My previous breakup was with someone I sort of grew up with. About 95% of my friends were also her friends. I was your classic blue-pilled simp. I ignored all of the red flags. Since we were friends, she told me all about her “encounters” with other men, including some during the time she was in a relationship with another classic blue-pilled cuck. I even ignored the voice my head telling me this woman was bad news. I was in a rough place and I was desperate, so I went head-first into a relationship with her. We moved in together just a couple of months after we started dating (I know I was an idiot. I thought I knew her since I had known her for 25 years). Needless to say, it all went to shit very quickly after that. She showed her true colours when we were living together. The relationship imploded, but I was generally thankful that it wasn’t a divorce, as at some point I actually thought of buying the ring. Fun fact: at some point, she even gave me not-so-subtle hint about how much the ring should cost. So so glad I didn’t do it.

However, after we broke up, she started going around telling people all sorts of lies about me. I’m generally a private person, so I don’t really air my laundry for the world to see. That gives her perfect opportunity to say whatever the fuck she wants. And of course, the world buys her version. After all, she is charming and pretty on the outside. I was fooled once myself. Most of my friends started turning their back against me. At first I tried to explain the situation to a couple of them, but because I was angry, I came off as petty and small-minded. No one was having my back when I needed it the most, even though I treated all of them with nothing but respect all my life.

I once despised the red pill and subsequently mgtow as the rest of the world. But throughout it all, this is the only place on earth that was willing to believe that I was telling the truth and that she might be lying. It meant a lot to me.

Now as I am better — a lot better, in fact — and generally gmow, I think a bit more about friendship and how fragile it is. I see a lot of people here saying they can’t convince their friends to see through women’s bullshit and reflect on my own experience. I think this is a losing battle and you will just become a casualty if you decide to fight it. Friends come and go. They are all blinded until they are fucked over themselves. So don’t take it personally and gyow. You might meet new friends who accept your version of reality.

I wish y’all good friends in your life.