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Anonymous6When was it that you hit the very worst of your blue pill existence? What were the circumstances? Did you wake up and ask: “WTF am I really doing here?”
For me I was standing in a checkout line purchasing a soap dish for my apartment because a chick I liked MIGHT come over to my place. It was pitiful, I was pitiful. A few more years past after that of me chasing the cat, but I was more aware of how crappy and rigged everything was. The chick that I referenced helped me to see that. There’s more to that story but that was the moment that I realized how much of a bitch tool that I was.
What about you? Was it a moment in time or was it a process for you?
I dated a girl who told me on her first date she would be leaving for Europe in 6 months. I got attached to her and told her, blue pill simp that I was, that I would like to see her after Europe but if she wasn’t serious about the relations~~~ we should break it off. She told me over and over she saw me “as the father of her future children” and she would be looking for an LTR after Europe.
She went to Europe and never contacted me again.
She only wanted a bf to pay for things so she could save money for her trip.
It wasn’t the worst break up but it was the last straw for me.
Anonymous43Flipped out in a PTSD attack, trying to cut my way out of a tent surrounded by Mexican meat factory workers with knives in an RV park after being made homeless by child support readjustment.
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Sitting under a maple tree in my backyard with a gas can under my arm, bbq lighter in hand ready to self immolate when my wife announced the impending divorce, everything was my fault, and I was not worth being.
I’m not sure I would refer to it as blue pill bottom, but the bottom for me was when I got arrested outside of my house and put in the back of the cruiser.
I was in shock to say the least. I had done nothing wrong. Cupcake was just scared and worried about my well-being.
Never again.
Anonymous1330 years of loyalty and a faithful partner and hard working family guy who was looking after his family until time ends.
She made the one phone call.
A LIE.
Back of a cruiser.
JAIL.
CRIMINAL COURT CASE.
DENIED SEEING MY CHILD FOR SIX F~~~ING MONTHS.
LOST MY HOME.
Everything I worked for destroyed and ALL savings and policies destroyed fighting her bulls~~~ LIES.
My pensioned ruined.
Working UNTIL I F~~~ING DIE.
No life or ease to look forward to.
Listen one more time,
WORKING UNTIL I F~~~ING DIE.
And I’m lucky, many have it MUCH worse.
Still want to marry?
THEN DIE.
Anonymous12When I realized I was fighting to keep my last girlfriend even though she was so obviously bad for me. It took a while and I had to fight against Blue Pill to see the truth. All because I didn’t want to be alone.
Actually a fair bit of it was also because I started seeing it as a game and I didn’t want to lose. Losing her was the winning move but again Blue Pill.
Anonymous6I’m not sure I would refer to it as blue pill bottom, but the bottom for me was when I got arrested outside of my house and put in the back of the cruiser.
I was in shock to say the least. I had done nothing wrong. Cupcake was just scared and worried about my well-being.
Never again.
That’s the 2 x 4 to the head, you got there because of the blue pill, so yeah.
That’s the 2 x 4 to the head
It felt more like a 4 x 4.
you got there because of the blue pill
I hate to admit it, but yeah. You’re right.
Anonymous6That’s the 2 x 4 to the head
More like a 4 x 4.
you got there because of the blue pill
I hate to admit it, but yeah. You’re right.
No shame my brother, no shame. Your experience may just be the key that saves someone else form doing something stupid. Think of it in these terms should help to put things in perspective for you.
No shame my brother, no shame. Your experience may just be the key that saves someone else form doing something stupid. Think of it in these terms should help to put things in perspective for you.
Thanks. That helps a lot, bro.
Twice I was accused of impregnating a woman when it was not possible. One time was because the chick had slept with a black guy, but wanted someone more “stable” to marry to take care of her and the kid. The second time was someone who just wanted everyone to oh and ah over her. Both times I never once had sex with either one of these people. I didn’t even consider us friends. I’ve had my ups and downs with women before, but how I was treated when I denied even f~~~ing these two women was enough for me to just walk away. Apparently I was the nice guy because I was smart enough not to f~~~ them. Thus it was okay to tell everyone I was the father.
The first time I was still in the Military and treated like utter s~~~ because of it. Even after it was found out it was another soldier my entire chain of command wondered why I didn’t reenlist. Those f~~~s treated me like s~~~ because I wouldn’t admit I f~~~ed the whore. They f~~~ing put me on extra duty until I “manned” up. I was even told when the kid was born they were running a blood test. If it was mine they’d come after me. Two months after I was out I got a phone call. Apparently they didn’t need the blood test, but were running it anyway. The baby was the wrong color.
The second time whilst living and working in the Philippines the girl just thought if you dated you would get pregnant. She just knew she was pregnant. I even had to buy a book showing her you had to have sex to get pregnant. She told me, “My mom told me that if you are with a man long enough you will become pregnant. We’ve been seeing each other for months now…” Her mom was a f~~~ing whore and couldn’t just tell the truth why she kept popping out kids. My friends would be all excited for me, then get disgusted when I said there is no way she could be pregnant from me. It took those idiots a year to realize she wasn’t pregnant. A whole f~~~ing year.
I’m just glad I never got married. Sitting under a tree contemplating suicide by fire is not a place I could be. Seeing how easily people can turn on you for a simple thing of denying you’re the one getting someone pregnant really shows a lot. I couldn’t imagine some bitch claiming I did something worse and having a bunch of people wanting to do me physical harm or ruining my career.
That’s when I vowed to just do what I wanted. All I have seen is success since.
Don't stick your dick into anyone you aren't willing to put up with for eighteen years and nine months.
Anonymous6Twice I was accused of impregnating a woman when it was not possible. One time was because the chick had slept with a black guy, but wanted someone more “stable” to marry to take care of her and the kid. The second time was someone who just wanted everyone to oh and ah over her. Both times I never once had sex with either one of these people. I didn’t even consider us friends. I’ve had my ups and downs with women before, but how I was treated when I denied even f~~~ing these two women was enough for me to just walk away. Apparently I was the nice guy because I was smart enough not to f~~~ them. Thus it was okay to tell everyone I was the father.
The first time I was still in the Military and treated like utter s~~~ because of it. Even after it was found out it was another soldier my entire chain of command wondered why I didn’t reenlist. Those f~~~s treated me like s~~~ because I wouldn’t admit I f~~~ed the whore. They f~~~ing put me on extra duty until I “manned” up. I was even told when the kid was born they were running a blood test. If it was mine they’d come after me. Two months after I was out I got a phone call. Apparently they didn’t need the blood test, but were running it anyway. The baby was the wrong color.
The second time whilst living and working in the Philippines the girl just thought if you dated you would get pregnant. She just knew she was pregnant. I even had to buy a book showing her you had to have sex to get pregnant. She told me, “My mom told me that if you are with a man long enough you will become pregnant. We’ve been seeing each other for months now…” Her mom was a f~~~ing whore and couldn’t just tell the truth why she kept popping out kids. My friends would be all excited for me, then get disgusted when I said there is no way she could be pregnant from me. It took those idiots a year to realize she wasn’t pregnant. A whole f~~~ing year.
I’m just glad I never got married. Sitting under a tree contemplating suicide by fire is not a place I could be. Seeing how easily people can turn on you for a simple thing of denying you’re the one getting someone pregnant really shows a lot. I couldn’t imagine some bitch claiming I did something worse and having a bunch of people wanting to do me physical harm or ruining my career.
That’s when I vowed to just do what I wanted. All I have seen is success since.
See. all it takes is an accusation. Disgusting. Strait up vagina worship.
When I was willing to pack up and move to another state and marry a woman I thought I was in a relationship with even though a long distance relationship isn’t actually a relationship at all,especially in my instance. I bought a little humbug ring to propose. She flipped out over some minor stuff and that was that. Oh yea I ordered the ring when I thought it was gonna last and the ring arrived by mail TODAY. I’m going to keep it as a reminder of what I should never do again. It wasn’t expensive but if I would’ve married her and moved it would’ve been.
Blue Pill rock bottom.
“Do not give your strength to women, nor your ways to that which destroys kings.” -Proverbs 31:3-
Anonymous3When was it that you hit the very worst of your blue pill existence? What were the circumstances? Did you wake up and ask: “WTF am I really doing here?”
For me: when my relations~~~ had lot of drama over any misunderstood words about literally anything, I was always stressed at work due to my relations~~~ (and, usually one only hears about being stressed due to work… reality is that a girlfriend can be more huge source of stress than any workplace…), sex went down to minimum and a boring experience, while the girl was already thinking on moving together, marriage and children and so on, that would cost me a lot of time and money (she earned half as much as me, and didn’t bother to get a better job, while I was doing long hours of mind-tiring work stuff if necessary)… You know, she went full bait-and-switch mode as we call it here but I did not know that word back then …
And I was one early morning trying to sleep next to the girl but I just couldn’t get this out of my head: If I keep going like this, then it will get even worse, and I get more and more locked into a nightmare, that is comparable to what my psycho parents did in my childhood, and basically I will be building myself a cell of jail in hell on my own hard-earned cash and free time. …
And laying in bed next to my ex girl, my heart was pounding so badly and I was totally scared to my life, as if I were chased by a pack of wild evil I don’t know what. And I still had to keep my s~~~ together to not make drama, and I told her, that I need to go to the ambulance because there is something with my heart. They made an ECG on me, but I was calmed down by then, and no illness found. And I then the doctor asked me if I was stressed by work, and it just came out of my mouth that “My work is totally okay, I’m stressed by my relationship that much”. That was my red pill moment.
Reading your stories, thank for my luck that no police and other authorities were involved and I escaped out of the bad s~~~ in time.
After several years of marriage, she had let herself go, she was driving me crazy, my who life was a mess, and I had to figure a reason every morning why NOT to put a gun to my head.
She told me one evening she thinks we should separate. I was devastated. It was my blue pill bottom, yet the best thing that happened to me.
I got paroled and didn’t even know it!
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free.
Got emotionally attached to a girl while she was f~~~ing my friend. I even listened to her crying and complaining. I had just been kicked out of home and needed any kind of support. Instead I found anger and betrayal. Glad I have MGTOW now.
A woman I dated between 2010 and early 2013 left my life quite abrubtly, and I let it be known at the time I didn’t want her to, but she did.
Anyway, after 3 1/2 years of total silence she randomly got in touch in mid 2016, and behaved like a cat that wants feeding – rubbing her tail against me, getting physically close, feeding my ego, making me think she wanted an intimate relationship, etc etc. I fell for the bait because she was very sexy. And, I’ll admit this on here, I actually said something like “I’d like something intimate with you — you make my life a lot less lonely” (stop laughing!), and she promptly disappeared – again. It felt like she’d risen form the dead, but only to tease me with a handful of plutonic 2 hour meetings over a few months (all part of manipulation – the scarcity principle etc).
The hurt and sense of betrayal and being used was the last straw for me, and I had a Me, Myself, and Irene moment. From Jan this year until now I’ve gone from blue/purple pill to hardcore red pill, gone through the rage, learnt, understood, and accepted true female nature, and underwent a radical and exhilarating transformation in which I see everytihng for how it really is. I cannot put into words the power of that, but man it is WORTH it. I now fully embrace being alone (as opposed to being lonely), and feel as if I have truly come of age. I am now a man.
I feel extremely embarrassed at some of the blue pill simp stuff I’ve said to women. Now I really do take it or leave it, and 99% of the time I’m like “meh, I’ll leave it“, because I’ve got more substantial things on the horizon.
I even listened to her crying and complaining.
Sorry you had to go through that.
I had just been kicked out of home and needed any kind of support.
We are glad you finally made it to your real home, MasterShake.
About a month after my separation started, and i remain slightly above there but i can now see the truth and the way out. Now i just have to execute the plan and rise up.
No longer can we walk away, we must run. Remove the motive power.
Please excuse this amended version of my life story. I took my first red pill in a very unusual way and it needs explanation.
Grab your popcorn, here we go.I taught myself to read at the age of two and a half. Believe me or don’t I don’t care. When I started kindergarten I could read at a rate of 140 words per minute with a comprehension rate of 89%. (I was independently tested under SRA reading dynamics, I ran the machine off the scale).
I was approached by MENSA and turned them away as I thought they were a group of intellectual snobs. ( Yes, at my tender age.) My first childish mistake as I discovered too late they were a support group for socially awkward people and I would desperately need them.
By three years old I had consumed every bit of printed matter I could get my hands on. This ranged from newspapers to novels to simple text books and dictionaries. I was unpopular with kids my own age as I became frustrated with their inability to understand me or matters that interested me. I plunged deeper into the world of literature and current affairs.
I had a very different point of view from the average young child due to what I had read. At three and a half I had great empathy for others and any child psychologist will tell you that is unheard of. I couldn’t help but feel for the sad people I had read about in news stories and their terrible hardships. My early discovery of the world in print made changes in me.
At about three and a half or four years old my mother became aware of this and began to play a “game” with me.
She would sing a sad song she knew would make me weep in sympathy. When I did she would laugh and make fun of my deepest feelings. She did this a lot.
I was shocked, horrified, unable to respond. I was completely under her maternal thrall and I could not prevent her from triggering my deep feelings. I felt as if my feelings were stupid and I was stupid, I felt my feelings were worthless and I was worthless, because of my mothers treatment of me.
At about the tender age of four I consumed my first red pill.I realised I had to change. I learned after some time the only way to prevent her from doing this was by ignoring my kind feelings and turning myself to something she could not laugh at – anger and violence. In my own defense I raved with anger, I broke things and I REJECTED HER as a mother. I performed this modification on myself intellectually, coldly and intentionally to protect myself.
She was shocked but didn’t take it seriously, just a kid having a tantrum. She did, however, stop triggering me. The “fun” had gone out of her game.
But now there was a wall between me and everyone else. My trust for adults of any kind was gone. I have since spent my life in a siege mentality. Think of how alone a four year old is in this situation.
She could not understand the cold aloofness I now presented to the world. Her friends commented on it along with my continued desire for solitude.
My father was confused. He was a fine working class man. He resented the fact that as a child I was better informed on technology and in world affairs than he and his ego intervened often.
But he was shocked when I broke a shoulder and he approached to naturally render aid to me. I remember as if it was yesterday. I, stunned by the pain, lost all thought and panicked. The instinct that rose to the fore in my now modified mind was the knowledge I was helpless and the desperate need to find a safe haven. To my fathers horror, pinning my arm to my chest I turned and fled from him. The tone of his voice as he pursued me made clear the amazement and dismay he felt. I hurt him that day. We were never close, but now we were fundamentally estranged. He caught me of course and I received aid at my parents behest, but for a long time, until I was better aware of professionals, this was my standard response to injury. To avoid advertising I was injured and to find solitude and deal with it myself.
The truth of the matter is my parents were not bad people, they just didn’t realise the importance I put in what they did. They also never realised the profound changes they carelessly created in me. They wished me no ill and every success. We were poor and they made sacrifices for us boys.
I suppose I was just psychologically fragile and easily damaged.The women these days are far, far worse than my parents could ever be, and the abuse they shower on men far more lethal.
Some of the men on here have received their red pills in horrifying ways. They did have the good fortune of being adult when that happened, they survived through courage, experience, willpower and the help of men on this site.
I am now mature and the suffering is over.
My role is now to assist other men where I can.I choose the solitary path.
MGTOW, the only life for me.Being a man is incredible good luck. Do not waste it on the unlucky.
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