This community brought me so much. I survived thanks to you guys. I survived because you guys explain what is the cold, hard truth about men and women.

They are just as despicable as us and whatever society wants you to think, this is the sad truth: if men are pigs who in the end only want to have sex, then women are hypergamist shrews who are only with you to temporarily make you provide for her before she leaves you for another cuck.

This is the sad truth. My experience with my ex fiancée told me so. She would leave me at the altar two months before the wedding for a short dicked, beer belly fat bastard to cure her daddy issues. A mariage I never wanted but she begged me to organise it, pay for it for years. Then she wanted to fuck this guy but I realised it before it happened.

I made her face her responsibilities, because women are more committed and mature than men, right? I told her she had the choice between being faithful and getting married or do whatever she wanted with her body but it would be without me. She made her choice then fell into the gutter to lead her "empowering independent feminist life" of fucking every dickhead possible.

Her words and the words of all the "good" people that surrounded her to "help her" through this hard time. If she wanted to fuck another guy before the wedding, it must have been because something was wrong with me, right? She's a woman, after all and women are always good to their husband. "Happy wife, happy life".

Well, indeed! That was a perfect justification. So she proceeded into accusing me of raping her during our whole relationship, for seven fucking years. The perfect accusation: she doesn't have to prove anything and I can't prove anything. I am just the most despicable human being on Earth, period. People won't simply think it through for a second. Why would someone want to marry her rapist? But, yeah, she's a woman, so she's good. She must have been into some sort of controlling thing from the guy, right?

I have never harmed her. Never hit her. Never even pushed her or something. I did my job perfectly during all these years. I was always trying to be a nice guy and a future good husband. So, of course, raping her was the most absurd accusation. Never in every possible parallel universes I could do that to the woman I love. But still, it will always work in western society. And you will feel guilty for a crime you didn't do. Because you know why? All these years you were making love, you were actually just a pig raping her, you were just a bad lover all the way and you disgusted her.

In the midst of depression and swallowing all sort of pills and days of self questioning yourself and what you did wrong, you simply forget this simple, legit yet logical question: so why did she stay with you for so long? Why did you have to force her to take a grown-up decision: being faithful or leaving? Simple, she stayed because you were providing for her. She just wanted even more and wouldn't care less for balance or equality in your couple. She wants equal rights but no equal responsibilities. She's a woman, she just deserves the best without conditions. You are the man and this is your job.

During all these years, I worked my ass off for both of us. For both of us to be happy. For both of us to have a decent life. For both of us to live in a good flat. For both of us to get married and have kids later, because she wanted to. I paid for everything. If a man would do what she did, he would have been the worst freeloader ever. Not to mention, for seven years I was a 100% faithful, to the point that I was avoiding eye contact with other women in the bus. Because she asked me to be committed. I was being the nice guy. I simply can't tell how I was after all of this collapsed. It was like dying a thousand times. A year long agony.

But I stumbled upon TRP.

I don't remember why, I don't remember how. And this saved me. Seeing, reading, watching all of this saved me. I was not going to be the nice guy anymore. I was going to be a good man. I finally understood the rules. I swallowed it all. And it fucking saved me. I was hanging every evening after work this noose on my ceiling, trying to find the courage. But instead I found the courage to stay and move on to something new in people like the ones on this board. And inside me.

Because this is all what the Red Pill is about: finding the courage to take care of yourself first. Because no one else will. Because you have been taught your whole life that your wife or girlfriend will if you are a good husband and if you provide. Truth is she will always only take care of herself. You are nothing to her but a way to get resources. And she will leave anytime for what she thinks is a better provider, the archetypal alpha male or what they think he is. This is how women are programmed and nothing have been done for decades to make them realise that and take their own responsibilities out of it.

Since then, I have been dating on and off. And it only confirmed what I learned. Women disgust me as much as men, us, and our absurd urge to fuck everything that has a vagina. At least we are honest about it. I can't say I am MGTOW but I see crystal clear in their game now and I try to avoid when it is obviously too crazy. And 99% of the time it is. Trying to control you, change you, make you commit to in the end take everything and break you. They want you to be their toys.

They are always here, silently judging you and how much you can protect and provide. They don't love you like men love women, they only love the things you can provide to them. How many poetry do you know written by a woman to seduce a man? Look outside, how many houses have they built to provide their man shelter and security? It is close to zero. We, the nice guys, have always been the one who do that.

And now I see it. I am redpilled.

So I decided to get a tattoo. A red pill on my ring finger, where a wedding ring may never be. To remind me, until I'm dead that men are disposable. That you are just a number and she will never be yours like you are hers. To remind me to never commit to someone who won't commit as much as I do, which is 99% of the women, regardless of what they say. Only commit to yourself. Then women will come to you like flies are attracted to honey.