Andrew Tate

Andrew Tate: For three years, I thought I had struck the jackpot when it came to my boyfriend. Ryan was per...

It's been eight months since I left and I still feel so sad for the Ryan that used to exist, but mostly relieved I finally came to my senses. Ryan then began openly watching Tate's videos in front of me, telling me that he was the only person who could 'tell it like it is', feminism had gone too far and that it's now impossible for men to succeed. I always knew Ryan was an alpha-male, and it was one of the things that attracted me to him. The anger emanated him like heat rays as he looked like it took every fibre of his being to hold himself back from lunging towards me before he eventually stormed out of the room. Of course I had to look up what that meant too – it's a term 'incels' use to describe a feminist who hates men, but uses them for financial or emotional support. He began to tell me how 'lucky' I was to be with him. He shrugged it off, saying that his friend Ben had forwarded it to him and that he wasn't a fan or anything. – Andrew Tate didn't even enter my brain because honestly, I didn't think he was that stupid. And it was almost a week later when I figured it out. I almost spat out my Pad Thai as I looked at him, open mouthed, before he glared at me, dumped his empty plate on the couch and walked into the bathroom for a shower. As far as our relationship went, I suppose that even from the beginning he took on a slightly more dominant role. Charming and charismatic without being cocky, he had just the right amount of confidence that made him irresistibly sexy.