Initiating a breakup is hard to do, at least for most of us. I find it emotionally painful mainly out of empathy (which may be to an extent misplaced, relative to how much pain it actually inflicts).

With most of the girls I've broken up with, they did nothing wrong. They were sweet, loyal girlfriends who did their best to please me. They did not ride the cock carousel. They did their best to stay slim and attractive.

When sitting them down to break up with them, I see the panic and hurt in their eyes, the shock, then their desperate pleading, their tears, and it twists my heart. It's awful. This is not a humblebrag, those of us who are reasonably quality men have all experienced this.

Part of the sting is selfish: knowing that you will miss her and things will never be the same again between you and this woman you've spent so much time with.

The brutal reality is: when I break up with a girl, it boils down to her no longer inspiring my boner. The pleasures of being with her are outweighed by the pleasures of wetting my cock on fresh and variegated pussy. She doesn't do it for me any more, and I'm still coming into my prime.

Sometimes it's clear that a girl has invested in you as the one to marry, especially if she's pushing her late 20s, and that has to be especially hard on her. You got months or years of fun, she got months or years older.

Some women express a bizarre nonchalance about their future, a "what happens happens" attitude, into their late 20s. Listen girls: when you hit your mid-20s, at the latest, you better be thinking hard and smart about locking down a quality man before it's too late. The really smart ones do it at around 21. The dumbasses ride the carousel, and it spits them out as bitter cynical hags who no quality man wants.

Each time you dump a girl, you do fuck her up, whether a little bit or a lot. An alpha widow is a terrible thing, a terrible creature. Leaving them "better than you found them" is, in my opinion, blue pill bollocks.