So this is a bit long, but I encourage you to read it. I went digging for mgtow and your stories further down the rabbit hole after an awful relationship, one I put both my blood and sweat into. I wanted to know the truth and furthermore why so many of you ended up in the same position as I did investing so much and logically making every right move but regardless of how many plates we spin loyalty isnt given nor the investment we made returned to us. Almost like something out of a psychological horror film, everything from my past interactions with women, relationships started to come back into my mind but now with this new knowledge which turned them into something dark and I felt disgusted, just these bad emotions of frustrations and feeling humilated because I was so optimistic and thought surely if I dedicated myself and made all the right decisions, things could work out. Then came the dread and the real truth mgtow was trying to tell me and from the men who have gone through hell I never couldve imagined from failed marriages and more. It doesnt matter who you are as a man, the sacrificial love you give to a woman will never be given back to you, and she will never truly love you. You are temporary and nothing more. No matter how many plates you spin or how alpha you could ever hope to become you are always replacable.

It felt like one of my dreams dying along with my own desire to reproduce and maybe even a bit of my soul if we have one like tearing itself from the insid, just taking it all in I felt enraged and lost for a little while. Since ive been told a huge lie all my life and I felt cheated, plus it finally gave an answer to my poor father who has been working his ass off for a supposed happy marriage which always looked like a joke to me growing up. Now I know why.

However through my redpill rage and despair I gave myself a new purpose, or you could say I found one and made it my own. One day while over at my grandmother's I came across a box my deceased grandfather left for me. I found out my grandfather was one hell of a man, who I never really got to know well while he was alive due to me being very young when he passed away. I found out he was one of the original typographers for the national geological survey from the late 40s and 50s who traveled across the U.S. making some of the original maps for the national parks, and also was in the Navy during WW2 having participated in the pacific war. I also found out the man in his youth wasnt too different from me and was quite the artist like myself. Unfortunately in the reasearch ive done my grandfather was never given real credit for the maps he did since back then you werent allowed to put your signature on them. So the rest the world to my knowledge aside from my family and maybe a few people dont know what he did. So, taking that in and going my own way and I want to make myself a successful graphic designer and succeed at my goals with proper credit being given.

Instead of dread I feel strong and with a blinding light ahead of my life. I see my grandfather and the many men who came before him looking at me from beyond the grave as I carry opportunities they never couldve dreamed of and them yearning me to make the most of it, because this life is my story, and I now get to truly decide where it goes. In my hands I have a new sense of freedom thanks to mgtow I wish many more men will discover. The game is rigged gentlemen, and with everything going on its not going to get better, but dont give up. You've grasped freedom generations of men who all came before you wished they couldve obtained. Its all your choice now what you do with that.