This is about my recent ex gf of 6 months. I met this very attractive german girl back in September. We quickly hit it off and I told her from the very beginning that I hate spending money and I’m basically a cheap ass. She portrayed herself as being just fine with this, and we would talk about the ridiculous stuff we would both do to save money. She lived paycheck to paycheck and we lived separately. She was always terrified of not being able to pay rent. She also always talked about how her past abusive relationship was the reason she’s in this position. Also, she wanted the benefit of girls nights out(she would invite me but I’d mostly decline) , wearing slutty clothes, male friends (I shut that down), wanted contact with ex bf (I shut that down), and other thot activity. (These things are all fine for casual relationship but this woman was pushing for marriage and kids.) Like a monkey simp I told her I would cover her rent if she had a bad month or something.

She also told me throughout the relationship that she would always keep her job. Well one day she randomly proposed the idea of her not working and I pay everything. I obviously said no, and even tried to mediate by saying I would be okay with that if we had kids. She BLEW UP and said I wasn’t a real man, and that’s how a man should treat a woman (wanting the benefits of traditionalism). She grilled me for not offering to pay all her expenses from the day I met her, despite how I deliberately told her I’m cheap. (Before the first date I told her I don’t like to do stuff that costs anything for a first date, and she just thought it was cute). This being six months after she told me that she loved how I wasn’t a yes man, never gave her stuff she didn’t deserve, and had the ability to tell her no.

Guess she couldn’t keep that charade up!!! So scary because I would’ve married her had she held her cards closer for another year. I thought she was a unicorn at the beginning because of how she didn’t seem to care about material.

At the end of the relationship she would always complain about how I didn’t buy her a $40 margarita at this venue on her birthday, and instead took her to a sports bar for a $5 marg. Mind you her bday was only 4 weeks after I met her. She would cite this instance during her emotional fits as if this was the equivalent of me giving her a beating.

Oh yeah... she’s also diagnosed borderline personality...

Moral of the story is never get married and always keep the mgtow mindset even when you feel yourself “falling for them”.