I was in a relationship for 1 years and 8 months in total. Me: 22 years old, lift weights and swim alot, maintain hobbies, in University. She: good girl, liked to cook, always initiating sex, basicly agreed with some RP concepts, fat ass, considered marrying.

Two months before the relationship ended i confided her in my deepest insecurities about my future. Basicly me worrying about my place in the world. I could see it in her eyes, the disdain, the disgust, her thinking: please stop talking about this. I liked to think NAWALT, no, AWALT. Two weeks after we had that discussion, she become rather bitchy, nervous, whining. Funny thing, she ACKNOWLEDGED that she became bitchy, nervous and whining yet she had no idea what 'changed'. After my insecurity confession i maintained frame as usual, but it was too late.

She started talking about the 'amounts of effort she's putting into this relationship' (we live 30 minutes apart from eachother) without feeling she got anything in return. Bitch we went a week to Paris 2 months ago mostly on my expense. Don't talk bullshit, you saw me differently. You saw me in my weakest moment and did not like what you saw. I can't blame you, it's in your nature, I fucked up. My image was shattered in your eyes. I thought that after almost 2 years of dating I could share this with you, I can't. I'll never can with a woman.

Right before I ended the relationship we had a fight / serious talk. It ended in her saying I should be 'nicer'. Then everything would be fine and dandy. I was choking pretty hard on the Red Pill by then, already being aware of a lot of the concepts before I found this subreddit. Fuck being nicer, I treated her firm yet respectfully. I always fucked her like it'd be the last fuck on earth. I cooked, she did the dishes. There was a balance in our relationship. Fucking zen-taoism shit between alpha and beta. Yin and yang. Dominance and submission.

After the fight I broke up with her and explained why, she understood, still tears, whatever. Better end it now before it became a toxic relationship where we hated eachothers guts out.

This was a rant, a personal experience, mayby it was usefull to you, mayby not. Moral of the story is: never ever share your insecurities to your woman.

The aftermath: After 3 weeks we decided to meet up, she came into my house and we immediately started fucking. It was the most insane sex of my life. She came 7 times. I can't explain this. Her average was 2 or 3 on a night. What made this different? The emotions? My unavailability as a single? Her vagina not getting a high-pressure semen injection for 3 weeks in a row?

/rant