I've been a long time lurker on TRP forums. When I ran across TRP I remember I was actively looking for "something". I was mad, enraged, I felt defeated, I didn't know what that "something" was... but when I ran across TRP, I knew I had found it. It was as if a veil was lifted from my eyes, and I came to the realization of the shithole I had been living in.

This is my story, it began when I was 18. How a girl I met off tinder (who I got pregnant) destroyed what I called life, and how she shredded me to pieces. Yes, the child is mine, thank god for DNA tests. I am now 20, it's a very long and at times...sad story. As you read this, you will laugh at my stupidity, you will mock my actions, and you will question my motives. Before you do any of the above, know this... People like me exist, so people like you can learn. I've gone through a great amount of pain, so you can avoid the struggle. It's as if my purpose is to educate, the reason for my suffering, for my "betaness", is so you don't have to go through what I went through. This was my life for 2 years. The only thing I ask of you, is to share my story, make it known to your friends, to your cucked buddies, and everyone else that might benefit from it. Sticky this shit, bookmark it, save it for when you need it. I will be posting pictures and messages, within a reasonable limit for my privacy.

And we begin...

My story begins in the summer of 2015. In the streets of downtown LA, streets I once called home. I was more comfortable hanging out with "friends" and in the streets than I was being at home. We weren't skaters, we rode, we were "bikers" It was all a game to us, we'd hit on girls, get numbers and throw them away. Get on tinder and swipe right on all those duck faces, go from skatepark to skatepark to hit on the ramp tramps (those slutty girls you see at the skateparks). Who are 16 and probably have a higher dick count than your mom. I've always been a "good" kid, I've just longed for "adventure", the thrill. I still remember the first time I asked a girl for her number, I was shaking, I gave her a paper with my number on it and I told her to call me. She scoffed and said no, my first taste of rejection. I felt bummed for a second but what came after that was a thrill. A thrill that lead to the worst 2 years of my life. I remember being at home with a couple of friends and I had swiped right on this cute, petite,innocent,looking girl. Remember this shit: cute, petite, and innocent. We chatted, exchanged numbers, texted for a bit, attempted to set up a meet and then forgot about her. As was a common occurrence, get the girls number, text, flirt, talk, throw it away.

Not this one though, this one girl wouldn't go away. She called me one night and asked to meet up (failed meetup perhaps). I said okay, we agreed on a time and place. I headed over, we met up, had some coffee, and just shot the shit for a bit. The night ends, I grab her thigh I tell her I had a good time she moves my hand and says she's on tinder for friends (bullfuckingshit). Throughout the date she told me of all the guys she had met on tinder that attempted (or did?) to have sex with her, that's how I knew she was bullshiting me. She walks to her car, I stop her I tell her im not looking to be friends. Looking back at it, I should've let it go, this 18 year old girl was too powerful (they learn young) for my 18 year old virgin self. I was happy getting girls numbers, chatting, and throwing them away. My life was interesting to them, I had a job, hobbies, was fit, I enjoyed myself and I didn't give a shit about women. (Hope you're paying attention because a lot of this ties with TRP) when I didn't want them they flocked to me.

So a couple months go by, we fuck, I lose my virginity to this girl. I've always been big on condoms and I had a pack when we fucked for the first time. I have no idea how it happened,but she grabbed my dick, slipped that shit in and everything was history. She looked at me and in between moans told me to pull out when I was about to cum. "You know how to pull out right?" She said. I nodded yes... even though I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I've done this before, pull out, trust me (cue the cock carousel). As I pulled out I came inside her a little bit (she had her period for months after we fucked and dated i didn't get her pregnant right away). We bought the day after pill and went our ways. I later found out this cute, petite, innocent girl who was 18 and soon to be mother of my daughter had a dick count of less than 5 in her mind. 5+ in my experience, shed tell me about the different cocks she'd seen and I counted more than 5. (She never gave a straight answer) are you paying attention TRP?

I would hang around older guys, I was 18 they were in their 20's. They rode bikes, had menial jobs, and fucked women. To society they're nobodies, scum, men that needed to grow up, and play a role in society. A minimalist version of chads in my eyes. I now see where I picked up my "game" from. I told them about my experience, they looked at me with an understanding expression. I expected laughter, they gave me understanding... they told me to wrap that shit up and be careful who I stick into. I didn't, I didn't wrap it up and I wasn't careful. So I suffered the consequences. I started a relationship with this women against the advice of friends I had. Lo and behold I got her pregnant.

It was so strange how her attitude changed once she saw my family's background. I come from a poor family, who worked hard for 18+ years to achieve the level of success they achieved. It was a step up in her life. When we first met at the coffee shop it was so so, after she met my family and our "assets" my cock was hers. (I hope your paying attention) she had fucked 5+ cocks RAW... and had never gotten pregnant. I'm sure it was raw, cause she never bothered putting a condom on me. Sometime I think losing my virginity to an escort would've been safer and more cost efficient. Along comes the right cock and bam she's pregnant. I was stupid as well, I would cum in her and buy day after pills like it was nothing. (It's not effective birth control, don't do that shit) In her words, she loved the way I'd fuck her, and the way I ate her out. She still longs for my cock, I can tell.

Along comes my daughter into the picture. Her mother got pregnant. We tell her family, we tell my family, everyone was extremely supportive. I still didn't know the shithole I had dug myself into. 4 months into the pregnancy she quit her job, stayed at home all day while I worked under houses doing foundation repairs. Overtime, on top of overtime, is come home to her and she'd want to go out. Back massages, feet rubs, eating out, the life... she got it. I busted my ass to give it to her, I gave her the world and she threw a bunch of shit back. She was always complaining about being bored. Started hanging out with her ex (because they were high school sweethearts) bull fucking shit. Started talking to "old friends", and so commenced my downfall in her eyes. I lost myself, my frame, it shrunk and bent under her. I'd remember she'd come home late at night and I'd be pissed. This is actually how I found TRP, it was probably one of those nights. I'm just hanging out with so and so, we're catching up, I'll be there in a bit. I hit my lowest point.

I thought it was the pregnancy, maybe I need to take her out more, maybe she just misses being with her friends. I was a cuck, looking back at this shit and typing it brings me pain. Slowly I began looking for more. This couldn't be it. I told her this shit was unacceptable, she tried to get marriage out of me (are you paying attention RP) if we get married I'll change, I'll have dinner for you every time you come home, I'll let you put it in my Butt, I'll swallow your cum. Bull fucking shit. Our families pressured me into buying a car with her, we bought a car. I've always been good with credit, interest, finances, etc. Thanks to my brother. (TRP isn't just about women, a man who doesn't have his finances in place, doesn't have his life in place). So off we go into the dealer, we come out with a Nissan 5% interest, not bad for my first big purchase. A car that I would later give to her, not my car... even though I busted my ass for it.

She kept it when she left, she took my daughter (i still see them it's not the same though), took my tv, mini fridge, dresser, all she left was my weights, my bed, my computer, and my bench. The day she left, the day I kicked her out (I FINALLY had suspicions of some shady shit going on. I finally woke up) I told her to grab all her shit and leave. I don't want to see you when I come back. I came home to an empty room, with nothing but my weights, a bench, and a bed. I saw it as a sign, life was calling, I had endured suffering so I could rebuild stronger. Much like building muscle, I was torn apart only to be rebuilt stronger, smarter. I wasted two years of my life with this girl, trying to fix shit up. While she went behind my back attempting to branch swing. She tells me she wants to get back together (I guess she hasn't found a strong enough branch yet). She "misses" me.... I'll be writing more later. Stay tuned

Edit: I still talk to my daughters mother. There was a point where I completely hated her and I wanted nothing to do with her. Had I not had a daughter with her, I would've cut her completely. She knows it, she sees I've changed. I became stronger without her and her interest in me sparked again. I don't do it for her, remembering certain things hurts. It hurts wondering if certain moments we spent together were legitimate or a facade. I pay no attention to that though, my daughter has made me a stronger person and I'm glad I had her. I now see myself as a mentor and teacher towards my daughter. I'll do everything in my power to ATTEMPT to raise her right, at the end of the day she'll be making the decision. I hope whatever I instill in my daughter stays with her for life. Her mother comes from an abusive background and an absentee father, I still don't think that's an excuse for any kind of shitty behavior. For now, I focus on rebuilding myself and being a better version than i was before she crossed my path.

The red pill: Its a cold hard look at life, at our natural instincts and at the "ugly things" we constantly turn away from. Marriage is non beneficial in this day and age. When you talk about TRP you're talking about living life with a purpose. You create the purpose to YOUR life, everything else complements it.

Branch Swinging: I got this off one of her social media platforms. I know I know you shouldn't do that shit. Most people don't understand "swallowing the red pill" is a constant battle. You're battling your "Tyler durden" your blue pill ways, you get better over time, but it doesn't happen over night. I watched fight club last night, love the part where Tyler durden says "I look like you want to look, I talk how you want to talk, I fuck like you want to fuck. The uncensored version

Swinging

Note: In this scenario, We did not break up two months ago. It was closer to like 3 weeks... Awalt. They'll drop you in a heartbeat.