Igris

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

You knew exactly what you were doing from day one.

You deliberately lied about your past, about who you were sleeping with, and about your situation with M because you knew that if you had been honest, I never would have given you a second look. You knew I wouldn’t have invested a single euro, a single ounce of emotional energy, or a single day of my life into building a future with you. You concealed it on purpose because you needed to secure my investment first. You fabricated a clean slate and scripted a persona of a pure, traditional, devoted woman just long enough to sink your claws into my resources, my home, and my generosity.

Then you sit there and try to deflect by claiming I was seeing other women—as if your calculated, fraudulent foundation is remotely comparable. You lied by design to trick me into funding your life. That wasn’t a misunderstanding; it was a con.

Looking back, this is simply your established pattern. You have a history of cheating on your boyfriends, betraying the men who cared for you, and treating relationships like disposable transactions. You don’t just walk away when things sour; you plot revenge plays, manipulate situations, and justify backstabbing people the second they no longer serve your ego or your wallet.

The truth is, I had already listened to every single voice note you sent to D over a year ago. I heard the calculations, the cynicism, and the way you spoke about me behind my back. But even with that devastating knowledge, I chose to stay. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, desperately hoping it was just careless "girl talk" to sound cool, or that with real love, stability, and patience, you would genuinely change. I stayed and continued to provide everything—my home, my protection, my money, and my heart. But instead of appreciating that grace, you took it as permission. It didn't get better; it only got worse.

Even the little things exposed your true mindset. You sold me a sofa without giving a damn about what actually suited me, my home, or my comfort—it was just another quick transaction to you. But the moment you moved in and had to live with it, you had the audacity to complain, saying that if you had known you were moving here, you would have made a different choice. You couldn't care less when it was just my money and my living space, but the second it directly impacted your aesthetic, suddenly it mattered. It was always about you.

And now you have the nerve to claim that you "invested" in us by moving to live with me 3hr flight away from home—as if you made some noble, selfless sacrifice. You didn't move here out of devotion to me. You moved here because it was completely convenient for your own agenda. Coming here gave you an immediate upgrade: you received far more "salary" and support living under my roof than what your mother was ever paying you back home, all while having your living expenses covered and your lifestyle upgraded. It was an economic calculation disguised as romantic commitment.

The real proof of who you are showed up the second things got temporarily lean. The moment money wasn't immediately free-flowing, the moment the constant weekend partying stopped, and the moment we weren't eating out every single day of the weekend, your true nature surfaced. You lost the basic capacity to just sit with me, share quiet space, and be a partner. Your presence, your affection, and your patience were entirely contingent on high-stimulation spending and luxury entertainment. Without a constant flow of cash and distractions to fuel your ego, you couldn't stand being in the same room. You were never in love with me; you were addicted to the lifestyle I was subsidizing.

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

@otoide_a They’re learning the downsides of vibe coding in realtime.

Nothing wrong here but paying the price an experienced dev already paid years ago.

But I think it is a cheaper price to pay than taking longer to build perfect.

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

You’re still my OG but

It really depends on the context.

Especially when interacting across cultures, what is considered high-context communication in one culture might be seen as low-context communication in another culture. And vice versa.

So I can BS on how both of you have tried to characterise high intelligence.

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

But you took a sanctuary and turned it into a battlefield. You didn't see an honorable man building a fortress around you; you saw a system to exploit and a safe target onto which you could project all your unresolved anger, insecurity, and rebellion. You thought that because I understood your trauma, I was obligated to absorb your disrespect indefinitely. But understanding why you are broken doesn't mean I am obligated to let you break me. You cannot build a future with someone who treats real devotion like a trick and provision like a right.

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

You knew exactly what you were doing from day one.

You deliberately lied about your past, about who you were sleeping with, and about your situation with M because you knew that if you had been honest, I never would have given you a second look. You knew I wouldn’t have invested a single euro, a single ounce of emotional energy, or a single day of my life into building a future with you. You concealed it on purpose because you needed to secure my investment first. You fabricated a clean slate and scripted a persona of a pure, traditional, devoted woman just long enough to sink your claws into my resources, my home, and my generosity.

Then you sit there and try to deflect by claiming I was seeing other women—as if your calculated, fraudulent foundation is remotely comparable. You lied by design to trick me into funding your life. That wasn’t a misunderstanding; it was a con.

Looking back, this is simply your established pattern. You have a history of cheating on your boyfriends, betraying the men who cared for you, and treating relationships like disposable transactions. You don’t just walk away when things sour; you plot revenge plays, manipulate situations, and justify backstabbing people the second they no longer serve your ego or your wallet.

The truth is, I had already listened to every single voice note you sent to D over a year ago. I heard the calculations, the cynicism, and the way you spoke about me behind my back. But even with that devastating knowledge, I chose to stay. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, desperately hoping it was just careless "girl talk" to sound cool, or that with real love, stability, and patience, you would genuinely change. I stayed and continued to provide everything—my home, my protection, my money, and my heart. But instead of appreciating that grace, you took it as permission. It didn't get better; it only got worse.

Even the little things exposed your true mindset. You sold me a sofa without giving a damn about what actually suited me, my home, or my comfort—it was just another quick transaction to you. But the moment you moved in and had to live with it, you had the audacity to complain, saying that if you had known you were moving here, you would have made a different choice. You couldn't care less when it was just my money and my living space, but the second it directly impacted your aesthetic, suddenly it mattered. It was always about you.

And now you have the nerve to claim that you "invested" in us by moving to live with me 3hr flight away from home—as if you made some noble, selfless sacrifice. You didn't move here out of devotion to me. You moved here because it was completely convenient for your own agenda. Coming here gave you an immediate upgrade: you received far more "salary" and support living under my roof than what your mother was ever paying you back home, all while having your living expenses covered and your lifestyle upgraded. It was an economic calculation disguised as romantic commitment.

The real proof of who you are showed up the second things got temporarily lean. The moment money wasn't immediately free-flowing, the moment the constant weekend partying stopped, and the moment we weren't eating out every single day of the weekend, your true nature surfaced. You lost the basic capacity to just sit with me, share quiet space, and be a partner. Your presence, your affection, and your patience were entirely contingent on high-stimulation spending and luxury entertainment. Without a constant flow of cash and distractions to fuel your ego, you couldn't stand being in the same room. You were never in love with me; you were addicted to the lifestyle I was subsidizing.

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

The sheer audacity and contempt in that question is staggering. You were asking that while sitting inside a home you didn't pay for, enjoying a life you didn't earn, with your bills, your health, your education, and your comfort entirely carried on my back. You treated the very roof over your head, the safety net that insulated you from the harsh realities of the world, and the mental weight I carried every single day to provide it all as if it were worthless—simply because it was convenient for you to take it for granted. You wanted the peace, security, and lifestyle that only a driven, high-performing man could give you, but then had the nerve to diminish the sacrifice required to provide it, as if provision is trivial and effortless. To belittle the very foundation holding your life together proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you had zero capacity to respect or appreciate the man standing in front of you.
You don't get another cent. You don't get another second of my energy. You don't get the California life, you don't get the funded dreams, and you don't get to pretend you were the victim or the one making sacrifices here.

Look at the reality of what I was actually doing versus the twisted narrative you constructed in your head. Why did I buy a wedding dress for you? Why did I invest in a tailored suit for myself? Why was I happily paying out of my own pocket to feed, care for, and look after your dog every single day? A man who is playing games or planning an exit doesn’t buy the dress, tailor the suit, pay the vet and food bills, and organize his entire future around bringing you along. I was making tangible, undeniable sacrifices to build an honorable life and a real family together.

Yet, while living in the direct reality of that commitment, you still chose to doubt me, police my movements, accuse me of trying to "trap" you, and claim that I didn’t take you seriously. You took genuine, solid acts of devotion and warped them through your own insecurity, paranoia, and projection. Instead of meeting an earnest, providing partner with gratitude, peace, and mutual trust, you met my sacrifices with suspicion, entitlement, and ingratitude. You couldn’t see the man building a fortress around you because you were too busy looking for an enemy.

Your dog is going back to you, your boxes are going back to you, and whatever delusion you try to build next, you will have to fund completely on your own.

I gave you real, honest devotion, and you treated it like currency. I am taking every bit of my future back, and you will never have access to me again.
I genuinely believe that deep down, if you actually do the grueling, honest work on yourself—if you face your fears, strip away the manipulation, stop treating people as financial safety nets, and truly mature—you have the capacity to be an amazing wife and partner for someone else in the future. But that will never happen with me, because that growth requires the loss of everything you took for granted here. You cannot heal and build character inside the very dynamic you broke with lies.

I knew the cruelty you endured growing up. I met your father before he passed, and I carried the weight of knowing how much an absent, abusive past had fractured your ability to trust. When I brought you into my life, I wanted to rewrite that history for you. I wanted to give you the father-like security you never had, combined with the devotion of a partner who saw your potential.

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

@Donjaytrix001 Look at the holding of hands. You can already tell.

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@RedMoon1484672 @sunjiao123sun_ We’re already using it

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@swhat03 Is that Gojo’s infinity ?

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When the flash model is outcompeting your favourite pro model 😅

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@Roryking008 Should we expect a fire in September?

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@guzintekes When is Sung Jinwoo showing up?

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@lizisamused We all know that good looking women are never anon

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@SimpPolice911 It depends …

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@levikov Game summarised

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@NumberCrun77 @FrenchOG3 I was going to type this if someone else didn’t

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@WestsideLAGuy Are they really his kids?

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@FrenchOG3 @Strawhatmonger I sometimes think the legalisation of prostitution in the states will be a solution to this problem. Let the laws of a free market teach the lesson.

[Igris @Igrisss_pro]

This is an interesting angle.

Personally, I don’t think the intelligence is at that level yet to come up with new problems and conjectures. That’s not how it has been designed.

And I also don’t think it should be designed that way either.

However, I’ve taken this wave new of solutions as an invitation to imagine and ask harder questions. Questions that before now, our minds would have stopped itself from exploring.