How’s it going, folks? My moniker is GrimProphecy but I also go by ‘Z’ occasionally. Here’s a bit of context for the story I’m about to tell you.
I was raised by a single mother, and seldom got to see my father at times due to distance and constant complaints from my mom. When I began to get older, I started working with my father in the family business, which he owns, which was a very formative time of my adolescence. He gave me more responsibilities and freedom to make my own decisions, and at twelve years old, I could work alongside other men and not be considered a lesser employee for my age. In my teenage years I struggled with opiate addiction and alcoholism, and I still do struggle with alcohol from time to time.
My first experience with the manipulative, controlling, capricious nature of women came at an early age, my mother often attempted to turn me against my father. Later, in various tumultuous relationships, I learned more about these traits of women, and fellow men who would put women far above their own friends. A big wake-up call came when my father found his new girlfriend, four or five years ago. She is as manipulative and passive-aggressive as they come. She turned my father against me, gradually. She never did her fair share at work and expected more pay than I was given. Now, because of her, I can very seldom have contact with my father. I realized fully the immature, entitled, narcissistic traits common to the modern Western woman, at this time.
The most massive wake-up call for me, arrived just over a month ago. November 1st. I had been in a steady long-distance relationship with a young woman who was from Southeast Asia, for around nine months. A little more context for this story, I have struggled with mental illness for most of my life. I suffer from paranoia, severe depression, some degree of anxiety, a little delusional thinking and at times, severe insomnia. Now, for the main part of the story.
This woman I was with for nine months, gradually I began to realize that she was a feminist. Commonly she would talk about fat-acceptance, slut-shaming, misogyny, and various other terms often used by the Tumblr-feminist horde. However, I chose to ignore these flaws. I figured, since she had been born in a predominantly Muslim nation, things were different there and her opinions had been formed by that. I was absolutely in love with this woman, far beyond my better judgment, as I had been burned before.
Gradually, I realized that she used my mental illness to manipulate and control me. She would toy with my emotions, knowing full-well how depressed I often got, knowing full-well that I had struggled with suicidal thoughts and tendencies for many years, knowing how unstable my mind would often become. She essentially played games with my illness. For a long time, I had my illness under control, but gradually as she worked her way in, my mind became worse and worse until I was considering suicide every last day. She made me feel that I could not live without her, that I couldn’t go-on, and she would threaten to leave constantly and become angry and disconnected if I didn’t agree with her. Later, I knew this was a control mechanism, but I didn’t know that at the time.
Things finally came to a head on November 1st. Our relationship had grown entirely unstable and damaging, especially for me. I told her a story about my past, one that I was very affected by, a time in my life that was severely dark. Essentially, she laughed at me. She then proceeded to say that she didn’t want a relationship anymore, but wanted to remain friends. After that, she basically dared me to commit suicide.
After several days, I came to the epiphany that I absolutely did not need this sort of bulls~~~ in my life. She was not worthy of my time, never had been, and never would be. And frankly, I realized that I had never really loved her to begin with, and obviously she had never loved me. She had acted nice and affectionate to catch me in her web, had repeated this whenever it seemed I would stray, and any other time was a callous and controlling bitch. On November 8th, I cut her off entirely. I ceased all communications with her after several days of deliberating on the right path. I came to the realization that my mind was improving greatly, my moods were not so unstable, my life no longer seemed a chaotic and meaningless mess. She had been the bad influence on my life, and that I was really, truly immeasurably happier without her, to be alone, to be in solitude.
So that’s how I became a MGHOW. My awful interactions with many women over the years, the terrible effects on my life and mental state due to the actions and words of women, these built up until finally I realized that I don’t need the toxic influence of petty, capricious, vain, frivolous women in my life at all. Some might say that I generalize when I say that 95% of women act and are this way from birth, but I truly believe it. Thanks to Third Wave Feminism, relationships and especially marriage have become a loser’s game. And I’ll not buy-in any longer.
Thanks for reading, and have an awesome day.
SamMGTOW 5 years, 1 month ago.
