I’m new to Reddit and this forum altogether so I thought I’d share the relationship experience that forced me to finally swallow the red pill.

I’m in my early twenties working a great career in finance, partying, traveling, spinning plates (before I even knew the term), making friends, and mostly just focused on myself and moving up in life. I have zero interest in a serious LTR at this point, you couldn’t get me to commit to Cinderella at this point in my life.

I meet this girl on tinder who for some reason I become obsessed with after just a couple days of texting back and forth. She’s brutally straightforward, sexually uninhibited, and unlike any other girl I had ever spoken to before. When we finally meet up for the first time things escalate immediately. It felt like I had just met my soulmate and I thought I was finally experiencing the blue pill fantasy of “love at first sight.” I had ONS before but this felt way different. I was completely enamored by this girl for the months to come. We date for 2.5-3 months before we make it official and I’m falling more and more in love with this girl every day. I could sit next to this girl for hours, not say a word or move a finger and I would still feel happy and complete.

Within weeks of entering the LTR and admitting we both love each other, I find out she’d been texting and facetiming her ex boyfriend the entire time she was with me. Her ex gets in touch with me and sends me screenshots of her naked on FaceTime with him. I’m distraught. How could she keep her ex around while acting like she’s so obsessed and in love with me? (Branch-swinging whore, I know). She makes up a bullshit story about how we weren’t “official” at the time and that the screenshots were old, etc. I believed her (because oneitis) because the ex came off as jealous/angry in our interactions so I wrongfully thought he was just manipulating me so he could get back with her (holy shit I’m an idiot).

We stay together, things are going well for a while then I start seeing glimpses of the real her. She starts throwing random temper tantrums over menial things. She starts yelling, screaming, and almost getting physical in arguments. If I don’t text back immediately or pick up the phone right away a shit storm ensues. At one point she slaps me in public and berates me because I didn’t “stand up for her” when a drunk guy on the street said some nonsensical shit to her. I try to remain calm at first in hopes it would make her cool off, but it never works. I start to lash out back at her and our relationship becomes a shit show.

She leaves me. I’m heartbroken. I still had the unicorn image of her engrained in my mind so I can’t seem to let her go. I text her, try to see her constantly. I do her favors and I’m there for her when she needs me even though she acts indifferent and bitchy towards me. I basically became her Manlet love servant for a couple weeks until she tells me she doesn’t love me anymore. It was obvious she was fucking someone else but I couldn’t come to accept the telltale signs.

I find the redpill forum because I’m so confused about how things played out in the relationship and quickly learn that this bitch might be borderline (bpd) after hours of research. I start reading and digesting the side bar material, reading the posts on the asktrp sub and doin my best to move past this train wreck of a relationship. I stop texting her all the time, I make it clear I’m talking to other girls (she would see other girls texts pop up on my phone) and I’m overall distant/aloof. She eats that shit up (dread in play here). She starts texting me more, wants to hang out all the time now, is confused by my changed behavior and the attraction is reignited.

We start seeing each other again (I’m an idiot I know) and I’m hopeful things will be different. I no longer put up with any of her shit at this point. Temper tantrum? I leave. No sex? I’m getting sex elsewhere I don’t care. Bitchy mood? I’ll find someone else to hang out with. I’m no fucks given at this point. This drives her absolutely fucking nuts. In the last two months of our relationship she keys my car, breaks my windshield, punches me in the face and splits my lip open, bites me, etc. I distant myself more and more to the point where she’s having emotional breakdowns about how “replaceable” I make her feel. I hold frame.

None of her destructive behavior was enough to get me to leave. I stuck around because she started therapy for her BPD so i was hopeful the person I fell in love with would return after she saw a therapist (cringe, I know). However, eventually, I felt extremely resentful towards her and I simply stopped giving a shit about losing her. I knew for a fact she fucked someone else while we were broken up (despite me telling her I would leave if she ever did) but she kept lying and denying it with such intensity I was thrown for a loop.

One day I decide to check her phone conversations with her cousin (a wanna be feminist slut) and I find out she fucked her manager at her workplace while we were broken up. She had also texted her cousin that she was using me for dinner, etc while we were broken up. I had slept with other people too, but I told her about it never lied. That was the final straw, I left her blocked her on everything and I moved on. I got a barrage of phone calls and texts in the couple days after from random texting app generated numbers with begging and apologies and suicide threats etc but I never gave in. She even went as far as getting my name tattooed on her but I saw it for the manipulative move that it was and ghosted her.

9 months wasted on a mentally ill psycho and my only focus now is self improvement. Thank God for this forum and the asktrp sub. The red pill saved my life.

LONG STORY SHORT: BPD girl redpilled the shit out of me. Always recognize red flags and cut things off before you’re in too deep.