2 years ago I had what we call here "value." I was in college, I was making money, I was... Flunking and ready to kill myself. I was stressed to no end. I hated my major, my job kept me from working on any music or art. And worst of all everybody around me was so damn happy. And if they weren't happy, they were doing well.

Throughout my downward spiral, the only women who cared about me were my mom and my therapist. I was invisible to women, sure I had a few in my friend circles but we weren't close at all. The only ones who were there were matriarchs, they intervened, along with help from my male friends.

So now, how do I feel now that I have a job, make money again, and am fully into my passions like I was before I gave it the old college try? Resentful. I don't expect people to flock to me when I reach out for help, but I know that those that do, reach out with either a wrinkled arm or a hairy one, or possibly both.

No woman in that school under the age of 40 cared if I lived or died. Not a one. So yes, I've sworn off letting one in, past these walls I built. I defend them viciously, with vitriol and acid, because I know if I was standing on that ladder, rope around my neck, not one extended eyelash would be batted if I stepped off. They would probably go right back to partying like nothing even happened.

MGTOW. I suggest, and what would help me best, is treating them like they would treat you, just ignore them.