My BPD oneitis said that when she is very old she will buy this weird bunker-sort of domicile deep in the Appalachian hills to isolate herself ( she sent me a pic when I relapsed 2 years ago and simped for her; should have saved it, it was awesome, like something out of " The Hills Have Eyes. " This is presumably after the hopeful early death of her bully redneck Chad husband. If I am alive and we are say in our 80s, both alone, would it be massively cucked to go visit her there strictly as old " companions? "...as in the whole sexual dynamic thing would be gone, we would just sit around listening to The Carter Family and drinking sassafras tea. I think I know the true blackpilled answer, so no need to say it. I truly feel for you if you are being serious, it's a very tough deal to live with and I can see struggling with it into senility. If you want to know the final outcome of being a lifelong cucked simp then check out George Jones's classic " He Stopped Loving Her Today. " I don't want to go into my coffin doing that shit and will try to stay strong and blackpilled, but wow it's a rough road.
