What men should not do in relationships. I was a blue pilled man. Part 1

Well, I am hoping my story could teach men what not to do in their relationships. This is my first post on here and not sure exactly how it works, so I hope that this is on the correct feed, if not, please let me know. Anyway, I digress.
To start my story off, I want to provide a bit of history. Raised mainly by the government, as they took us from the care of my mother because we lived in extreme poverty. My mother taught us boys to respect women and make them happy. We should make them our number one priority. If we do this, our relationships can not fail. As me that practice these attributes are rare, and women would respect a man more. Although I was a bit of a rebel and hung around the wrong crowds way back, I still cleaved to that belief and became a man whom focussed on commitment. So if I would enter a physical (sexual) encounter with a woman, my intention would always be to build a committed relationship, and have my eye on the long term, and permanent if possible. I believed that I would have to give it my all and do whatever it takes to make the relationship work. Do it to the best of your ability or go home, as it's said. Back then I didn't know any better, and all these terminology of today wasn't as widely known as they are today. Still, I became what is today called a SIMP. And I can not even describe how big of a simp I had become. I was never blue-pilled, that would be an understatement. I was DARK BLUE PILLED. I remained so throughout most of my life. Today I wish I could have opened my eyes a very long time ago. It would have saved me from so much misery and pain.
It is horrifying to know just what type of women are out there. There are some terrifying men in this world as well. Please don't misunderstand, but the evil acts that some women are capable of, and how they go about it, is on a very different level. Again, I digress. So being a man that was committed to finding relationships that were worth something, I wanted to become a family man, having children. Of this I was always open, but I never thought that it would be the one thing that would lead to the worst chain of relationship events known to humanity.

Lesson 1 : Men should never tell a woman what they want most in life, it is information they can use for their benefit, and it never benefits you.

GIRL 1 : I met this girl on a chat app which no longer exists today, and we chatted for over a year before meeting for the first time. I believed in getting to know a person before meeting. It is all about the personality right? Or so I believed. Back then I was still very young, drinking, clubbing, the occasional narcotic. I was making money and on top of the world. As stupid as I was, I still had my beliefs in responsibility, but today I know I wasn't really thinking, and didn't really know what I was doing. I thought I knew everything taught about relationships. I was in my mid-twenties, working hard and doing all I can to be somewhere in life.

When this girl and I finally met, we went to a club to enjoy getting drunk and just have a great time. That night things got a bit heated and frisky. One thing led to another, and we got it on at the club. The night was great, but when we left, I stopped off at a food truck just outside to buy each of us something to eat as we haven't eaten and been drinking all night. There were two girls and another guy standing waiting for their order and we got into conversation. The next thing, I heard tyres spin. I turned around and my date disappeared. she spun out of the lot and left me at the club alone. We both went in her car as we went together and leave my car at my place. That was the last time I saw her and heard from her, or for the time being.

About two years lated received a message from her on social media that she needed to speak with me. The dumbest thing I did was asking for her number. When I called her, she told me I was a father of a baby girl. She had gotten pregnant that night. She was angry with me for speaking to those girls and the guy at the food truck, and never told me, but now she thought that the right thing to do was to inform me. She had named my "daughter" the exact name I wanted for a girl. One of the most upsetting parts to this is that name was in honour of my deceased brother, who's son supposedly died in a bombing. So I wanted to name my daughter after him. Anyway, bact to the story. She sent me emails with pictures of the child. I had family and friends tell me that the child looks exactly like me. This took all doubts I had and fogged it. I was happy, and my dreams came true. I was adamant to be the best father I can be. I gave up drinking and made a vow to support my child. We started talking about sharing of the child's expenses, I sent money for my daughter's birthday party, and stuck to my guns as to committing to my responsibility as a father.

Next is where the problems began. During our communication, she promised to bring my daughter to me every second weekend, to spend time with me. When the first weekend came, she did not come. I tried calling her, but her phone went to voicemail. I had set up a bbq with friends and we all waited for them to arrive, but it never happened. Two days later she sent me a text, explaining that they had to pick up her husband from the airport as he returned from a business trip and she would make up for it two weekends later, so I understood and let it go. Two weekends later, the same thing happened, only this time it was an excuse of a car accident. When wanting to go to the hospital, I was told they would not permit me, as only family was. In the meantime I kept to my promise in supporting my child. Almost two years later, after all the promises of seeing my daughter on weekends and it never happened, I finally had enough. I told her I would not give another cent until she brings my child to me. She then gaslighted the situation by saying that it is because I get upset she doesn't bring my child to me, but since she informed me about my fatherhood I have never even met my daughter. So with advice from family members, I investigated the situation on my own, and try to find my daughter. During this investigation I found that the address, she supposedly lived at does not exist. The street address did, but the house number did not. The school my daughter supposedly went to, had been closed for about 5-8 years by then. The girl's social media had pictures of many other people and their kids, but not one family picture where my daughter was in.

The conclusion, the child never existed. She used information very important to me to get money out of me. Information so sensitive, that included honouring people who have passed away.

The moral of this story: Even though not all women are like this, it is important to always, always keep your deepest desires to yourself. Only when a man is 100% certain he can trust a woman does he reveal his desires. And even then he should only give a fraction.

Girl 2: This girl and myself spoke for over two years before meeting for the first time. A family member of mine introduced her. Younger that me, she was absolutely gorgeous. She was half Italian, long black silky hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, perfect smile, perfect skin, but she was slightly bigger than the previous girl. I wasn't the guy that looked at the body, but their personality. Her looks made up for where her body lacked. And when I say she was attractive, even with her being heavier, she was in terms a solid 9. Crazy to comprehend, but im not kidding.
Anyway, after we met we dated for around eight months before things got weird. She was always talking about this one guy friend of hers, and never shut up about him. Her quiet text and call moments became more regular and our conversations got shorter and less regular.

One weekend they invited me to a weekend away, to visit a friend of her mother's in another state. As I was working on the road a lot, I accepted the invitation as the distance from where we were going to be to my next business destination is closer, so I wouldn't have to travel too far after the weekend. I had just received my new credit card the week before, so financially I could support myself during that trip. I was making good money and would be able to anyway, I just didn't have to rely on cash. That same night we had an argument about her not shutting up about this one specific guy. That night I left and slept at a hotel. The next morning I called her and apologised for the fallout. Now two weeks prior, she also told me she was pregnant. Only this time I insisted on a pregnancy test. So when I called her to apologise and said I was coming over to talk about our fall out, she asked to stop off and purchase some pregnancy tests, so that is what I did. I bought the tests and apology flowers and made my way to her. I was hoping we could resolve the problem of the previous night. When I arrived, she, her mother, and her mother's friend took the tests I bought and headed to the bathroom. Ten minutes later her mom exits with the tests, tells me it is positive and drops them in the bin. Again, I took it as enough proof; I had to be a man, and own up to my responsibility. This time I was sure I was going to be a dad. So I took my girl, went to the mall and bought baby stuff. I maxed out three quarters of my credit card limit in one shopping trip. Filled two trollies with many baby items. The pram would come later.

To my surprise, two days later, she sent me a text, informing me it had been a false alarm. When I requested the baby stuff to be returned to me, she asked what I would do with them. I said that I was going to return them for a refund. Then following day. I received a call from her and her story changed and said it wasn't a false alarm after all. So I requested sonar pictures which they promised me after her next checkup. They asked me to pay for doctor's appointments as she couldn't afford them. I open heartedly agreed and so the nightmare began. For three months I paid for doctor's visits about twice a week, but I could not attend the appointments. They did not permit me to, even though I wanted to. That was until one day I caught her out. She said she was going to a doctor in a small town I knew very well. In this place I knew for a fact there was no doctor, and the nearest one is about 50 miles away from where she said she was going. So I refused to pay for any appointments after that. She manipulated me, and said that I would never see my child, but I didn't care, I had enough, plus I never received the sonar pictures I asked for and promised. Two months later, I was sitting in a bar with friends, having a few drinks when I received a text from her asking whether it is normal for a woman to menstruate on three or four months pregnant. I replied and said "how should I know, I am a man? Ask your mom". A female friend of mine said it could be a miss carriage. I arranged a private ambulance to get her, but they needed her address and identification number. I informed her, but had no reply. After two hours of attempting contact, her mother answered and said that she is going nowhere without her permission.

The conclusion: The pregnancy was never real.

The moral of this story: Don't just trust the words. If you get told you going to be a father, make sure you have solid proof before taking any sort of action. If the pregnancy is real and the baby is born, make sure you have DNA proof. If it is financially sucking you just by what you are told, it will be financially ruining to you when the child is there and it is not yours. No matter how attractive a woman may be, her looks and body has no play is taking advantage of you. It is and will always be her personality and moral values. Now again, I am not stating all women are the same, because I know there are many good ones out there. What I am saying though, is that there are many if not more of these who are seeking to destroy and they will take every chance they get as long as it benefits them. Really look and get to know them before taking steps into a relationship, because a liar can hold to their story and manipulate for as long as it takes for them to get what they want, or until we caught them in their lies. Whether it takes months or years, they know what they are doing.

Girl 3
This girl was the biggest disappointment. I met her while on a business trip. She was possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. When she would walk into a club, the heads of men and women both would turn and stare. A brunette with soft rounded lips, a body to hold on to, tall (compared to regular girls), a smile that would illuminate the sky. I never understood what "love at first sight" meant until I met her. Oh man, her beauty blinded me. She was the sort girl that most men could only dream of. So much so that I was shy and too afraid to approach her. What would a girl like her want with a guy like me, I thought. So one can imagine my shock when she was the one that approached me. I was shocked and speechless all at the same time.
As she headed out the door, she stood in front of me and asked fr my number. So we exchanged numbers and kept in contact. Starting the next day, we did stuff together daily. She became my personal THC. Every minute with her was a high I never experienced before. Many people noticed us being together all the time, and warned me to stay away from her because she would destroy my life. They would never tell me why, only give me warnings. She never gave me any signs of why people would warn me, so I did not think too much of it at that stage. All I knew is that the "love at first sight" had grown so much that I saw here in everything when I wasn't with her. I was stupid in love. Not once did I tell her, and tried to keep it to myself for as long as I could. That was until one night out at a friend's bar. We sang some karaoke songs and just enjoyed ourselves. That is when she came, stood beside me and told me she loved me. I knew she was much younger that myself, and girls liked older guys. That combined with the way I felt about her, was all I could think about. I was in too deep, and so infatuated by her and her beauty. So' looking past all the warnings I proposed two weeks later, and she said yes. I did not know that the devil was in the details. I had never been married before, but I made myself a promise that I was going to make this marriage work, no matter how difficult situations may be. "For better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part", is that not what marriage vows are? I was finally getting married. The one relationship I focused on my entire life was finally coming true. Yet, blinded by my weakness, the biggest nightmare was about to be unleashed.

About a month before our wedding I went on a business trip. It was during this trip that we bought her wedding dress. She had never been out of the country before, so I invited her to go with me. We stopped off in another small town to sleep over. After dropping off our things in our room, we headed over to the bar. Some time later I headed back to the room to rest. When I finally returned, I walked into the bar and seeing the owner of the establishments seated next to my fiance with his hands on my girl's butt. Naturally an argument broke out. Later that night things go much worse. At the time I didn't know the intimate details, but was told a few months later what had happened. I ended up in a fight with a guy who called my then fiance inappropriate names. We had a fight and there was blood all over the place and myself. I was locked in the room and went to sleep. The following morning, I woke up her sleeping in a separate room only wearing her underwear.
After waking up, I had a shower, washed the blood off me and we got ready to hit the road. there are more things that happened in the week following, as we made our final trip to my last business destination, but that will be a story for another day. We traveled about 1500 miles with stops in between. All through the trip she would constantly be on her phone chatting. She would smile, giggle, and laugh at whatever the people on the other side of her screen would say.

When we reached our final destination, she said that she wants to sleep upstairs in a different bed and room. Naturally I was not happy, but I let it go as I was not in the mood for another argument. She would stay up till early morning hours on her phone talking. Months later I ran into that same woman and her husband from the bar, and this is the details they filled in about what happened. The reason that guy said those things was because my fiance had approached her and asked her and her husband to keep me busy, becuse she wanted to get to know the artist that night and sneak off with him, but they did not approve of it. So because I was drunk I they didn't want to fill me in on the details, but only said what they said. My then fiance took the truck when I was sleeping and locked in the room, and her with the artist drove off and had intercourse in the truck. My fiance's aim was to make trouble for me so she could do whatever she wanted.

On our way back home after my trip, she asked me to pick up her friend as she is going to visit us for Christmas. It was on our way, so I didn't have to drive too far out of our way. Her friend was also a very attractive girl, but she was very different. In seemed way she seemed just as outgoing as my fiance, but a lot more private. But she was a very pleasant person to have around, and was glad that my future wife could spend time with her, as I thought I was the only one she has been around since we met. The following day we were invited for an outing with some other people. The one guy I knew very well, as his father was a big client of mine. A few things happened that day which raised many red flags, I was hurt, but I kept reminding myself of the promise I made. To work through all difficult situations. That night fiance's friend called me into the house where she was standing in the bathroom with my fiance and my client's son. She angrily explained that she walked in on my fiance flashing her naked body to the guy, asking him if he is willing to give up a chance with her for her friend. My fiance stood there with her face shoved in the towel wrapped around her. She was clearly embarrassed. My heart sunk to my feet and I turned around and walked off. My future sister in law ran after me to calm me down. I began to drink more and more like it was all I existed to do. I got hammered. Later that evening I walked back inside cause things were suddenly too quiet for my liking. That is when I found my fiance's sister, my fiance's friend and another guy standing in the passage. I was directed towards a closed door. When I opened it, my fiance was sitting with this guy on the same bed, rolling a weed joint. She ws still naked with only a towel wrapped around her. I took the keys to my truck and left the house. I told my fiance's sister to get into the car and will be taking her home because I will need to pack my things as I am leaving and going back to my country.

TO BE CONTINUED.....