About three years ago, I met a girl on Tinder. We were both new to the area, and both happened to have moved there recently from Seattle. We closed down a bar on our first date, and she proceeded to take me back to her place and fuck my brains out.

At this point in my life I was just beginning to wake up to TRP truths. My previous relationship had been with a woman who was beautiful on the outside, miserable on the inside. Yet I had clung to her like a total chump, trying everything I could to save the relationship even though I didn't really want to. She was cold, and the bedroom was colder. That experience led to my first exposure to the Redpill, but I was still resistant to the ideas and clung to my plugged-in fantasy of what relationships were supposed to be like. At the time, I read No More Mr. Nice Guy, but still rejected core TRP as "extreme".

Okay, back to the new chick. She is tall, black hair, half native-american, absolutely beautiful. However she's also covered in tattoos and has a bit of a grungy-hippie aesthetic. She went to art school and identifies as a bisexual and hardcore feminist. At the time, though, I didn't see any of these as red flags, I saw them as "my type."

Also, I was distracted by the fact that she was busy draining my balls on a daily basis. She was constantly horny, constantly initiating sex with a blowjob. If we weren't fucking, we were partying or hanging out. I thought she was everything my previous girlfriend wasnt. Vibrant, fun, funny, and highly sexual. Basically I was blinded by pussy.

But then unignorable red flags began to pop up left and right.

She drank every night, a minimum of a six pack. I have no idea how she managed to stay so slender.

She was also a chainsmoker and vaper. The point of the vape was to avoid cigarettes, but cigarettes always magically appeared after a few beers.

She had major daddy issues. Her dad beat her up as a kid, and possibly sexually assaulted her, meanwhile leaving her sister completely alone and spoiling her. But she also still loved her dad and yearned for his approval.

Meanwhile she had a codependent relationship with her mom. They lived together. Her mom and dad separated but stayed married, which ruined her mom psychologically. She was very childlike, and incapable of caring for herself. She got $4,000 every month from her not-husband, but she frequently couldn't make rent because she blew all her money on expensive junk and other bullshit. My chick was not great with money herself, ended up having to cover her moms rent all the time. They had frequent drama with each other. In a lot of ways, my girlfriend was like a single mother because she came with this weirdly dependant and childish mother.

After a month or so of dating, she told me she loved me, that I was the only. person she had ever felt that for and that she could see herself marrying.

After that this girl started having toxic meltdowns while drunk. She would go apeshit, crying, talking shit, saying anything she could to get a rise out of me. She'd keep me up all hours of the night, getting increasingly drunk and psychotic. I should have bailed out the first time that happened but again, I was blinded by pussy.

It was like she wanted to test me, to try and push me to abandon her or hit her. She did not understand intimacy and love without chaos and abuse.

Between these drunken meltdowns, she would revert to bombing me with affection and pussy. It was as if the shitty nights did not happen for her. When I told her they had to stop, that the way she was acting was totally unnecessary and damaging, she became incredibly defensive and would try everything she could to guilt trip me or make me be the one in the wrong.

Frustrated by the rollercoaster of emotional chaos and wild, uninhibited pussy, I finally turned to the red pill for guidance. Through that, I found Rollo Tomassi and Rich Cooper. I read the books, watched the videos, all that good shit. I realized that I had been much more naturally redpilled as a teen and had slowly allowed myself to be beta-ized in the pursuit of appealing to SJW pussy.

I began to connect the dots between her feminist, SJW persona and her daddy issues and toxic, emotionally abusive behavior. Pretty soon, it was very clear that this woman would destroy my life If I let her.

So without further ado, I decided to trust the wisdom I learned from TRP sources and cut this chick out of my life. Her reaction was to have a complete and total meltdown. That first night she called me dozens of times, left like 8 voicemails, and sent dozens of texts, all of which oscillated back and forth between begging for me to come back and crazy vitriol about what an entitled white guy I was. So I blocked her. Naturally, she started blowing up my email after that and tried to contact me through her friends' and mom's phones. She even showed up drunk at my place once, banging on the door and begging to be let in. Of course, she was wasted.

A couple months later, I ran into her at a concert. I was drunk, and against my better judgement I went home with her. Of course she fucked my brains out and told me all this wonderful stuff about how she only saw herself with me and having a family with me. I barely said a word as I was just drunk and wanted to get my rocks off.

As we lay there in her bed she told me she was dating a sweet guy but didnt love him. She said that she didnt know what love was before me, and that no one else understood her body or could make her cum like I could. In the same conversation she told me she had been using Seeking Arrangements on the side to make rent money by giving old dudes blow jobs. In the same breath she told me she wanted to marry me, have my babies, and yet was cheating on someome and whoring herself out at the same time - all without a hint of shame or self awareness. She even told me she felt powerful giving old dude blowjobs, and that it was like a "fuck you" to her dad. She then proceeded to start sucking my cock again.

I saw so many redpill truths spilling out of her mouth, it was like clear confirmation of TRP handed to me wrapped up in a bow. Why had I ever even entertained the idea of letting this person have any part in my life?

When I woke up, completely sober, I slipped out of her apartment without a word. I checked my phone blocker later and saw she had tried calling twelve times. Im sure she views me as the asshole who abandoned her, and has given no consideration to her own behavior.

TRP saved my life from a Trainwreck. I almost thought this absolute dumpster fire of a human was my soul mate just because she was always down to fuck and said all kinds of sweet shit in my ear when she wasnt acting like a psychopath.

The only problem is that now that Im unplugged, relationships just feel fake. They can still be a lot of fun, but I feel no emotional attachment. Maybe that will change over time, but now all the dynamics women use in relationships just feel so blatant and tiresome.

But hell, I'll take this any day over letting my life be ruined by a toxic alcoholic feminist with daddy issues.