forums on MGTOW.
There are many MGTOWs who did not heed the warnings or even see them. Too many of us were Blue Pill slaves.
From what happened to me and other MGTOWs, you definitely dodged a bullet.
Here are some favorite quotes of wisdom posted by other MGTOWs that will help you to minimize any regrets:
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“If it flies, floats, or f~~~s, rent it. Don’t buy it.”If you avoid the one that f~~~s, you will have money to buy whatever flies and floats.
As a teenager, I worked on a couple small family farms in the UK for a few summers. And then a year in a fishing village.
The accents were so thick, it was like everyone was speaking another language.
But, it was a healthy life and now I look back thinking about how good it was.
What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?
Welcome, man. Life gets easier and goals more attainable without a woman to complicate s~~~. Welcome aboard.
Feminism is a movement where opinions are presented as facts and emotions are presented as evidence.
Thanks heaps, guys. I genuinely appreciate all of your kind words and the humble welcome.
In response to the two questions from The Manipulated Man:
Can you provide more details about how you got away unscathed?
To provide a little more clarity to this answer as well as my original post; I was born in England, emigrated to New Zealand at 24 and left for my adventure in Europe when I was 32. I am now back in New Zealand at 33 years old.Before I sold it all and went on my adventure in Europe, I made sure that I had something to go back to – just in case the s~~~ hit the fan. I’m a naturally cautious kind of guy who is often regarded as a ‘negative person’. However, I do believe there is a certain art to negative thinking. As such, I left on good terms with work, maintained my professional network and kept almost all of my savings in my (what would then be foreign) bank accounts. Once I was happy with that, I was free to do whatever I wanted and I actually didn’t even anticipate on returning to New Zealand.
I’ve had various ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ influences/experiences over the years and I will describe some of those influences when answering the second question. What put all the pieces together for me was when I discovered The Red Pill sub-Reddit as mentioned above. It was a Eureka moment and all of the influences/experiences I’d had up to that point began to make perfect sense. I re-call discovering The Red Pill in about November 2015. MGTOW in about January 2016. I began my ‘exit plan’ in about February/March 2016.
Everything was kept to me. I told absolutely no-one of my exit plan. I arranged Skype interviews for jobs back in New Zealand and these I conducted in secret. I liquidated the assets I had in Europe and made my travel arrangements all in secret. I even ‘de-registered’ from the country I was living in at the time and quit my part-time job without anybody knowing a thing.
I then simply waited for my moment, made my excuses and left.
Some notable things that made everything easier:
– I refused to pay rent, bills or be on the rental lease.
– I was always ‘broke’ and ‘never had any money’.
– I never made mention of my foreign savings.
– I regularly needed ‘my own time’ (this was paramount during the exit plan).
– If you’re going to lie KEEP IT SIMPLE. Do not provide unnecessary details to a lie.It seems crazy now when I write it down and read it back to myself – it’s as if I knew all along! haha
What kind of behavior did you observe that came up into your awareness?
As mentioned above, I have received so many different ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ influences/experiences over the duration of my life to date. To list them all now would be rather exhaustive, yet I hope to go into further detail when the time comes.Here is a brief run-down:
– I have been cheated on twice, by two separate women. One when I was 19, one when I was 22.
– At 23 years of age (fresh out of a destructive relationship), I met a very influential friend. He was 20 years my senior and he really opened my eyes. Whilst his teachings were enough to give me an edge, I was still very much a blue pill. We are still friends to this day and keep in touch with each other.
– My father remarried when I was 5 years old. He has just recently remarried again. He is now into his third marriage.
– Terrible (abusive) step-mother from age 5 until I moved out at age 21. She eventually divorced my father when I was 24 years old.
– I had little success with women between the ages of 26 and 29. Which was actually a good thing, looking back on it.
– Ultra-blue pill father and step-brother (although I’m only really seeing it now).I guess all of this might seem pretty harsh to inflict on a person, but really I see everything that’s happened in my life up to this point as a positive experience. I could not be happier 🙂
P.S. That’s a great photograph, by the way 😉
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
On review of my response, I believe I have interpreted the second question differently to how it was asked.
Here is a brief run-down on some of the items I can recall from discovering The Red Pill in November 2015 to my departure in March 2016. Note that there were a lot of red flags throughout the relationship which made me uncomfortable, however I did not make the connection between my historic influences/experiences and the events in this relationship until discovering The Red Pill – the Eureka moment.
– She was insistent upon marriage. If not now, then certainly in the future.
– She does want children, despite her saying “maybe”.
– She was insistent on joint finances “at least for the bills and rent”.
– Whenever we went out at night to pubs and clubs, I was forgotten about and ignored whilst she went off and socialised (flirted) with other guys. I would often just walk off and do my own thing.
– If she wasn’t put on a pedestal then she would act expectant.
– My own ventures, trips or occasions were met with subtle contempt.
– She constantly reinforced the requirement for me to “get a proper job”, i.e. obtain additional resources.
– I often would do little ‘nice’ things for her – rarely if ever did she do anything for me.
– Continually claimed to be a ‘Unicorn’ which I found quite humorous. I never mentioned that there aren’t any 😛"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Can you provide more details about how you got away unscathed?
I’ll chime in here. Most of us didn’t. I will be paying for the rest of my life. One of us has to die for me to escape this. It can get bad..really really f~~~ing bad. All my children hate my wife, but that doesn’t change anything.
If you rescue a damsel in distress, all you will get is a distressed damsel.
Can you provide more details about how you got away unscathed?
I’ll chime in here. Most of us didn’t. I will be paying for the rest of my life. One of us has to die for me to escape this. It can get bad..really really f~~~ing bad. All my children hate my wife, but that doesn’t change anything.
I certainly feel lucky in regards to what I have read on here and what I have witnessed personally.
Keep up the good fight, FrostByte.
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Welcome!
A man after my own heart. Love the post. I really like your writing style.
Thanks, StandUpGuy!
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Welcome Brother.
Excellent writing, a pleasure to read.
Now that you know, for a fact, that the Red Pill mentality can save your sanity and freedom, can you even remember (with clarity) just what the hell you were thinking when you “found the one”?
I know I can’t. It’s like my 15 year marriage happened to someone else, someone who turned off a fair portion of his brain.
This is key. If your not careful, you could “accidentally” swallow blue pills and not even know it. I mean, “fall in love”. The right girl, the right moment, next thing your brain could register is a judge explaining the terms of alimony…..
Stay here Brother. Read all the stories from each of the forums, it will help give a much clearer picture to what MGTOW really means.
Good luck and keep posting.
Shit tested, Brother approved.
Thanks RegularJough!
MGTOW is my home. The Red Pill may have brought me here, but MGTOW is my home.
Now that you know, for a fact, that the Red Pill mentality can save your sanity and freedom, can you even remember (with clarity) just what the hell you were thinking when you “found the one”?
I guess the easiest way to answer this question is that I was quite simply not thinking AT ALL!!
haha, I thought I was doing ‘the right thing’ and I thought it was what I had been looking for/wanted. This soon turned into what she wanted…
Things are largely still fresh in my mind as the relationship only ended last week and lasted a year and a half in total. I hope to recount as much as I can accurately remember from that time and I am happy to tell all. I hope it helps the community.
A recount of events from the inception of my Exit Plan to my actual Exit. Warning, this is a LONG post.
So I had been living with her for about 4 months by this point. All is just great. I’m learning the ‘third’ language and largely communicating in my second language. This is fine and works for me well enough. I had also by this time discovered The Red Pill and I was in the midst of things ‘making sense’. I had had my Eureka moment, but needed time for my brain to get in order.
Around this time, I am thoroughly enjoying my part-time job and I am earning enough to cover my costs, plus save a little on the side. The pressure was there for me to get a ‘proper job’, i.e. full-time work within my professional field, however I was largely reluctant at this – I didn’t feel ready and it wasn’t something I was too focused on doing at the time. Of course this didn’t matter to her. The pressure continued. I ultimately saw the benefit to myself of earning about 8x as much per month and started making serious applications.
After only a short time, perhaps 1 to 2 weeks, I scored a first interview with a great company. However I didn’t get any further than that point. “No matter”, I thought. “It’s still early days.”
After some time, perhaps 4 to 6 weeks, I received another initial interview. It was a great opportunity so I put in all the effort. I brushed up on my second language and did my research – I was well prepared and even bought a new shirt for the occasion! The interview, whilst initially conducted in my second language, was then completed in English. This was fortunate as it paved the way for a successful interview and I then got asked back for a second interview.
The second interview took place in a different city to the first and was conducted with a different manager. “No problem”, I thought. “I’ve got this.” This second interview went really well to begin with, then it came down to crunch-time – a decision on my employment had to be made.
What happened next was really the catalyst for the Exit Plan and my departure.
The interviewing manager switched to English in order to explain his point.Manager: “The Saved, your second language ability is great. I have no problem with that at all. The problem we will have is that your ‘third’ language is not good enough.”
Me: “Okay..?”
Manager: “Let me explain it another way. You will end up going to site. There you will meet the main contractor in order to discuss some issue or other. He will be wearing a baseball cap, have a huge belly and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and he WILL REFUSE TO SPEAK your second language. It is that simple.”
That was an absolutely pivotal moment. A light bulb went off.
I concluded the interview by thanking him for being so honest and that the interview actually helped me A LOT.
I walked back to the train station in order to return home. I was largely in a daze, mulling over what we had discussed at the end of the interview. And then it hit me. I was stood on the train station platform and said to myself aloud;
“This is bollocks.”
That afternoon I went home and started writing applications and contacting my professional network back in New Zealand. It’s also at this point that I really hunkered down…a sort of ‘Monk-Mode’ if you will and I still had to deflect her s~~~. I read as much Red Pill Theory as I could, primarily how to deflect s~~~-tests and maintain frame. Everything I was doing from this point on would need to be absolute Black-Ops.
I received several opportunities within a week or so. The time difference of almost +12 hours could have been an issue, but actually worked in my favour. I conducted phone call interviews outside at night, claiming that “I couldn’t sleep” and that “a walk just before bedtime would do me good, I think”.
I chased three of them and settled on one. I conducted a formal Skype interview for that one opportunity on one evening at a friend’s house. For the one opportunity I chased, it took 6 days from application to offer of contract. I’d done it. I was out.
But I still needed time. Time to resign from my part-time job, settle all of my administration (resident permits, etc) and make my departure travel arrangements.
As she worked full-time anyway, these things were relatively easy to sort. I would intercept the post every morning and conducted as much as I could on-line and over the telephone. I always covered my tracks and used private browsing.
I suppose I still had a little bit of doubt which was bugging me and I still didn’t know how to call it all off. Could I just leave whilst she was at work?? I decided I needed a ‘distraction’, similar to what a woman would do.
Enter – the MIL. Perfect. She was a total psycho. She drank when she should be taking her pills…and just, well, didn’t bother taking her pills anyway. Psycho crazy.
The MIL and I had never got on. I guess we persevered through it and kept things civil enough for everyone else. As far as she was concerned, I wasn’t good enough for her little girl.
As it happened, a leaving party had been arranged for a family friend, who, funnily enough, were emigrating to the same region as I was escaping to! 😀
I went to the party with the GF simply out of morbid fascination. The irony was burning brightly. Whilst there, I did my usual day-dreaming thing. No one was particularly interested in talking with the ‘foreigner’ and I largely kept to myself. The GF walked off and began making further progress on elevating her social standing within the group.
My behaviour agitated the MIL. I could feel the opportunity presenting itself. She started to complain to me that I wasn’t talking to anyone, “what’s wrong with you?” she said.
She even went to the great length of showing me “how friendly we are as a people and how open we are socially. All you need to do is walk up to a group of people and start a conversation.” Nothing could be further from the truth!!
Furthermore, sure, it’s easy when you speak the language and you’re part of that social group!Later on in the evening, I went outside to grab another beer. The MIL was there. She started at me again, complaining about my behaviour and timid nature. She eventually had me up against the wall, a hand on each shoulder and was right up in my face, pushing me firmly back and forth on the wall, asking me, demanding me to tell her what is wrong.
I wanted so desperately to push her away or hit her. But I didn’t. I just kept my head bowed until the MIL relented, left me alone and went inside. I asked the GF to come outside. I told her briefly what happened and said, “I can’t do this”. I then left the venue and headed back to the apartment.
I kept quiet about having the keys for the car in my pocket. As I had been drinking, I walked about 2 miles back to the bus stop, just in time to catch the last bus for the evening. I then caught a train back to the city and went back to the apartment. Knowing that I had the car keys and she had no way of getting back easily, coupled with the fact that I had to come and get her in addition to the car in the morning, I was presented with the perfect opportunity to pack-up all my s~~~ uninterrupted.
The following day, having spent the morning packing my bags, I picked her up from her parents and on the way back told her I was done, placing all of the blame on the incident with her MIL.
Once we got back to the apartment, I simply left with my pre-packed bags. Done.
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Just to be clear when I state MIL in the previous text, I’m referring to my MIL, thus her mother.
I guess it’s kind of obvious, but I just wanted to be clear 🙂
"A man's feelings are inconvenient to a woman's needs".
Keep up the good fight, FrostByte.
Thank You Saved
If you rescue a damsel in distress, all you will get is a distressed damsel.
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