Have you ever sat down and truly thought about the cost of your last relationship? I don’t just mean a basic list of pros and cons, I mean a very well researched cost-to-benefit ratio during a 6-12 month period. It may sound silly to go through all of your old bank statements but I recommend that every man dealing with a severe case of oneitis do this. And I bet on my life that he will find the motivation to get out of it. Discovering that you paid a hefty price for measly benefit and effort on her part will set you straight. Men need rational and logic thought to learn from their past mistakes or they are doomed to keep repeating them. When you realise how much time and money you wasted on a woman who’s no longer in your life, you crush the part of your mind that likes to pedestalise her.

The Cost Of My Last Relationship

A couple of years ago I was in a 1.5-year relationship with a 23 year old lass, we’ll call her J. I was a high earner and had my own business. The majority of our time together was spent fighting and bickering. And it wasn’t like I could just go and get away from her, I stupidly moved to a different town isolated away from friends and family. If I wanted to ‘cool off’ from the constant emotional bullshit she would throw at me, I would have to go in the study room. Of course, she would follow and confront me till we made up. As you can tell, living with J was hell. She had been diagnosed with Bipolar and always used it as an excuse as to why she got overly possessive and emotional. She was utterly convinced I was cheating on her. But as Billy Beta Bucks I remained faithful and drown myself in my business. Effectively, I was the only one financially responsible for everything so I pushed myself working from home 10 hours a day. Like the good little slave that I was.

I remember one day just thinking, “Where did it all go wrong?” I wasn’t alone on that train of thought. It’s a question that most men ask themselves when knee deep in the shit of codependency. I didn’t sign up for a woman whose mood became so unpredictable. I walked around on eggshells as to not trigger her autistic screeching. To say we were having issues was a massive understatement. We hadn’t had sex in a month and I didn’t want it. I just fell out of lust for J and it was replaced with a bitter loathing. She had an incredible body but I started noticing subtle things like an ugly mole or skin tag. Just things you don’t really go looking for if you are pair bonded.

I fantasised about my exit most days but I did try my hardest to make it work. I stuck it out. Just like most men do in shitty relationships, we stick it out and blame ourselves. But it had become so obvious that I had received a shitty deal. I was a shell of the man I used to be, and somehow in a horrendous amount of debt. The business was still doing incredibly well but I had just started heavily gambling. It was how I dealt with stress. Of course, J, for the most part, did not work. She just expected me to bring in the income, “It’s a man’s job to work,” I admired her lack of feminist influence but looking back she resembled a tradcon thot.

I finally gave her an ultimatum. She would have no choice to work otherwise she was out. Like you’d expect, once the money dried up so did her feelings. In a fit of desperation, to reclaim my masculinity, I performed a cost-to-benefit analysis on the relationship in a 12 month period. And it was the best thing I ever did. You see, not only did I factor in the pros and cons of being with J, I also included all of the money I had spent on her directly and indirectly. To be a fair analysis, I also included the benefits and times we had sex. What I found was incredibly disturbing.

Monthly Costs of Being with J:

House:

£600 Rent

£90 Council tax

£40 Electric & Gas

£40 Internet Bill

£30 Water Bill

£250 Food Shopping Dates:

£280 Meals Out

£300 Drinks

£500 Hotels & Travel Expenses Only Benefiting Her:

£25 Toiletries

£150 Art Supplies

£100 Amazon

£80 Clothes One Off Costs:

£400 Birthday

£600 Christmas

£300 Gifts (Her Friends & Family)

£90 Bus Ticket For Her Sister

£100 Loan I Did Not Get Back 12 Month Estimate: £31,310

Fucking 31,310! I died. I could have bought a whole legion of sex robots for that price and had my own orgy. Sex with J was unimaginative, what was the difference? I spent all that just to deal with emotional drama. But let’s be fair. So what about her expenses? It was hard to calculate as I had to use memory, but I estimated with gifts and little surprises in 12 months, £650.

How many times we had sex: Jan – Feb (We moved together in Jan)

Sex: 25

Blowjobs: 5

Handjobs: 6 March – December

Sex: 22

Blowjobs: 0 “I don’t like doing them any more”

Handjobs: 4

So that’s less than once a week. Of course it was the uneventful starfish sex. She had no desire for Billy Beta Bucks. The cost of love was just not worth it. And what even was love when she would scream, “I fucking hate you and hope you die,” If I disagreed with her on anything.

It’s hard to miss a relationship when you discover you spent over £30,000 and roughly 8000 hours in a whole fucking year doing absolutely nothing. Patrice O’Neal said it best, women will waste your time if you are not careful. You must always keep it in check. As most of my readers know I wrote a book on attracting women back in 2010. I was what I can only describe purple pill. Not even remotely red pilled, but I was aware that women despised betas. I thought I was impervious because I had accumulated so much knowledge knowing most of the big names in the PUA scene. I chuckled at beta cuckold stories and I thought I would never live with an ungrateful sexless bitch. And there I was £31,310 and 12 months later and all it took was a cute ass and a big pair of tits.

As you can see, The first two months of moving in together we ended up fucking like rabbits. Once she knew I was hooked and committed, the price of her pussy went up and was only to be distributed after three-course meals and a night out drinking together. Some women can’t even bear to have sex with Beta Bucks sober. If I had any sense, I would have dumped the bitch and got over her quickly by having sex with high-class top tier escorts. In fact, the price of an high class escort is £100 for 45 minutes. Extras like ‘The girlfriend experience’ only an extra £100. They are incredibly attractive and STD free (proven with paper), the sex would have been enthusiastic and hot, I could have chosen from multiple escorts and I wouldn’t have had to deal with any emotional baggage. I could have had the same amount of sex for only £5000 saving me at least £25,000 excluding rent and the cost of living. Better yet, I had the ability to just go out and have sex with other women. But every relationship has a price. Even short-term dating and one night stands.

I encourage any man deep in the grip of the fabled ‘oneitis’ to perform a cost-to-benefit analysis. Your past will prevent you from making the same mistakes in the future. It will keep you on the path of MGTOW when you realise you have spent so much money and time on a woman who clearly never appreciated anything you did for her and just took your resources.