Hey guys, I wanted to share this with you because it's a trying experience that I am hoping some of you might be able to relate to, maybe give me some advice to what I should do, but anyways here it goes...

So I had been with this girl for about 6 months, everything was great on the surface; she was a sophomore in college, into a lot of the things I liked, video games, rock climbing, pin-up art (even dressing in pin up fashion for me), french noir, etc. I had just graduated with a degree in economics and was looking for a job. We were living together in a small one bedroom for the time being until I could get a better place for us, things seemed fine. We would hang out all the time, and were having lots of sex, she would even indulge me in some of my fantasies that I enjoyed (giving me blow jobs in a school girl outfit and calling me professor, sorry it's weird bros). I thought our life together would be perfect, and it was meant to be... I bought her the nicest ring I could afford, not to ask her to marry me, but just as a symbolic gesture of our happiness, a way to say our souls have found their counterparts. It was platinum band with an emerald gem, the same colour as her eyes. I couldn't believe how happy she was when I gave it to her, she hugged and kissed me for days, with this beaming glow in her eyes as she would tell me things like "I love you" and "you're the only person I can imagine myself being with".. so fucked up...

so another month passes and one day I come home and she's sulking on the couch. I come over, put my arm around her and ask her what's wrong. "I don't think I love you anymore" she tells me in a trembling voice, she didn't seem sad, but almost afraid to tell me. I asked why, and she told me that I wasn't manly enough for her. She envisioned spending her life with someone who could protect her, and would make her feel safe and provided for. Now I'm not the most muscular guy, but I can fucking handle my shit. If someone fucked with me or her (which happened on a number of occasions when we went out) I would stand up to them and they would back the fuck down. I thought I was being a good protector, and honestly I was really confident that I was going to find a good paying job that would let us live a really comfortable life together. I tried to explain this to her, and she wouldn't listen; she just closed me out and wouldn't even consider the points I made. She packed up some of her shit and was going to leave, she said her brother would come by later to pick up the rest of her stuff. I asked her to stay so that we could talk it out and see if we could make things work, but again, she wouldn't listen. She left.

The next day her "brother" came by. This guy didn't look anything like her, though he said they were cousins. I suspected at this point that this guy wasn't really related to her. She had mentioned she had a brother who was studying in California at UCSB, but I've seen pictures of him on facebook and he looked nothing like this douchebag. He collected some of her stuff, and it took every ounce of strength I had to not knock him out right then and there, because I knew in the back of my mind that this was some guy she's been fucking.

I texted her later and demanded the ring back, it seems stupid now, but at the time I really wanted that ring to give to someone who actually gave a shit about me, and that bitch didn't deserve to keep it. It was also pretty expensive and I figured if I needed to I could sell it. After a good amount of arguing she agreed to meet up with me at Chipotle to return it to me the next day. I showed up at the time we agreed on, she wasn't there. I called her, and she made up some obviously fake excuse about how she needed to see her grandma about something and that's why she didn't show up. I was pissed, and told her that this was totally bullshit and unexceptable, and that I needed the ring TODAY. She agreed to meet me at the dennys a few blocks down the road in two hours. I waited there for four hours; she didn't show up. Instead, the Fucking douchebag from before sauntered in with this fucking meek shitty almost crippled walk, and handed me the ring. I asked where my ex was and why she wasn't here to return it, and he said she didn't want to see me again. He left, and all I was left with is this ring.

I dunno, like I guess it's all resolved in a way, but she really fucked with me and I'm not sure exactly how to go on from here. Are all women this shitty? I'm compelled to not try again to ever care for one of them. So much of what I thought about women being decent people has been completely shattered. I feel ashamed to admit this now, but I was totally on board with the whole blue pill feminist shit when I was with her, I had thought that men were just complaining because they couldn't get a girlfriend or were not trying hard enough to win over a good girls heart. I feel so ashamed for that, because I realise now how insensitive and shitty even the best seeming women are, and we really do get shit on by them even when we are great companions. I don't really know where to go from here. Also, I still don't know what to do with this ring...