A decade ago as a fresh college grad I moved to a big city hundreds of miles away from my hometown, family, and everything I ever knew. I was chasing blue pill validation. I was alone in this new city, but I was confident, had a good job, and was filled with a sense of adventure. After a few months, an AWALT enters my life - I’m not really into her, but I can’t shake her off. She is infatuated with me. She likes everything I like and is throwing sex at me - she is casting her web and I know she isn’t my type, but I’m too much of a simp to tell her to be gone.

Fast forward, AWALT tells me she is on the pill and I end up being spermjacked. Now I’m far away from home with a pregnant AWALT and of course like a simp I marry her and submit to her and her family. We move to her home turf and I am now a slave.

Long story short, for the last ten years this AWALT has emotionally manipulated me, sucked my soul dry, and is burying me into the ground. I just slaved away and took it - I really believe I suffer from some type of PTSD/Stockholm syndrome. Still a simp, I had more children with her and now I’m in the process of being divorced rape and out of the lives of my small children.

I’m alone now, no family or friends in sight and barely in the lives of my small children. Now I get to enjoy the pleasure of watching this AWALT emotionally manipulate and berate my children while I support her and on top of that still get all the support of her hometown family and friends. I now understand the pain of those men that have walked before me - but I must endure, because I know I’m my kid’s only hope for peace, emotional comfort, and personal agency.