Long time lurker, first time posting. I’ve been reading TRP stuff for a while and had success with the bar scene, ONS, etc. I met this petit 7 (we’ll call her Amber) at a basketball game about a year ago. We exchanged numbers and started dating. I had told myself I wouldn’t accept anything less than a redheaded 8 for LTR, but I made an exception for Amber. She had a pretty good head on her shoulders (didn’t like feminism, thought that courts were skewered in favor of men in custody cases, and agreed that SOs should try to look good for each other). Plus, she was in her mid-twenties but had only been with 2 other men in the past (I know most chicks lie through their asses about their body count, but she was a confirmed LTR kind of girl and didn’t like the bar/club scene).

I laid the groundwork for what the dynamic would be early on. Had her doing my laundry within the first two weeks. Put my foot down when she was thinking of getting a tattoo. And being a more generous lover than I would care to admit (i.e. eating out), I made sure the sex was great. Things were going smoothly for a while, then the inevitable shit tests. The mood swings. Pouting when I wouldn’t give in to her demands to do this or that around the house. Displays of obvious dissatisfaction over her holiday gifts (women being women always needing moar moar moar). Most alarming was this sullenness that took over her whenever I insisted on using my own condoms during sex. I would not compromise on this point (for the reasons all TRP men should know), and she would respond with either lackluster sex or denying me altogether. The breaking point was last Valentine’s Day, which I remember pretty vividly. We enjoyed a nice dinner, but then of course the mood soured when she deemed my gift (a book that I liked and thought she should read also) inadequate. Never mind that I paid for the whole fancy dinner, right? We went back to her place, and after some halfhearted fumbling on her part, she reached over to grab the condoms in her nightstand. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the living room to grab my own condoms in my coat pocket. When I got back to the bedroom, she was laying there rolled up in her blanket and facing the wall. I was getting pretty tired of her shit at this point. So without saying anything, I just started getting dressed and ready to leave. As I put my hand on the door knob, just as I expected (her hamster wouldn’t let me leave that easily), she turned around and snapped

If you’re THAT paranoid about me getting pregnant, then she shouldn’t be having sex.

I felt like my worst fears about her were confirmed at this point, but I’m not one to lose frame easily. I just smirked and said

You’re right, babe. From now on, you’ll just blow me. Maybe then you’ll get halfway decent at it.

What happened after...whew boy. She basically lunged at me from the bed and tried to sock me across the face. She’s 5’3”, I’m 6’2”. I swatted her fist away like nothing and firmly grabbed both of her shoulders. I stared down into her eyes and said without raising my volume

If you lay your hands on me, I can’t be held responsible for my actions. And you’re sorely mistaken if you think I give a shit whether you call the police.

I could feel the anger and shock emanating from her, but she didn’t move. I left her standing there and went back to my place. Judging by how pissed she was, I was slightly concerned that she might make up some bullshit rape story against me, but I held off contacting her till she emailed me a week later. It was pretty long and chock full of her feelz, feelz, feelz. But she did say that she was truly sorry for her actions and that she wanted to work things out. I didn’t think she had been yet punished enough, so I just wrote back “k”. More emails, texts, and calls later, I decided to take her back but made it clear to her that this was all tentative (I was mulling over whether I should just demote her as a plate, which in hindsight I should’ve done). From this point on she didn’t give me any trouble about the condom issue, kept the sex steady and flowing, and generally stayed pretty docile. On my part, I “forgave” and went back to my usual demeanor, except for upping the dread game slightly to keep her in the docile mode (there was a new ops assistant at my job who definitely wanted it). I was pretty happy with how things were going and didn’t think anything was wrong, until last week when she suddenly ended it. I asked her why, and her response was that usual bs “it’s not working out.” I’m pretty certain there’s no other man in the picture, and I almost wish there was, because then it would at least make sense with everything I know about women (vine-swinging, hypergamy, etc.). I have successfully restrained myself from contacting her and I have a casual lay lined up for tonight (met her at the gym, got a little pouch on her but big tits. It’ll do for now), but I need to be beta at the moment and admit I’m kinda reeling from all this. I seriously need to know, what the hell went wrong?

TL;DR: Did everything right in a LTR. Bitch still blindsided me and I want to know what went wrong.