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Hi /pol/ this is my life story.
I’m 29 years old and I’m a beta-male (maybe beta +) I lost my virginity when I was 18 to a really fat chick. Then I moved around for years searching for a woman. I went to the bar every weekend and got rejected by 99.999% of all women. The ones I landed for one-night stands, where the roasties that only wanted a dildo with a heartbeat at 3am.
At 22 I met a girl. She was a roasties with depression and anxiety but had a great body and cute face. We really clicked since we both hated the world and had the same humour. She had severe insomnia and most night she was awake crying, I comforted her. I tried to help her by telling her that she needed some medical help, but she rejected the idea and said that she didn’t trust the medical system, since she already tried to get help when she was younger.
She then told me stories from her childhood. That her father was completely distant to her and that she craved his attention. But she never connected with him. That led her to alcohol and drug abuse, resulting in multiple rapes. She hit rock bottom.
I, who know my place in life, knew that this is the best I can muster. A cute girl, that is broken down. So, I started lifting her up. Helped her get clean, made sleeping routines, helped her eating real food. We fell in love. During this time, my greatest fear was that when she eventually felt better with herself, she would leave me. Like a used-up tool for her. That I was only a means to an end.
We moved around a lot. Had some trouble in finding our place in this world. As uni neets the D-day approached, we would need to find jobs and a place to live, to settle down. This led to a lot of fighting. Where should we live? How will we make money? What happens if we get a job offer in different towns? Etcetera.
I’m 29 years old and I’m a beta-male (maybe beta +) I lost my virginity when I was 18 to a really fat chick. Then I moved around for years searching for a woman. I went to the bar every weekend and got rejected by 99.999% of all women. The ones I landed for one-night stands, where the roasties that only wanted a dildo with a heartbeat at 3am.
At 22 I met a girl. She was a roasties with depression and anxiety but had a great body and cute face. We really clicked since we both hated the world and had the same humour. She had severe insomnia and most night she was awake crying, I comforted her. I tried to help her by telling her that she needed some medical help, but she rejected the idea and said that she didn’t trust the medical system, since she already tried to get help when she was younger.
She then told me stories from her childhood. That her father was completely distant to her and that she craved his attention. But she never connected with him. That led her to alcohol and drug abuse, resulting in multiple rapes. She hit rock bottom.
I, who know my place in life, knew that this is the best I can muster. A cute girl, that is broken down. So, I started lifting her up. Helped her get clean, made sleeping routines, helped her eating real food. We fell in love. During this time, my greatest fear was that when she eventually felt better with herself, she would leave me. Like a used-up tool for her. That I was only a means to an end.
We moved around a lot. Had some trouble in finding our place in this world. As uni neets the D-day approached, we would need to find jobs and a place to live, to settle down. This led to a lot of fighting. Where should we live? How will we make money? What happens if we get a job offer in different towns? Etcetera.
