It is worth mentioning that when I met my girl, like many women, she was in therapy. Lucky for her, she was not honest with her therapist, or she would have been branded with a truckload of psychiatric disorders entirely in accordance with DSM standards.
Back then she was still studying. She hated it, but being a good girl, tried really hard to enjoy it, as she was told she was supposed to. Predictably, she’d hate herself even more for failing to enjoy it. I remember her crying almost daily. She would not quit though; she’d say she needed the degree, that she had to pay off her student debt, that all her friends studied, etc etc.
The most alpha thing I ever did was to force her to stop attending college and move in with me. Well not exactly force her, I just made it clear that were she to continue studying I would not help her and our future would be unclear. She cried, but promptly quit her studies and moved in with me. It is the closest I have come to legally abducting a girl.
To this day she loves me for that. It was of course, in retrospect, a gigantic shit-test, the question at stake being: who is her alpha, you or the university?
Nowadays she rarely cries. She stopped visiting therapists, since all the symptoms that made her visit a therapist have entirely disappeared. The change is profound: from chronically stressed and anxious to genuinely happy. All because I made a decision for her. This for me has been the decisive proof that only the darkly enlightened can truly understand love.