What Was The Lowest Point Of Your Blue Pill Existence?

[Anonymous 6]

I went to a big box store one night to pick-up a few items. I bought a new soap dish because a coworker who I had gone out with a couple of times MIGHT come over (I actually said that to myself). It turns out that she was stripping on the side and had a MAJOR cocaine habit. I went into the Army a few months later (not because of her, I had planned to do that). It turns out she falsely accused a guy of rape and was subsequently convicted of creating a false police report while I was on active duty. I had even spent the night with her in a hotel room at the Horseshoe Casino in Shreveport Louisiana (that was $250.00 a night in the late 90s) before I had shipped out.

Everything that had happened with her woke me up. Yes I still did a couple of things that were way in blue pill territory but I had already been changed by my dealings with that little hussy. A mutual friend even told me that she didn’t know why I didn’t get falsely accused of rape by that chick. I can still remember her standing in front of me saying that too.

[AutoliteParticipant]

MoreSky wrote:

I contemplated suicide for several weeks.

I went through a bad break-up with a girl who drove her last boyfriend to suicide. That should have been my ‘red flag’.

@Newbies: Beware of chicks who’ve had previous boyfriends off themselves…

[ChristopherParticipant 2478]

Yes a RAW thread. Thanks for sharing.

Thinking I was in love with the exGF and putting up with her for too long as she changed from charming mode to narcisistic bitch mode and she could not hide her crazyness any longer. I didnt stand up for myself fully in certain situations as she piled on the confusing narc tactics. Unreal stuff.. I am so glad I will never have that crazy nonsense in my life again… I gave her too many chances I should have dumped her sooner. I should congratulate myself more that I DID indeed dump her.

It was a hypnotized state. Hard lessons were learned. Learning is good. A new mind – a new outlook.

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[Freeman_KParticipant 3524]

Friend-zoned. Several times.

The choices we make, not the chances we take, determine our destiny

[No CountryParticipant 759]

When I was 22 living with my girlfriend at the time who was 21. When she started sex to once a week. Try being that age and thinking this is what married life is going to be like.

[AutoliteParticipant]

I think women really don’t know the effects their dishonesty and betrayal really have on men who trusted them. How could they even possibly know? They would first have to have a soul…

[HermitParticipant]

Autolite wrote:

I think women really don’t know the effects their dishonesty and betrayal really have on men who trusted them. How could they even possibly know? They would first have to have a soul…

Oh, they have souls and they’re self serving and evil, but coming to this realization has made me immune to them.

Growing up I always heard that women are a mystery and there’s no figuring them out. Once you have figured them out, you realize there’s no big mystery at all. Women are just dumb little children in adult bodies. The reason we have such a hard time figuring them out is because we expect them to act and think like adults.

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.

[SpleeferParticipant 966]

Taking the high road has always irked me about my man hood. I never took the high road until cupcake wore me down.
Don’t upset cupcake, she might ruin the week long vacation I paid for. Oh no, that weekend trip looks like cupcake isn’t feeling it. Must be something I didn’t think of again. I turned into a pussy. Puke on that dude.

Even now red pilled, I take the high road. Yes it’s smart, yes I have stayed out of cuffs, yes I still have my kids, yes I got the house, but fellow brothers I wish I could expose these lying sluts. As time goes on it ain’t worth the energy anyway.

Galatians 5:1 (KJV) Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.

[SwimcatParticipant 3598]

When wife’s friends starting hitting on me knowing my wife was dying.

[AwakenedParticipant 35204]

After Giving EVERYTHING that I Had to Give and So Much More IN EVERY WAY THAT A MAN CAN Only to be TOLD that it just Wasn’t Good Enough…. That was for Starters from the “beloved” lil Wifey.

In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

[Anonymous 12]

It was more a repetition of low points or low acts for me. I would invest a lot of myself into a relationship and try so hard to keep it going. The last one I had I finally started to realize that I was wasting my time. That women just can never be happy and they seem to have to play games and throw up s~~~ tests for men to overcome so they feel loved or worthy.

I woke up and realized I was giving far more than I was receiving and at times it was even humiliating. I also got sick of the switch and bait tactics that they seem to enjoy using.

[Space CowboyParticipant 1466]

When I was about 20, I borrowed money off my dad to take a my gf out drinking at her request. We went out and she walked about without me and was talking to loads of people “She knew”. She kept bouncing around and coming back to me who was stood alone.
I just accepted it, one of my first girlfriends.
Eventually a bouncer came over to me and said I should check the guys toilets. I went in there and the one locked toilet was there, knocked on the door and nothing. Looked over the top and she’s there getting off a guy, pulling her pants back up. I walked out the place and thank the bouncer.

I stand outside devastated but mostly disgusted and felt used. A few minutes later she gets thrown out and she’s so p~~~ed off and angry she starts screaming at me like it’s my fault. We have no money to get home in a taxi because she spent it all.
I insist on walking her home because it’s “not safe”. She runs ahead of me to another club and talks to their bouncers to let her in, they all turn to look at me as if she gave them a b.s story about her being threatened by me.

I keep my distance and wait, she comes out 10 mins later and I walk her home for about an hour. She goes from angry to trying to f~~~ing kiss me and saying she’s just so horny. We arrive at her parents house and she tried to sneak me in wanting me to stay over and f~~~. My already intense disgust for her just goes through the roof. I let her go in the house and just walk away and go back to my own parents house another 30 mins away. She tried to shout me to come back and got angry again.

The worst bit, I got back with her after all this s~~~ because I fell for the tears.

That’s probably the hardest slap of reality for my blue pill ways. I did learn something from it, but if I could go back and kick my own ass I would. Embarrassing s~~~.

"Have you ever thought about any real freedoms? Freedom from the opinions of others...even from the opinions of yourself?"

[ArcturisParticipant 2819]

For me it was probably AFTER the breakup and I came here.

Realising she’d been preparing for the breakup up for the past year or so.

All the ‘not so subtle’ hints and things I MISSED – I felt like a failure and a chump.

I still believe there was never any physical cheating…but looking back the emotional betrayal through her little dishonesty device was diabolical. Her behavior with that phone and addiction to social media should have been a red flag from day one.

I was more disappointed in myself than the loss of her. I was blinded by ‘love’ and became a man with no backbone.

I knew leaving her was for the best. It just hurt and made me feel useless as a man because of all my conditioning. I felt like I should be ‘fighting’ for her even when she gave nothing in return. Thankfully I didn’t and I left.

My heartfelt thanks to you guys for helping me through that transition.

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

[NoMoreParticipant 1233]

We are sitting with the marriage counselor. He asks each of us to tell why ‘we want to continue our marriage.’

I answered that I want to rekindle the love and affection we had, learn how to be healthy and loving parents for our kid.

She said deadpan, “I want to do it for my kid.” No affection for me. Nothing about marriage. She literally gave nothing to understand or repair our marriage.

No More

A co-worker recently told me, "If you want to see who someone really is, divorce them." I have found out how true this is. When your wife drops the façade of being the caring partner, you will witness all of the greed, hate, and spite that she has masked. It is truly breathtaking!

[Deadly RaverParticipant]

For me it wasn’t like one hard hit that knocked me down, but the collection of BS. The s~~~ tests, the friend zoning, the lies, the constant garbage, and the worst of it: Me not knowing why, but obviously feeling the horrible pain inside. Well, MGTOW cured that s~~~ up faster than an orgasm can override a headache. MGTOW Now and never going back.

Learn from the past, Control the present, and you will know the Future.

[BoarParticipant]

My lowest point came when I believed that I was at fault for not ‘succeeding’ in this f~~~ed up society. I eventually made my own yardstick for measuring success and stopped overtly supporting society with my actions.

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

[JustAnotherGuyParticipant]

Here it is. I had this saved in a draft in my outbox for years. I ended up not sending it because I always proofread and I was going on several days without sleep. Two days later she was in my home with my son and another man and she lied to me about why he was there (we both knew it and I didn’t have the b~~~~ at the time to call her on it).

I keep this because it’s personally embarrassing and I never want to be this pathetic simp again.

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I haven’t slept, but there was no anxiety. There was no fear or panic. I only felt a calm clarity building. I began to foster a feeling of understanding. I didn’t feel tired or exhausted. How could I, thinking of you?

I know you. It has taken years of my studying you to learn you, and there is so much more in store that I am still excited. There is nothing plain or boring about being in love with you.

Although you say you feel like we have grown apart and you do not feel connected to me, I know that we are as connected now as we have ever been. I know, instinctively, when you are having a bad day. I can anticipate your moods and needs. I can hear your somber in a single breath. Hearing my name escape your lips still propels me to the apex of jubilation.

I’m not sure if I just haven’t told you enough about how incredible you are. You make me a whole, complete person. When I am feeling week or insecure, you have been there to reassure and nurture me. When you were feeling miserable or alone, I would be the shoulder to lean on.

My favorite thing about you is your nurturing spirit. You are kind and empathetic. You care about people like I want to care about them. I love that you read Hemingway and Rand. The first thing we did together was just talk in my kitchen, for hours, without tiring, and then trade books. You would later tell me about the rush of excitement you felt when I brushed up against you to hug you that night.

Thinking about the birth of our child, and the time we have spent together with him, and each other, stressful as it has been, inspires me. I still live for that fleeting ecstasy of your smile. Seeing you laugh and play with our son takes me to the heights of joy I never knew before.

I’ve grown with you as a person. I was emotionally dead when we met. It was your nurturing spirit that breathed life back into me. I still have so much room to grow with you, but I know I can trust you, and I know that you will never hurt me on purpose. Being in love is difficult, and being married takes work, but it’s worth it to me every day to have you in my life. Being around you is invigorating; you make everything a thousand times a thousand better.

If I told you that I loved you a thousand times, I would still feel a hundred times a thousand from getting close to how I feel. I have awoken next to the most beautiful, magnificent person that I have ever known. I have literally seen you transform from just a friend, into my dream girl, my best friend, my lover, my wife, my partner in crime, my life partner, and the mother of my son. We have shared secrets in the dark. When I was there, you were here, and we found each other in the dark.

Even when you are feeling broken or melancholy, you have a beauty of spirit that inspires me to wax poetic. I haven’t done so because I was being stupid. I thought it was getting corny or lame. I haven’t been romantic with you, I haven’t let you feel the thrill of the chase and being in love. I was happy and content in my suburban life, with my beautiful wife and child, and I let that complacency affect my relationship with you.

I wanted to share my happy place with you. Whenever I am feeling miserable and alone, whenever I feel like I just can’t move on, this thought is what brings me back to myself, and to you.

Our son was kept from us the first night he was born. I succumbed to exhaustion and migraine and you were feeling alone in the dark, unable to see your child, and unsupported by your husband.

They kept him from us a lot. Although I could easily go and check up on him under the bili lights, you were broken and could barely move. I knew that you were hurting. When you sobbed, just once before regaining your composure, it broke my heart. It hurt me to see you hurting.

It was late at night and most of the staff was gone for the day. But I went to a nurse, and I pleaded to see my child. I cried in front of the entire nursing staff that my wife was heart-broken. You would see our son for a few minutes every few hours just to try and feed him, a torturous process where a handsy nurse would mangle and manipulate your breast to get him to latch.

Finally, after the nurse heard my case, heard how awful and alone you were feeling, and saw the emotion and heartache conveyed in my eyes for you, she made a call at night to the head of the maternity ward. It was getting close to the next feeding time and I knew you were dreading your son being taken away again.

I got to be the hero wheeling him in. You cried wonderful tears of surprise and joy seeing me bring your son to you. I had commandeered the entire ward, emasculated myself in public, pleaded and reasoned, and they let me bring an entire light setup to you.

You were so relieved and exhausted. But I had them help raise your bed and lower the table, and position your son beside you so you could be with him.

I remember I held his hands for hours. I stood until my back cramped but I never complained. I was leaned over and hunched into the most awkward position I have ever known, but I was holding my son. I had brought him to you, and I was a hero.

This is my favorite part. It was after sunrise. I think I had been holding both his hands and whispering to him for hours. You had finally relaxed enough to sleep. But when you woke up, we lowered the side panel, and we both were there, with our son, each holding a hand. Our free hands found each other, and we just marveled at the wonder of being new parents.

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

[channel-zParticipant 228]

I chased a girl for years, even though she screwing co-workers. I wrote her little notes, bought candy for her… I always thought I would be next, but it never happened. Absent full-time work, she sells pyramid scheme supplements now.

[Anonymous 0]

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

Three weeks before my wedding day, on my birthday, I caught her cheeting.
Wait for it…….. nommy nommy tasty bluepills, because I did not literally see her impaled on said c~~~ it was decided that I might have misjudged the situation and it could all still work out.

Took me a whole week to call it all off. Cuckf~~~ingtastic.

[HermitParticipant]

Anonymous wrote:

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

Three weeks before my wedding day, on my birthday, I caught her cheeting.
Wait for it…….. nommy nommy tasty bluepills, because I did not literally see her impaled on said c~~~ it was decided that I might have misjudged the situation and it could all still work out.

Took me a whole week to call it all off. Cuckf~~~ingtastic.

3 weeks before the wedding day, on your birthday….???…. Wow, those beautiful, dirty sluts. Just how low can they sink? Now that I no longer have to worry about them, they serve as a source of entertainment for me. They are interesting evil creatures.

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.

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