A couple of weeks ago I got laid-off, out of nowhere. No bad reviews, didn't piss anybody off... ffffuuu... But it’s okay now because I am very heavily networked in my city and already have an offer on the table.

Nevertheless, is messed with my head. My girlfriend has stated to me many times that I could turn to her if I was ever stressed about things. And on top of that, she’s work with and for some of the same people as me. I've never played that “I’m stressed” card she supposedly gave me.

Tonight, I picked her up and we went out to dinner. I was looking forward to having her stay over when she says, “I think I should stay at my place tonight.” Huh?

It suddenly dawned on me that I had been all pissy throughout the meal and venting to her about my VP a lot. I realized that was most-likely why she just wanted to go home and not see me like that.

But a little tipsy, I got angry and thought, “She wants me to ‘turn to her if I’m stressed,’ she wants me to treat her like an industry colleague and this is what I get? No empathy? No emotional support?” I seriously saw red and had visions of dumping her right there.

But then thought, “WTF? This is how women are. Am I gonna start dating men?” No. this is what I signed up for. Getting angry with her about not wanting to be around her whiny, pissy boyfriend is stupid, and futile.

It was straight up blue pill of her to tell me that I could ‘turn to her’ and it’s straight-up blue pill of me to have believed it. So I calmed down said, “OK, I’ll see you tomorrow then, babe” And that was that.

I’m still angry about tonight, but not at her. I’m angry at the ridiculous expectations that blue pill thinking leaves me with. Obviously, I don't hate her. I love her. But that blue pill...

TL;DR – Girlfriend shows serious lack of empathy. I’m frustrated. I then realize that my frustration isn't really with her, but with a blue pill mindset.

CLARIFICATION: When the hammer fell, my GF stayed over here for several nights cooking, helping me with my resume and 'servicing' me as I licked my wounds. That was 2 weeks ago. After hitting the bricks for a few days, I literally declared that I was 'over it.' And then I went ahead and continued bitching about my soon-to-be-former VP anyway.

I backslid and she, more than likely, was disappointed in that. I'd rather fix the backslide than look for a new woman who finds pissiness in men attractive.