Idk about you guys, the red pill is a recovery program for me. I'm an addict (haven't used since my last relapse just over a year ago been vigilantly staying clean for two and some change) I never hit bottom.

The red pill I took for a reason. I had a woman break my heart and the series of revelations that followed brought me to my knees.

What happened to make you swallow the red pill? Its story time. Also bonus question at the end.

(To be fair she used my attachment after we broke up to hurt me as much as possible) you see heroin, when you stop you withdraw for three days then you are just really depressed for a while, you occasionally crave it but it's manageable.

I began to realize all women are like that, which is cool for the future, you just change how you move and take it on. Then you look back.

I was raised by women, most of my friends until leaving highschool were women. I'd do things girls like, movie night, invite them over and cook them dinner, be their therapist, hell on prom night I did 5 girls hair and makeup (I have a gay cousin who now runs a salon and he taught me well) none of which went to prom with me I even fixed their cars for them.

When I got into drugs I had two girls on my crew and we had more than enough to support our habits and a nice cash flow.

One is dead the other rolled one of our partners and sent him to jail and his son into the system so she could go to a cushy rehab in Florida.

It began to dawn on me that all these people I cared so much about really didn't give a fuck about me as a person. They cared about what I bring to the table, free awesome food, emotional tampons, free cosmetic services etc.

I was a joke, my kindness was taken for weakness and stupidity. Que anger phase because it dawned that I was nothing more than a whale of a beta buck and an orbiter for most of my life.

If the red pill had a flavor what would it be?