I'm gonna try and keep this short, but it might still end up longer than I anticipate. Read if you're bored.

For all of my young life I've relied on women for everything. My father committed suicide and I was raised by my grandmother, my mother (bless her soul) my sisters, pretty much entirely female guardians. When I stopped relying on female family, I branched out to female company. I found this girl who currently shall be named Janet. We were in a 3 year relationship that could really be considered a 1 year relationship if you wanted to, because for the first year she was still frequently talking to her ex boyfriend, and for the second year she lied to me every chance she could.

FF to last summer. She goes in vacation to Georgia every summer to see the other half of her family, and she usually stays for upwards of 2 months. LAST summer, she surrounded herself with fuckboy-esque guys and told me that "I wasn't allowed to control her" and when I eventually snapped and broke up with her she reportedly ALMOST had sex with one of them to spite me but couldnt go through with it. She came back that summer and enticed me to cheat on and leave the girl I had replaced her with, and we got back together, using the same anniversary date we started with so nobody would question why the date changed (in hindsight I should have seen that red flag.)

FF to THIS summer. The one that just ended. We were already having a rocky relationship but we were certain this summer would be a breeze because we were much more committed to each other, right? Wrong. At a party, she met this girl who shall be named Dyke. At the time she claims she didnt know this girl was a lesbian but the way she told me the story sounded a little something like this "I saw this girl across the room and she just looked like a great person to get to know. I wanted to talk to her but my heart was racing and I just didnt know how to approach her. Eventually she approached me and gave me her number and I turned red but I got really excited." Sounds like a real friendly introduction right (hindsight is always 20/20, and I should have noticed red flag number 2.) This girl started flirting with her and to no surprise my so-called committed girlfriend started flirting back. "Its just how we joke!" She claimed. Eventually I suggested she try to have sex with this girl, and maybe it could be fun for us to try something like that. The plan was that she record it and send me the videos.

Instead, she had sex with this girl for upwards of 4 hours. I made the mistake of calling at the 2 hour mark to make sure everything was okay and I heard noises that still play in my head while I try to sleep. My angel, my princess, was being used by someone else. This part was my fault, sure. But it very obviously turns into more. The girl whispered "stop talking to that dick, you're trying to talk and I'm trying to fuck" and she promptly hung up on me. Well after 2 more hours I drowned out the sadness with alcohol. She finally called at around 6am and said she fell asleep with the girl. And that she deleted the videos. In a drunken rage I accused her of planning on that the whole time, I started crying and she hung up the phone. When I woke up in the morning, she had sent me this text.

"It has nothing to do with dyke, I promise. But I've been feeling bad about being with you for a long time now and I just don't think I can stay in a relationship with you any longer. I need time to fix myself mentally, and learn not to abuse you like I do. I'm sorry, I really am."

That was it. 3 years just wiped from existence. Wasted. But oh no, it definitely gets worse.

She comes back from vacation and immediately come to my house. I ask why shes there and she says because she still wants me in her life just not in the way I used to be. I asked about what happened after she broke up with me and she told me nothing at all.

Her brother, another MGTOW, later told me that they had sex on 3 different occasions. I confronted her and she had the audacity to show me hickeys on her chest like they were prizes.

I asked if they were together, and she said definitely not, she wanted to be alone.

Her brother to the rescue, told me they were in a relationship and told each other that they loved each other every night.

I confronted her and she said "well, its complicated"

I went off, told her I was tired of being lied to, and that I wasnt going to stick around if Dyke was still around too.

I get a call later that day, crying, that she left Dyke. And that she wanted me to come over and help her.

So me, blinded by emotions and stupidity, went to her house. Instead of helping her though, I just third wheeled while she spent all night on the phone with Dyke, telling her that she loved her in front of my face.

I gave this girl everything. Her parents abused her so she had nothing. I gave her a brand new phone, I played her phone bill, I bought her a Netflix subscription. I took her school shopping, grocery shopping, I did everything for this girl. Not to mention the entire time I was being mentally abused, having awful things thrown at me daily, such as: "Youd think your dad killing himself would teach you not to be a fucking disappointment" or "Your dad killing himself should have woken you up and taught you not to be a little bitch all the time." She never held back.

I left again, this time with the closure that she definitely didnt give a shit about me.

But oh no, I fell for it again. She called me the next morning saying that she blocked Dyke and needed me to be there for her. Once again blinded by emotion and the desire to not be alone, I came back.

This time for 3 weeks. Only I was convinced she actually was spending that time working on herself.

Her brother came in clutch one last time and told me to get out. That they still called and talked every night, and they still told each other that they loved each other. I messaged her and told her everything I hated about her, and the relationship she faked for so long. All the lies she told me, and that I didnt care what she did or how she ended up, that I was done.

Trust me, it hasn't been easy. Every night I still cant sleep because of the noises that replay.

This sub has been one of the only things that keeps me going. It gives me a sense of pride in losing that bitch. I feel actually part of a group, someone that actually related to me and understands.

Tl;Dr: My girlfriend left me for a Dyke, and lied to me thousands of times. This sub has been my happy place.