I was not ever successful with women but I was genuinely and unironically a nice guy. But being completely ignored, mocked and otherwise misled (you will make a great husband someday) I killed the best parts of me to survive.

I became a more shifty person who deserves to be treated with indifference ( at least I think so)

I guess I would still be a pretty decent guy among the masses, but my reflexively antagonistic nature makes me tough to deal with. Easier to ignore.

If some woman does fall for me, I don't think I can let go of my indignation of being ignored when I was a better man. It would validate my view that women are idiots who chose abusive partners for themselves or else are opertunistic to tge point that overall personality is worth less than tge provider aspect.

It's a weird situation where my continued romantic rejection justifies the inherent goodness of my past self while keeping me miserable and my romantic success implies the confirmation of a large scale failing in women.

Has anyone felt the same way? How did you get past it?

Edit : seems that I have conflated nice and good. When I said I was truly nice, I meant that the me in the past was good. Like "actually give a fuck about other people" good, or "would give you his last Dollar" good. The me right now doesn't get involved, and even if I does the right thing I do so grudgingly and with many complaints.