One of the most cucked things imaginable is having oneitis. What is the point wasting your lifetime thinking and dreaming about a woman, who doesn't belong to you and may have never heard of you? Having oneitis can't be a coping either. C'mon, she is probably getting pounded by another man right now, screaming and moaning. Thinking of her is not a cope, it's the opposite of cope. I had such an experience before. There is one particular woman I know for a long time, since our 20s. We were never close, just a distant acquaintance, but I always liked her: natural blond hair, white skin, slim body, nice C-cup tits. So, no surprise, she became my oneitis (without knowing it). I started thinking about her all the time, daydreaming that one day we would get closer, etc. And then she got married and started spawning kids. She's still quite hot though, her tits even grew bigger, but what's the point for me? Her lips, her tits, her ass — none of it is for me, and it never has been. Her husband is the one, who kisses those lips, who squeezes those tits and slaps that ass. All while shoving his dick into her pussy. And if I kept daydreaming of her while he was banging her, I'd be nothing more than a pathetic cuck. So I stopped. That wasn't easy, but that was worth it. And I've been feeling much better ever since.
