This story goes back a long time ago, back to my first ever ex-girlfriend. My first ex was hit by a car while crossing the street. The injuries were not severe but required medical attention. Now mind you, I was both young and a simp back then. I was very attentive and protective with her, especially during the time of recovery. Now while we were sitting at the hospital waiting for my girlfriend to get checked, an ordely started talking to us, asked us about what happened. The details of the conversation are not important, but what the ordely said to my girlfriend, was. I was looking for the doctor and the ordely and my girlfriend kept talking and I overheard him say to my ex: "YOUR BOYFRIEND DOESN"T LOVE YOU !!" A flurry of thoughts rushed into my mind. I was undecided wether to confront the guy or to just let it go and focus on my exs injury. I told myself this was not the time for relationship drama. I wasn't going to turn an accident into a soap opera right there in the hospital, so I let it slide. Even as a naive simp, while I did stupid things to impress my ex, I still had a sense of self respect, even back then. Maybe that orderly thought I wasn't enough of a simp. In the pea-brain of a simp, if you don't simp hard enough, you don't love that person. I was a simp, but looking back, I wasn't the biggest simp. I still retained at least 15% respect for myself. And yet, because I didn't act like a complete clown and a complete servant, I "didn't love my ex", in the eyes of society. The terms simp, red pill, mgtow, didn't exist back then and not even my ex had any ideea what feminism was back then. Too young for that. This is just me, reflecting back.