I’ve recently had to come to terms with the fact that I hate men. I don’t actually wanna be like this but I can’t spend another minute of my life trying to be good for and listen to people who don’t and will never like me.

No matter how hard I listen or how much I sympathize, the bashing of women goes on. I worked hard to get my own career so I wouldn’t be a burden and it’s still somehow not enough. My job doesn’t matter after all. My only value is as a hole and dick sucker. No matter how many house chores or how much help I don’t ask for. I don’t even talk about my emotions and always try to keep a smile on. I don’t have drama breakdowns and I don’t cry in front of men.

It’s even ruined my idea and enjoyment of sex. I have allowed sex to happen because of what the red pill has said about sex being how men receive love and how bad women who don’t fuck are.

Well….I’m a woman who fucks and who has gone along with sex to make someone happy. I can’t even blame the guys. They didn’t ask me to do it. I did it to myself because I was too fucking soft and stupid and wanted to make them feel loved.

Now? I don’t really have a sex drive and I don’t see sex as loving. I’m terrified of relying on men so I’m not a burden. I’ve become hyper independent. And it is still not enough.

I am finished. Part of me feels like going full emotional leeching gold digging sex denying Btch to make up for all the years I spent swallowing my needs. But I know it won’t help. I don’t know how to stop hating men. It’s too all consuming at this point. The Tate stuff ended up pushing me over the edge into full anger.

Sorry for my novel.

Tl;dr: I’m in my feels and it’s really stupid and it’s my fault