Quick intro: I've been a lurker over at MRA and other related subreddits and websites for about six months now. I've pretty much kept up to date with most of the current topics in men's rights and in red pill ideas. So, when this happened, I thought you guys might enjoy my story.

I'm currently living with my brother in a small apartment in a suburb of Dallas. Let's call him Drew. Both Drew and I are similar in a lot of ways. We share common interests and hobbies. He has the worst taste in women and got burned because of it. Because he's well educated and is pretty rational in general, he has learned through trial and error about shit tests and the like, and how to deal with them (well, mostly). But in general, he's a blue pill factory.

Drew met his current girlfriend online through a dating site and they jumped headlong into an LTR. They probably had about two dates before they moved into the LTR.

For financial reasons, she moved in with us at the start of the summer. She's a college student, and can't afford an apartment on the type of money she'd be making. So the white knight steps in and offers her our place, rent free. In exchange for rent, her duties included keeping the common areas clean and cooking semi-regularly so I don't have to when I get home from work (my income and his unemployment make it possible to live where we do).

Generally speaking, its our rule that I don't get involved in his sex life if he doesn't get involved in mine. So when she came to live with us, I mostly paid her no attention, and went on with my life.

I get home from work and I can hear shouting from our apartment. Its pretty late as I have a long commute, and as I go up to see what the hell is going on I notice all the lights are on, I notice that the front door is open.

They're standing in the living room going at it like George Foreman and Muhammad Ali. Because my memory isn't that good and I can't remember what they said exactly, suffice it to say she was not happy at all that she had to cook.

But I didn't write this to describe the first bit of the conversation. The worst part was when my brother said "If you won't cook, and you won't clean, you need to pay rent."

Shit hit the fan.

In no time flat she was on the floor (literally), bawling her eyes out. I work with children. All I could think of was a very ugly two year old in a tantrum because she didn't get her cookie. I had never seen a supposedly grown woman act like this. I sat and watched as Drew tried to plead with her to stop crying about how he was being unfair and how the only reason she had to cook was that I (she used the phrase "that fucking bastard," by which she meant me) was to lazy to do it himself, so she was forced to. I did my best "who, me?", went into my room, and locked the door.

The next morning my brother told me that after I left, she ran into the bathroom and locked the door, refusing to come out (I did a similar thing when I was 5). Fortunately my brother had some red pill left over and decided to just leave her to sit in her own shit test for a while. I then told Drew that if she ever pulled that kind of shit again, she would be gone. He agreed.

That was a few months ago, and its happened a few times since. Every single time I remind him of our agreement, but because he "loves" her he probably will never pull the plug. Start of semester cannot come fast enough.