Hey,
I have not been around this forum in a long while. I wanted to make this post as a lesson, to share my story, and keep other men from making the same mistakes I did. I have hesitated because I have some very complicated stuff to deal with, but I believe that I am far enough under the radar that my online identity won't be tracked here, nor that my story will hurt my situation, unless by association to this forum. If you are interested in sharing this.. please do not, not right now. I can't stop anyone, but I do ask that of the people here. I am not inexperienced with gaming girls; but I fell for a classic mistake. I had been with a fair amount of girls (not a lot, but I did okay enough), and then I found one I thought was different. One that I respected, because she didn't try to screw around while she was young; who seemed to have strong morals.
Many men that visit this forum are tasting the red pill for the first time. Many are still staring at the pills, wondering which they really want to take. I want to tell you all to take the red pill, and don't look back. A common catch-phrase I know is that NAWALT, spoken by those who have not been burned before; and I will say back, yes, AWALT. There are no exceptions.
[ December, 2013 ]
I had been dating an older gal for a bit; that ended. Within a week or so, I got connected up with a girl in a church, started attending some of the meetups for it (not interested in the girl I connected up with; she was chubby, but social connections helped). I met a few other girls on the side via the church, as well, that I went out with. In the second week of December, I met the girl that this story is about. We started going out, went strong. I met her at a small restaurant, straight away we hit it off. Went out the next night.. and almost every night thereafter. Took her virginity the second night we went out. Very christian girl. At the time, she was 21 years old. No alcohol required for her, though. Let's call her Mary, for the sake of an identifier.
Things progressed quickly. The first roadblock; that girl that I connected up with for the church started calling girls I had known / asked out / etc and told them lots of bad stuff about me, that I was a player, that I'd ruin their hearts and lives. Parents were called of these girls (all of them between the ages of 19 and 22, not like they were very young!). Crazy, right? Didn't matter for the other girls, but this one, I was actually dating. At that point we had seen each other 6 nights a week for the whole 3 weeks prior. So let me put it this way; her parents started not liking me then.
[ One Month in ]
She tells me she loves me. Great. Another week later, I say it back. I was managing the relationship fine, but hey, it goes how it goes. We had fun, a great time. Step by step we progress through our relationship. She was very submissive to me, she was artistic and fun. Great sex.
[ 3 Months in ]
We were truly dating, in a relationship. I held up my end. I got in trouble a few times for macking around town with some friends, but never cheated. Her parents started throwing drama at her (not me). Mary's mother was a neurotic control freak, and was not happy with her first-born daughter's course in life. Second daughter was the favored one - married and a baby while still a teenager. Multiple bogus "career" type stuff she was doing, and was only getting bigger. Etc etc. Mary was working as a careworker for smaller kids and a special needs home, taking care of adults with mental and physical disabilities. She was the caring type, a motherly type.
[ 4 months in ]
Mary's mother throwing up drama eventually resulted in her getting kicked out. Took her car. They both worked at one place the same; ended up with Mary getting fired from both her jobs due to the complications (they had helped each other manage scheduling, so she could keep her jobs). So where does she go? Really, they wanted her to come crawling back to them. That was the whole goal. But I took her in. I was at the time living with my parents. I took her in, shared my car. Shared my life, and shared my family. Fast forward more. The relationship deepened. It was honestly great in a lot of ways. She went through several jobs and then found a great fit for her; she had tried sales and other things, and went back to a full-time personal nanny. Consistent pay & they even gave her vacation pay. It was good money (we'll say equivalent to $17 an hour, full time), for someone with no degree.
[ 6+ months in ]
We shared everything; took trips together. Eventually had a joint bank account. Joint car, after my old one finally died and was too expensive to fix. No phone passwords, because we trusted each other. This was the girl with morals, with faith, that stood by me. Supported me when I was trying to be the entrepreneur I knew I could be. I made exceptions for her in my head. She was a virgin.. I was the only guy she had ever slept with. We had great sex; two or three times a day. Trying new things. Always experimenting. But chill; we were both fairly introverted. She had a set of morals that I admired. I went to church sometimes with her, because I didn't want her to lose that set of morals. She was head over heels for me.
[ 18+ months in ]
As time went on, her family had apologized to her. She always wanted family in her life. She spoke of her dreams that our families could eventually be friends, even after the drama when she was kicked out (rude messages were sent to my parents, for us taking her in - because it wasn't "christian"). It seemed like maybe they had learned their lesson. Nope, I learned mine. I encouraged her to spend some time with family. She spent more and more time. I'd go with her. We all spent a fair bit of time. There was always small things. She'd always comment on how annoyed she was that her mother kept asking her to come over so much. Or how they would react if we moved out together. She was still just as head over heels for me as when we met.
[ 30+ months in ]
Family situation seemed fine. Everything seemed great. We decided to move out together. My friend was renting us a room for cheap. I broke the news to her parents; they were not happy, but they were still happy for us. They encouraged us to get married, actually. I was considering it. I had a ring I could give her, my great grandmother's. I was hesitant, because I wasn't sure I would want kids as soon as she did. But she also was waiting until my company was taking off. So I thought things would work great. Her birthday was coming up. We had a celebration at her parents house. Somehow I left my phone there, it was dead and had fallen out of my pocket. Didn't think anything of it. She picked it up on her way home from work the next day. Her brother had charged it, apparently, so I thought, hey, useful. She knew what was on my phone, so wasn't worried.
[ 2 weeks ago ]
Not long after moving in together, we were putting together new furniture, making plans for a theme park, planning our trip that was happening the next month. It was amazing. Our lives were moving forward. Happy days. Then her mother wants to go out to lunch with her. I say, hey, go ahead. She wanted to reschedule to dinner, but mother declined, would not do it. Was going to cancel, but I said go ahead. She left with a kiss and hug and said to look forward to tonight. We texted a bit after; finalizing some plans. She said she loves me, she'll see me soon.
I didn't hear anything back for a while - wasn't worried, I was working, she was out and about. 3 hours after she left - her family barged into the house. Telling me that she will be moving out for a few days. I was confused. Horribly confused. But I said okay, said I want to talk to her. Tried calling, no answers. They started grabbing her clothes. I stood back and tried to contact her. I knew something was wrong, but I thought we would be able to talk. Then they started grabbing the furniture. I knew something was really wrong then. I said get out of my house, I'm going to call the cops. They started saying some bull about not having the right, because of joint rental (except she was not there, so uhh...) and then her dad yelled at me the classic accusation, threatening to call the cops on me.
I started to dial the cops to get them out, but they just left. I couldn't exactly stop 3 against 1 (not small guys), so they basically grabbed all the new furniture (it was only 4 pieces, but still, all the small stuff on the side I didn't see them grab as well). I could not reach her, either. I had no idea what to do at that point. My landlord (& friend) called and her mother answered (not her!). They staged an intervention with Mary, essentially. My mother got a message from her mother about control, and how she kept finding ways around her family's expectations, and that they needed to preserve harmony in the family. I checked the bank account. It had been cleared out before the family even got to the house. All the money we had been saving together. Gone. Poof.
I was left here to pick up the pieces.
I called a police well-check on her, at her family's. I at this point, had thought they had just taken her phone, and she was shut down, confused, not knowing what to do. In retrospect, she still went along with what they wanted. So the story was different. She, however, did tell the officer she was upset with her parents. And that she would be in touch with me soon.
[ The next day ]
I was sure that she had not really intended any of this. I was ticked off, but I thought that maybe if she could get away from her family's, we could talk, some kind of resolution could be made. I was sure I was fighting with her family. I'm sure I played right into what they wanted. I called them, demanded my furniture back (it was paid for on a credit card in my name; that hadn't even been paid off yet). I had been left with the entire last month's of bills (we were building credit score, with auto payments for the full balance) and no money. They took my last work paycheck, direct deposited that morning. So I demanded it back and asked for a civil standby, because I wanted to make sure there was a witness. They told the police to F-off, and us to F-off, and that they "don't have anything of mine" and that they do not want us near their property.
[ One week ago ]
You might not be surprised to hear a detective showed up at my house.. I cannot give real details here because this is still in the allegations phase. No charges have been filed. To give the minor details, it was referring to events months ago for a few things we had experimented with and then texted about - everything that was fine at the time, fun, many discussions had about it to try new things and have more fun in the bedroom. You see, another in a long list of lessons; her family had gone through my phone. And then also gone through hers. Everything personal. Every picture (yes, even those). Every text message. Every argument, every bathroom selfie she sent showing skin. Her parents will read what they want from it - and just keep in mind they are neurotic hyper-evangelical christian types, that use christianity as an excuse to control (well, primarily the mother).
A couple weeks after this all started, I am sitting here writing this. I am moving on with my life. I have learned a level of cynicism that I had hoped never to have. I am still dealing with the frustrations. I have no idea if I will be paying a bloody fortune shortly. But I am still moving on, emotionally. I am becoming colder. More calculating. More motivated to set my life up properly. I am not going my own way; but I have lost that innocence, that willingness to believe that a unicorn existed.
I have not been around this forum in a long while. I wanted to make this post as a lesson, to share my story, and keep other men from making the same mistakes I did. I have hesitated because I have some very complicated stuff to deal with, but I believe that I am far enough under the radar that my online identity won't be tracked here, nor that my story will hurt my situation, unless by association to this forum. If you are interested in sharing this.. please do not, not right now. I can't stop anyone, but I do ask that of the people here. I am not inexperienced with gaming girls; but I fell for a classic mistake. I had been with a fair amount of girls (not a lot, but I did okay enough), and then I found one I thought was different. One that I respected, because she didn't try to screw around while she was young; who seemed to have strong morals.
Many men that visit this forum are tasting the red pill for the first time. Many are still staring at the pills, wondering which they really want to take. I want to tell you all to take the red pill, and don't look back. A common catch-phrase I know is that NAWALT, spoken by those who have not been burned before; and I will say back, yes, AWALT. There are no exceptions.
[ December, 2013 ]
I had been dating an older gal for a bit; that ended. Within a week or so, I got connected up with a girl in a church, started attending some of the meetups for it (not interested in the girl I connected up with; she was chubby, but social connections helped). I met a few other girls on the side via the church, as well, that I went out with. In the second week of December, I met the girl that this story is about. We started going out, went strong. I met her at a small restaurant, straight away we hit it off. Went out the next night.. and almost every night thereafter. Took her virginity the second night we went out. Very christian girl. At the time, she was 21 years old. No alcohol required for her, though. Let's call her Mary, for the sake of an identifier.
Things progressed quickly. The first roadblock; that girl that I connected up with for the church started calling girls I had known / asked out / etc and told them lots of bad stuff about me, that I was a player, that I'd ruin their hearts and lives. Parents were called of these girls (all of them between the ages of 19 and 22, not like they were very young!). Crazy, right? Didn't matter for the other girls, but this one, I was actually dating. At that point we had seen each other 6 nights a week for the whole 3 weeks prior. So let me put it this way; her parents started not liking me then.
[ One Month in ]
She tells me she loves me. Great. Another week later, I say it back. I was managing the relationship fine, but hey, it goes how it goes. We had fun, a great time. Step by step we progress through our relationship. She was very submissive to me, she was artistic and fun. Great sex.
[ 3 Months in ]
We were truly dating, in a relationship. I held up my end. I got in trouble a few times for macking around town with some friends, but never cheated. Her parents started throwing drama at her (not me). Mary's mother was a neurotic control freak, and was not happy with her first-born daughter's course in life. Second daughter was the favored one - married and a baby while still a teenager. Multiple bogus "career" type stuff she was doing, and was only getting bigger. Etc etc. Mary was working as a careworker for smaller kids and a special needs home, taking care of adults with mental and physical disabilities. She was the caring type, a motherly type.
[ 4 months in ]
Mary's mother throwing up drama eventually resulted in her getting kicked out. Took her car. They both worked at one place the same; ended up with Mary getting fired from both her jobs due to the complications (they had helped each other manage scheduling, so she could keep her jobs). So where does she go? Really, they wanted her to come crawling back to them. That was the whole goal. But I took her in. I was at the time living with my parents. I took her in, shared my car. Shared my life, and shared my family. Fast forward more. The relationship deepened. It was honestly great in a lot of ways. She went through several jobs and then found a great fit for her; she had tried sales and other things, and went back to a full-time personal nanny. Consistent pay & they even gave her vacation pay. It was good money (we'll say equivalent to $17 an hour, full time), for someone with no degree.
[ 6+ months in ]
We shared everything; took trips together. Eventually had a joint bank account. Joint car, after my old one finally died and was too expensive to fix. No phone passwords, because we trusted each other. This was the girl with morals, with faith, that stood by me. Supported me when I was trying to be the entrepreneur I knew I could be. I made exceptions for her in my head. She was a virgin.. I was the only guy she had ever slept with. We had great sex; two or three times a day. Trying new things. Always experimenting. But chill; we were both fairly introverted. She had a set of morals that I admired. I went to church sometimes with her, because I didn't want her to lose that set of morals. She was head over heels for me.
[ 18+ months in ]
As time went on, her family had apologized to her. She always wanted family in her life. She spoke of her dreams that our families could eventually be friends, even after the drama when she was kicked out (rude messages were sent to my parents, for us taking her in - because it wasn't "christian"). It seemed like maybe they had learned their lesson. Nope, I learned mine. I encouraged her to spend some time with family. She spent more and more time. I'd go with her. We all spent a fair bit of time. There was always small things. She'd always comment on how annoyed she was that her mother kept asking her to come over so much. Or how they would react if we moved out together. She was still just as head over heels for me as when we met.
[ 30+ months in ]
Family situation seemed fine. Everything seemed great. We decided to move out together. My friend was renting us a room for cheap. I broke the news to her parents; they were not happy, but they were still happy for us. They encouraged us to get married, actually. I was considering it. I had a ring I could give her, my great grandmother's. I was hesitant, because I wasn't sure I would want kids as soon as she did. But she also was waiting until my company was taking off. So I thought things would work great. Her birthday was coming up. We had a celebration at her parents house. Somehow I left my phone there, it was dead and had fallen out of my pocket. Didn't think anything of it. She picked it up on her way home from work the next day. Her brother had charged it, apparently, so I thought, hey, useful. She knew what was on my phone, so wasn't worried.
[ 2 weeks ago ]
Not long after moving in together, we were putting together new furniture, making plans for a theme park, planning our trip that was happening the next month. It was amazing. Our lives were moving forward. Happy days. Then her mother wants to go out to lunch with her. I say, hey, go ahead. She wanted to reschedule to dinner, but mother declined, would not do it. Was going to cancel, but I said go ahead. She left with a kiss and hug and said to look forward to tonight. We texted a bit after; finalizing some plans. She said she loves me, she'll see me soon.
I didn't hear anything back for a while - wasn't worried, I was working, she was out and about. 3 hours after she left - her family barged into the house. Telling me that she will be moving out for a few days. I was confused. Horribly confused. But I said okay, said I want to talk to her. Tried calling, no answers. They started grabbing her clothes. I stood back and tried to contact her. I knew something was wrong, but I thought we would be able to talk. Then they started grabbing the furniture. I knew something was really wrong then. I said get out of my house, I'm going to call the cops. They started saying some bull about not having the right, because of joint rental (except she was not there, so uhh...) and then her dad yelled at me the classic accusation, threatening to call the cops on me.
I started to dial the cops to get them out, but they just left. I couldn't exactly stop 3 against 1 (not small guys), so they basically grabbed all the new furniture (it was only 4 pieces, but still, all the small stuff on the side I didn't see them grab as well). I could not reach her, either. I had no idea what to do at that point. My landlord (& friend) called and her mother answered (not her!). They staged an intervention with Mary, essentially. My mother got a message from her mother about control, and how she kept finding ways around her family's expectations, and that they needed to preserve harmony in the family. I checked the bank account. It had been cleared out before the family even got to the house. All the money we had been saving together. Gone. Poof.
I was left here to pick up the pieces.
I called a police well-check on her, at her family's. I at this point, had thought they had just taken her phone, and she was shut down, confused, not knowing what to do. In retrospect, she still went along with what they wanted. So the story was different. She, however, did tell the officer she was upset with her parents. And that she would be in touch with me soon.
[ The next day ]
I was sure that she had not really intended any of this. I was ticked off, but I thought that maybe if she could get away from her family's, we could talk, some kind of resolution could be made. I was sure I was fighting with her family. I'm sure I played right into what they wanted. I called them, demanded my furniture back (it was paid for on a credit card in my name; that hadn't even been paid off yet). I had been left with the entire last month's of bills (we were building credit score, with auto payments for the full balance) and no money. They took my last work paycheck, direct deposited that morning. So I demanded it back and asked for a civil standby, because I wanted to make sure there was a witness. They told the police to F-off, and us to F-off, and that they "don't have anything of mine" and that they do not want us near their property.
[ One week ago ]
You might not be surprised to hear a detective showed up at my house.. I cannot give real details here because this is still in the allegations phase. No charges have been filed. To give the minor details, it was referring to events months ago for a few things we had experimented with and then texted about - everything that was fine at the time, fun, many discussions had about it to try new things and have more fun in the bedroom. You see, another in a long list of lessons; her family had gone through my phone. And then also gone through hers. Everything personal. Every picture (yes, even those). Every text message. Every argument, every bathroom selfie she sent showing skin. Her parents will read what they want from it - and just keep in mind they are neurotic hyper-evangelical christian types, that use christianity as an excuse to control (well, primarily the mother).
A couple weeks after this all started, I am sitting here writing this. I am moving on with my life. I have learned a level of cynicism that I had hoped never to have. I am still dealing with the frustrations. I have no idea if I will be paying a bloody fortune shortly. But I am still moving on, emotionally. I am becoming colder. More calculating. More motivated to set my life up properly. I am not going my own way; but I have lost that innocence, that willingness to believe that a unicorn existed.