I just watched the move "The Red Pill" and was overwhelmed and wanted to share my story. I am confident more guys have gone through this silently, like I have until now.

I was dating this woman I'll call Sheila, and sex was GREAT, times were fun, and everything was hedonistic and beautiful. Problem was, Sheila got angry and would RAGE. Now, I know a lot of what happened to me is my fault (did I just victim blame???) because I hadn't swallowed the red pill, and didn't either hard next when I should have or nipped that shit in the bud. But here's what I went through.

Sheila would rage and hit me, throw things at me, and yell loud enough that all our neighbors in out shitty apartment could hear. She called me names, slapped me, pushed me. I chalked it up to her fiery latin heritage and endured. Tough me, stoic and calm in the storm. How noble. /s

But this kept escalating. One day, after I sat her down for a beta talk, she explained that she did it because she wanted to see some emotion from me! She wanted me to yell back she said. She wanted me to mirror her craziness was what the hamster pooped out.

But, that's just not me! I want solutions, and logical thought. I want to strip the uncertainty of emotions away in the face of danger! In short, I am a MAN. Solution oriented, unwilling to express my frustration with yelling when thought could save the day.

Eventually, after suffering for months with her violence against me, including security at a hotel we were staying (whom I called, but backed down when it wasn't clear I wouldn't be arrested), she accused me of rape with my university.

What set her off? I called her a racist. Her ego was so wrapped up in feminism, that when she loved a photo of the dalai lama with a speech bubble saying "PREEESE FRUSH!!!" I called her out: of course she can't be racist, she's too tuned in to the struggles of the oppressed! Yet, the dalai lama speaks fluent english, so that's bullshit and cheap joke racism. What happened? She flipped out. That was the end. She called the police when I wasn't looking and worked herself into tears. Her nuclear option in controlling/punishing me. (You won't be surprised to hear she told me to "confess" and she'd get back together with me. She didn't even understand the gravity of what she had done by accusing me to begin with!)

FORTUNATELY! my story ends quasi-happily because she was such a nut case that she couldn't keep her story straight. As the college women's shelter fed her comfort, she kept exaggerating the story. Eventually I was cleared of all claims since the final version she peddled was a caricature of the initial. Little to no consequences unfairly befell me. Except, of course, that I still have to explain a FUCKING ACCUSATION whenever I get background checked.

Thank you to the movie "The Red Pill" for putting male victims of domestic violence into the spotlight.

Edit:

MY MESSAGE TO VICTIMES OF DV: No one will help you or believe you if you just raise the claim. Build a strong network of male friends, and use their support to escape. It is HARD to reconcile masculinity with victimhood, and easy for women to reconcile femininity with victimhood. You are JUST AS WORTHY! Build a male support network and escape.

Edit2:

Fix your financial affairs first. She will win any dispute, 100% of the time. However, its better to be safe and broke, than be potentially thrown in jail because of her.