Gambit, I was exactly in your same shoes a few months ago! I went MGTOW hard after my divorce, thought I would never let a t~~~ in my life again. Then SHE showed up a few months later.
You know the story… casual sex, then hanging out on the weekends, then suddenly you realize you’ve been in a horrible relations~~~ for years and have no recollection of exactly how you got swindled into it.
I backslid and still can’t believe I fell for it.
So here’s what I was feeling before I broke it off with my last long term relationship, perhaps you feel the same way:
I felt trapped, like I was emotionally caged. I could put on a fake smile and be nice around her everyday, while inside I couldn’t WAIT for this chick to just give me five minutes alone, with some peace and quiet. She slowly took over ALL of my time, all of my future, all of ME.
I found myself acting as a “charicature” of myself, a cartoonish purple pilled version that just didn’t have the emotional or argumentative stamina to hold my ground every second of every day.
She emotionally made me tap out… I was so exhausted from constant hen pecking and bickering that it was easier to just agree with her and roll with it than get in a fight over EVERYTHING, every goddamned day.
At some point, as sorry as it is to say, it’s easier to just say, “yes dear.”
Your title is perfect. It was a slow frog boil and she took years to change from subservient housegirl/sexy fun to a raging, narcissistic, sexless c~~~ who wore the pants.
I’m still ashamed I let this happen. I finally snapped out of it when she got baby rabies baaad…
She was going to “Oopsie” the birth control. I just knew it, the writing was on the wall she was slowly smashing into.
She wanted it ALL, as we all know. She had the career and the money, now was her time to secure her last-second shotgun wedding husband and father to her downs syndrome future babies.
Thank God I went MGTOW before meeting her, the red pill was still flowing through my veins with enough potency to open my eyes to the extreme danger I was in.
The problem was now this: I still hate seeing girls cry. I don’t mean some feminist Bitch on TV, but I mean a girl I’ve been intimate with and actually cared for. Especially when I’m the one that’s going to put the proverbial knife in her heart and “ruin her dreams forever”.
It’s tough breaking up with an LTR. It just sucks, there’s no way around it, unless your sociopathic.
I had to have a Man-to-Man talk with myself for hours when I could get time alone. Reflect. What glide path was I on, if I just kept things status quote?
Ill tell you. With kids I don’t want, from a woman I don’t want to spend my life with.
So I had two options:
Get Out Now!!
Or
Suffer the consequences.
Your going to just have to break her heart brother.
My LTR had shown significant signs of becoming unhinged over the last six months of our relations~~~, and I knew she would swing on me if I broke it off in person. She would be SO loud and violent that more than likely the cops would show up, and you KNOW it would be ME taken to jail, not princess.
So did I “man up” and break up with her in person, explaining all the reasons why “it’s me, not you”, like I have so painfully throughout my many blue pill years earlier?
FUUUCK NO!!!!!
Here’s how I broke up with a girlfriend of multiple years, MGTOW style:
I packed my s~~~ in secret, got my affairs in order, made sure she wasn’t pregnant, then f~~~ing DISAPPEARED. I left a note so she wouldn’t think I was kidnapped and put out a missing persons or something. I made it clear that it was over.
I skipped the bulls~~~ emotional firestorm, the last ditch efforts at a too-late blowjob, the walking on eggshells emotional roller coaster of explaining “WHY!?!?” THROUGH MASKARA streaked tears for endless night hours.
I simply skipped all that bulls~~~. I’m not in high school, I don’t give a f~~~ about getting a “bad rep” for doing so, and it was 100 times better than any other breakup I’ve had to do.
Don’t play their games and feel like you have to “Man up” and do it in person like a bad episode of reality TV. Don’t be mean, either or she could haunt you.
Just matter-of-factly state in a short letter what is happening on YOUR terms. You are breaking it off. This is not the best for your interests. Best of luck to her.
Of course I got the teary, sobbing phone call. I was already out of the state by the time she found out and I let her know that. She had no strings to pull or ability to affect me. In one swift act, I cut all of her puppet strings and f~~~ing RAN off the plantation.
It’s the best move I’ve made in years.
Blood in, Blood out, brother. This is going to be painful, it still was for me, but it was much less so by NOT doing it in person.
Give her the pink slip. Get the F~~~ Out.
In 48 hours you will feel 100 times better than you have since you met the woman who is trying to lock you down.
I know I do, I have MY LIFE BACK!!! I actually have agency over my time, my thoughts, my productivity, my sleep. I finally don’t have to answer for my actions like I’m a child in grammar school.
Get Out before it’s too late brother! If your thinking it, she can sense it. She WILL try to lock you down, even with an “Oopsie! We’re Pregnant!”
ghost 2 years, 5 months ago.
