
Originally Posted by
LizardPerson
Men,
Long time lurker, decided it was time to contribute to the discourse.
Embarrassingly long relationshit history incoming.
My red-pilling started with my own mother when I was a teenager. She was a gullible, dumb broad who made a feminist friend back in the 90s who assured her that she should leave dad and it that it would work out amazingly for her because "she deserves better" (not sure if my well-being was factor in the decision). No plans for the future or considerations for mom's post-wall "market value" needed. This worked out poorly for everybody, but by far the biggest loser in this ordeal was mom. My white-knighting teenage self decided to "protect mom", which was rewarded with manipulation and refusing to even spend my own child support money to feed me.
During the divorce mom revealed that I was named after Chad and might be his kid, which nobody even bothered to prove or disprove with a paternity test. Once I turned 18 I was officially nobody's child, and homeless. I was (understandably) dead to dad, and no longer useful to mom. Started out adulthood solidly purple-pilled with a healthy distrust of women and knowledge of exactly what happens to you when they are done with you, so it's not all bad.
I quickly clawed my way out of homelessness to great success and social status. My good Chad genes began expressing themselves and I was swimming in pussy. Where most men pump-and-dump when faced with such abundance, I was determined to find "the right woman" (one who was not manipulative like mom), and be better parents than mine were. I quickly learned that they are all NAWALTs for the first few months before showing their true self. As soon as they tried to manipulate me, they were out. This drew the scorn of women and beta male suckers alike as I repeatedly discarded somebody's "dream girl", but I refused
to fall into the same trap as dad.
I thought for sure that some day I would finally meet the woman who would accept and appreciate having the good fortune of dating me and all of the many good things I provide to the relationshit, without trying to manipulate me. With great intent I tried hot girls, ugly girls, fit girls, fat girls, smart girls, dumb girls, American girls, foreign girls, girls from good families, girls from bad families, classy girls, trashy girls, religious girls, atheist girls, liberal girls, conservative girls. I will say that on average, women straight from China and Mexico are by far the best, but thanks to female nature and American family law the outcomes are still likely to be too similar, like eating a tastier flavor of shit with some whipped cream and strawberry slices on top.
After about my 5th relationshit, I realized AWALT. But at great risk to my safety, I held out hope for about 15 more relationshits that there was a NAWALT somewhere, including numerous close-calls where they might have made "the phone call" (and one time where she did, but fortunately it's not hard to outsmart a bitch). As I started approaching "The Chad Wall" in my late 20s, which is when I married the closest thing to a NAWALT I ever knew, charming southern belle from a small town. I ruled my marriage with an iron fist, I was the kind but strict father figure, and it worked out very well for everybody. However, I could see her attempting to assert herself the only way women can, by manipulation, so I decided that marriage was not for me, and separated from her. Given that she had begged me to quit her job and stay at home (you can predict how that went), she was completely dependent on me. I divorced her like a boss, I gave her money when she asked for it, but told her if she even thought about divorce raping me, she had better have her finances in order first because I would do everything in my power to not pay, or at least delay, even if it cost more than just paying. It worked. It only cost me about $10,000 over 2 years, while I was making solid money, never went to court, just paid a lawyer a few hundred bucks for an uncontested divorce, then told her to have a nice life and find another ATM.
Fast forward a few years and a couple of disposable girlfriends that I refused to commit to, I find myself dating an Asian NAWALT unicorn. She was beautiful, charming, a successful doctor, great in the sack. I seriously started to contemplate spending the rest of my life with her, but she was unsure about getting married because you can imagine the hypergamy and monkey-branching that goes through the mind a woman like that, even if she is straddling The Wall. I might have held out hope on her for years, but then she had a freak medical episode and died an untimely death. At the time I thought this was the worst thing that could ever happen to me, but like my parent's divorce, years later I realized that this had benefited me profoundly.
After about 6 months of grieving, still feeling "the thirst" I suddenly find myself thrusted into modern dating, having transitioned from Chad to beta and now to incel. Not being one to give up without a fight, I study female mating habits, reinvent my look, learn to dress like a broke college student, lose 50 pounds, get shredded, and in less than a year find great success in pumping-and-dumping women in their early 20s. Shortly after I discover MGTOW, and realize that I should not feel like I owe these women a damn thing, and settled into my current shtick of only accepting sex if it's high quality, free (or very cheap) and has no strings attached. You will recognize these encounters by the first thing she ever says to you is: "You're very handsome, would you like to fuck me?". Any other interest they show, walk away, quickly.
Other than very selectively accepting free-ish sex, I have cut all ties with women in my life for years now and avoid them as much as possible. No women over at my place, no dates, avoid socializing with them to the greatest extent possible.