I'm 42...and like many, many men raised in my generation I wasted twenty years of my life constantly chasing after unicorn women and relationships. I think my experiences are pretty typical in some ways.

It's been said that the average white American male is the loneliest human being in history. They have the fewest friends of any race or gender and the weakest family ties of any group in the world.

Growing up I had no close relationship to my father, who was a typical "hen-pecked husband" as the euphemism goes. It's more accurate to say my father was emotionally abused by my chronically depressed and angry mother. My father was a good guy and like most good guys tried to appease my mother's rages and depressions by using the only tool he had in his emotional toolbox...submissiveness. He thought that if he could just be "nicer" to her or be more "accommodating" that she would see he was a good guy and stop being such a psycho bitch. If he was just nice enough she would somehow snap out of it and be happy. As a young man married in the 1970's my Dad didn't have the information available to him that we do today, information that would tell him his strategy was the exact opposite of what he needed to do. Instead of getting better my Mom just got nastier and my father just shut down emotionally. So I had no male role model growing up, at least not a good one. He never gave me any useful life advice, emotional support, or validation. And the only social skills I learned from him were to compromise and surrender in the face of female anger.

High school exacerbated my feelings or isolation and my dysfunctional relationship with women. Having no emotional connection with my family I looked for friends at school, but I wasn't smart enough to be friends with the nerds and I wasn't athletic enough to be friends with the jocks. The stoners didn't want me either. But the girls? The girls seemed to like me. They didn't want to date me, but they thought I was funny and a great friend. At long last I finally found a group that would give me the smallest measure of validation and acceptance. Well, so long as I did things for them and told them how pretty and awesome and magical they were. Yeah, they seemed to love me as long as I did that. If I failed to "help" them when they asked or tell them that they were "right" about a certain situation - they withdraw their love and grew cold and distant. Lesson learned! Never stop giving them what they want and they will always love you. Right?

Yeah, you can probably see where this is going.

I spent my 20's and 30's obsessed with either finding a girlfriend or keeping a girlfriend. Red Flag number one was that I didn't actually have a list of attributes or "Must Haves" for my future soulmate. So long as she was at least average looking and had a pussy I would be "in love" with her. Red Flag number two was that I never actually picked my girlfriends (my self-esteem was too low to approach girls to ask them out. Remember this is pre-internet 90's. No Facebook. No texting. No Meetups. You had to go to bars and ask them out face-to-face). So as a result the only girls I dated were the girls that approached me and asked me out.

And what kind of girls are attracted to a mildly successful neurotic mess with his own apartment who is also hyper-accommodating, desperate to please, and will back down at the slightest hint of female displeasure?

Emotional predators and gold-digging opportunists, that's who.

Damaged and unscrupulous women who were either looking for an emotional punching bag/live-in therapist to tell them how awesome they were or gold-diggers willing to trade once-a-week sex for free room and board. Usually a combination of both.

No woman is actually attracted to a man that has such low self-esteem that he will do whatever a woman says because he is terrified that she might leave him - but those types of men make excellent resources. I shudder to think about how much of my time, how much of my money, how much of my life has been wasted. How much of my time and money was siphoned away by women were just using me to make their lives better. No one told me I was just a low-level employee working at Pussy, Inc.

In 2016 our culture is obsessed with talking about "rape culture" or "bro culture" - but no one ever talks about female abusers.

Thank god for the internet and MGTOW! Now at least young men have a chance - there's information aviable to educate men about the culture of financial rape that entitled women participate in every day. Information about the culture of emotional abuse that is encoded into the psychological DNA of every Western woman. 20-something men have a fighting chance because at least now they know there IS a fight going on and relationships aren't like the movies.