Here's my story. Fresh as fuck.

Literally AWALT.

I've been in an LTR for almost three years. First two and a half years things were solid. I had red pill dynamics down to the core. Give me shit for oneitus all you want. I don't give a fuck. If you had this girl literally drooling off your dick, treating you like a king from cooking amazing food to full body massages multiple times a week to literally my choosing of sexual escapades whenever however...your punk ass would fall for it too.

That's besides the point. I finally learned the cold hard truth that red pill does not nor can protect you from until you really experience it yourself...AWALT. That's probably the hardest most jagged part of the pill to swallow in all reality. We all want to think that we can find that exception. But, my friends, it really is only a matter of time.

It Begins

About six months ago my girl(past tense) started hanging out with this work friend of hers. A girl. A slut really. A codependent slut. A self serving narcissistic whore of a slut. A bonafide insecure overzealous everybody wants me but I hate myself so I'll bring down everyone to my level top notch whore of a slut. I fucking hated this girl. She wanted my nuts constantly. She really just wanted to compete and change the way my girl(past tense) licked my balls every night.....sigh....

Fast forward

My girl(past tense) of course changed. Fed into her bullshit. Eventually she realized her friend wanted my nuts and squashed it like a cockroach roaming too close to your toilet bowel. But...the damage was done. My nice little package I worked so hard(not really) to create was a different dynamic. Subtle but different.

A short honeymoon period ensued

Life was ok. It seemed like I regained my status within this LTR. I foolishly thought it was different from most due to my red pill foundation with her. Nightly ball licking, amazing food, however, whenever. Subservient and willing.

Therapy!!!?

Girl starts going to therapy to 'work on past issues'. Red flag. WTF? Ok...ok...things are still the same. You're going to be alright man...

Therapist Young Guy our Age

Not happy about this. State it. She claims it's short term. Insurance issues. The gambit. Once again WTF!!? Home life remains unchanged....I breath...don't let it affect me.

Enter Her Nephew

This kid. He's a little badass. Four years old. Loves me. We kick it all the time when she watches him. He often texts me from her phone random emoji with his favorite being the poop one. Super cool for his age. Also often sends me audio messages with random sayings like "I farted in my wallet, now I have gas money" over and over again.

Fast forward

My girl(past tense) is at her therapy appointment. Apparently she's also watching her nephew. He sends me an audio message. A few actually. One of them is nothing but her and her therapist talking. This guy is literally telling her how gorgeous she is. She's eating it up like candy. Responding in a flirtatious way back. The tone in her voice is literally the way she responds to me when I flirt/tease her. Little badass then sends me an audio message telling me about his gas money again. God love him.

Later that day

I ask her about this guy she's seeing. I don't share that I have this gem of proof in my possession. She, for the first time EVER, keeps eye contact with me the whole time. Note: learn your girls behavior with communication it will benefit you tremendously. Literally unbreakable eye contact!! She gives me all the 'comfort' one liners she can and eventually tells me I'm making her uncomfortable by keeping eye contact back. Note: No one gives unbreakable eye contact unless it's serious business being discussed. She knew I was on to something.

Mic Drop

I play the audio message from little bad ass. She literally has nothing to say other than she can see someone else if that makes me feel better. NO....No it doesn't!! I literally heard you flirt with another man. Your fucking therapist nonetheless. If all it takes is you feeling comfortable with another man to flirt then fuck me.(maybe once more in 6-12 months when I've put you back into plate status)

And....AWALT

Don't ever...ever...think you have a girl locked down by what she's providing you. No matter how much she's blowing your mind through your dick. It's a lie. Enjoy it. Sure. But don't make my mistake. It'll be much easier to accept going into it knowing you really are only Mr. Right now. You'll never be Mr. Forever. You're nothing more than an asshole who provided her with her version of daily blow jobs in your own way. It will end. If it does last a lifetime know she most likely sucked a dick or two in the process.

End of the Day

The only thing I'm going to miss in any of this is that little badass and his gas money joke...