What Was The Lowest Point Of Your Blue Pill Existence?

[Anonymous 6]

Share if you want, what was the lowest point for you? Just as important what brought you to MGTOW.com?

[BeerParticipant 11832]

“I forgot to take the pill for a few days”

Luckily though…no kid…but man was that conversation a wake up call in life.

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

Lowest point?

Suicide attempt.

Solution?

MGTOW.

[SH3LLZParticipant 5569]

That’s a loaded question…

Finding out my beautiful girl sucked and f~~~ed another dude while I was with my 5 year old son….

This was years ago.. But I have pictures of my boy that day.. Sucks having that memory attached to those images.

#ICETHEMOUT!!! #MANOUT!!! #HIDEYOURWEALTH #VAGINAISWORTHLESS

[MoreSkyParticipant 4865]

For me it was after I had separated from the ex-wife and had had a brief fling with a psycho single mum which was disastrous.

At that point, by blue-pill thinking, I was utterly useless in that I had failed to “provide” for my wife; was separated from my daughter (custody hadn’t been agreed at that point); was wondering how I was going to find another wife when I had little motivation to do so; and had no concept of doing things for me and was failing to see any point in my continued existence as I had “failed” in all my blue-pill duties and responsibilities.

I contemplated suicide for several weeks.

Fortunately I found MGTOW and began to realise that blue-pill thinking was a steaming pile of foetid yak bollocks, and that there were many men in similar and much worse situations.

Shout out to May 7, C-Pig, Pistol Pete, Venom, Gambit, Ranger One, and many others whose posts and stories turned me around. And KM of course.

"...reinvent your life because you must; it is your life and its history and the present belong only to you.” It is Your Life, Charles Bukowski.

[Buller100Participant 2189]

Heading off on holiday thinking I have to be with her for two weeks, the boredom arriving home Friday… Was a slow death…

[Anonymous 6]

MoreSky wrote:

For me it was after I had separated from the ex-wife and had had a brief fling with a psycho single mum which was disastrous.

At that point, by blue-pill thinking, I was utterly useless in that I had failed to “provide” for my wife; was separated from my daughter (custody hadn’t been agreed at that point); was wondering how I was going to find another wife when I had little motivation to do so; and had no concept of doing things for me and was failing to see any point in my continued existence as I had “failed” in all my blue-pill duties and responsibilities.

I contemplated suicide for several weeks.

Fortunately I found MGTOW and began to realise that blue-pill thinking was a steaming pile of foetid yak bollocks, and that there were many men in similar and much worse situations.

Shout out to May 7, C-Pig, Pistol Pete, Venom, Gambit, Ranger One, and many others whose posts and stories turned me around. And KM of course.

The up side is that you can now help another man in the same position if and when he comes here. See how that works?

[MoreSkyParticipant 4865]

Anonymous wrote:

The up side is that you can now help another man in the same position if and when they come here. See how that works?

Absolutely agree.
I try and help as much as possible, and would encourage others to do the same.
In my opinion, this is the most important aspect of this site.

"...reinvent your life because you must; it is your life and its history and the present belong only to you.” It is Your Life, Charles Bukowski.

[Anonymous 3]

Random heartbeat while cannot sleep in the morning, and thinking of how do I get rid all of the boring suffering without hurting the girl too much (to avoid even more painful bulls~~~ drama) and having to go to ambulance station to get an electrocardiogram curve, if I’m alive or in the process of getting some kind of a heart attack. That was my wakeup call.

[It’sallbsParticipant]

I was never blue pill.

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[Branched offParticipant 10922]

It was probably the moment before the turning point.

I had been insomniac for months, barely sleeping, feeling like I was a total failure in a failing marriage, being held in place by her cold manipulative anger when actually I had done no wrong. Being made to feel like that was worse than whatever she or others later might have done in infidelity, worse even than the divorce rape I would later bring on myself. It was emotional cruelty that breaks a man with his own love and kindness. It turns your affection for a woman and wish to please her into a weapon directed at you.

Anyway one night I got a few hours more sleep than the usual “I can’t remember sleeping but I must have” and I woke up with the sudden epiphany that whatever it cost in money and hopes and promises made, I had to divorce this woman. Anything was better than this life where, while I was not suicidal, nor wished to invite death, I actually hoped I might die soon in some random accident or by disease as it seemed better for everyone. I saw that if that was how I felt, then anything had to be better. It was the turning point that came with sleep.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[RomulusParticipant 4667]

Staying in the marriage and in our house……..when I knew my wife was having an affair and would soon be filing divorce papers. I was a fool. I made excuses. Better for the kids. Maybe she’ll change her mind.

I embarrassed myself. I was so invested in a myth I avoided the truth that was plain for all.

Too this day I feel like I would have handled the post breakup time better, if I had shown a little self respect during the break-up, packed a suitcase and said later bitch. But I didn’t.

Through pain comes knowledge sometimes, and its a true statement as far as my personal experiences.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

[HermitParticipant]

That’s pretty tough as there were so many lows.

1. Having to spend time with her family who hated me.
2. Trying to reason with her, not knowing yet that it was impossible.
3. Changing over and over again trying to please her when it never worked.
4. Living under her control for fear of divorce rape.
5. ……..to many to list……………

When it finally got bad enough, when she had finally pushed me to the brink, when I had finally had enough that I just didn’t give a f~~~ what happened anymore, that was a beautiful moment in that s~~~ marriage.

I didn’t care whether I lived or died. I didn’t care if I had to live in my vehicle. I wasn’t going to put up with her s~~~ anymore. I was going to do whatever the f~~~ I wanted to do and divorce rape be damned.

I started living my life the way I wanted and it took all her power away. She didn’t know what to do or how to handle it when she realized she no longer had control over me and I didn’t give a f~~~ anymore.

She tried everything. It was pathetic watching her do all sorts of stupid s~~~ to try and regain control over me. Her final desperate attempt was to kick me out of the house. I saw that as the beginning of my freedom and I said, “Looks like it’s over so we may as well get divorced.” That was the beautiful beginning to my wonderful freedom that I now enjoy today and every day.

Man, I can’t remember being so happy as I was when I bought my new property and my new house, thinking, “It won’t be long now and I’ll be here and free from that miserable woman and her creepy family.” It was so beautiful! I’d even go out to the empty property before the house was there and just dream of how wonderful it was going to be living alone and it is literally a dream come true. That was such a glorious time in my life and the joy and peace just keep coming every single day!

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[JustAnotherGuyParticipant]

One week before Christmas, a dizzying amount of bouncing between both families: “I’m not happy. I’ve felt this way for years. I just need to be on my own right now. I think we should get divorced, but you need to keep it quiet until after the holidays so we don’t cause drama.”

Me, caught completely off-guard, feeling defeated: “Okay. I don’t know where this is coming from and our kid is barely 6 months old.”

Followed by 3 weeks of pussy-begging and trying to convince the cupcake that she still loved me, when she never really loved me in the first place. Unbeknownst to me at the time, she’d been sleeping with her Chad since Halloween. After filing papers, I spent a long time drinking, crying, and trying to find a painless way to die. Then I found the emails to her friends and decided I would p~~~ on her grave. I will outlive the c~~~.

Cupcakes are Cold. MGTOW is Absolute Zero.
“Let us wait a little; when your enemy is executing a false movement, never interrupt him” –Napoleon Bonaparte, 1805

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Falling for a hooker who used her childhood abuse as an excuse for her disordered lifestyle. Gave me a sob story of how she wanted out and I was the only pure soul in her miserable existence. Got played good, like a stuffed goose. CHA CHING!

[TPSTroyParticipant 114]

As for me, the lowest point was that I was friend zoned by my ex-best friend, not only that but she told me she has a boyfriend. That day, I felt three emotions, anger, sadness, and doubt. That’s when my first red pill rage kicks in. Now I am here, feeling way better than ever.

Don't be a pussy. Be a man.

[DeadhoodParticipant 155]

Not really a low just realization I that liked (mostly just lust) was walking in the hallway with her friend I was about to say something but I got cut when she said “I’m Talking” in a snarky bitch tone at that moment I thought I was being too clingy, but later that I realized what I suspected and what my friends said about her was true she’s a bitch, and no matter how attractive or how nice your ass is the second I get bitch behavior, I can never find you attractive anymore, as Keymaster once said; “one chance per chick per lifetime”

[ArcturisParticipant 2819]

Damn this thread is RAW.

Thanks for sharing all – A lot of lessons in these stories.

Protect Your Sovereignty. Women WILL TRY To Manipulate You. #NOCONTACT #ICETHEMOUT

[AutoliteParticipant]

Many many years ago I was a blindsided in a relations~~~ break-up that I was putting 110% of myself into. I was deliberately mislead and I did not see it coming at all.

I know that this is quite lame compared to what many other guys had went through but it was enough for me. It was my first real eye opener as to what women are actually all about. After having my eyes opened, I just couldn’t any longer ignore what I saw from then on. I still have bad dreams about it today. That’s how bad it f~~~ed me up…

(I got the ‘break-up call’ while I was away on temporary duty half way across the country. I spent the first night wide awake just laying there staring at the ceiling the whole night. I didn’t even know anyone could stare at a ceiling for eight hours straight 😀 )

[Anonymous 11]

Seeing another man’s dried jizz on her bedsheets the next afternoon after she unexpectedly had something pop up and bailed on me the evening prior. He was either an ex or some Chad co-worker never learned which. I continued to serve as loyal wallet.

Message to simpy me: One hard pimp hand for you, dumbass!

Thanks MoreSky!!! 🙂

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