So, time to tell my story. In its totality. Not even my family knows the whole story. My mom was completely unfit as a mother, my dad tried but accepted defeat…
Before she met my dad in college she had a bf in highschool, this was in the late 60s. He had a sweet ride don’t know what. The bad-boy type that women are attracted to, prolly a Chad Thunderc~~~. She was in the car, got involved in a wreck and was in a coma for a few days. She wised up, went to college and got her beta provider, my dad.
My earliest memory of my mom is waiting in the lobby of the psych ward. She was a mess. Delusional clinical depression. Victim of child abuse.
As soon as she got with my dad and gave birth to her first kid, she no longer cared about being a wife, she let herself go.
She also parasitized us kids. She would not let dad discipline us or set boundaries, that is very importqnd in raising children. The reason is simple, she needed our unconditional love, she was afraid she would loose it.
Me and my brother ran amok. When it got to much for her, she would lock us in the closet and leave. She allowed my brother to abuse me.
Dad let my mom know how he felt about the situation, I.e. he wanted to leave her, and she threatened to kill us! This is why I think women can never provide unconditional love to their children, because children are a bargaining chip for what a man provides.
So, my dad acted. He waited till she fell asleep, packed us kids in the car and got us to safety then confronted my mother.
The s~~~ deal my dad got with my mother drove him to drink, I can still smell the sweet and sour stench of him sweating him out.
It is because of the toxic relationship with my mother that didn’t allow me to healthily engage with the opposite sex. I wanted to, but I feared rejection because my mom rejected me. I also feared getting with them because I was afraid of getting trapped like my dad did.
The advice my mom gave me to find a woman was to be Mr Nice Guy… Suffice to say I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 30… Not work-out, better myself, get ripped. Be a doormat for women.
My mother was a smoker, 3-packs a day since highschool. She had her first stroke in 96. Her second was in 2007. She never quit smoking. That bitch took so much of me already, I gave her another 4 years of my life as her caregiver, wiping her ass. I lost my dad at the end of it. Toward the end of his life, he confided in me that mom admitted to him long ago, that she never actually cared about him or the kids.
I have suffered from clinical depression my entire life and my mom was the root cause. My teeth have rotted out and I am overweight because what is the point of taking care of yourself if you are never gonna get love???
The irony, is that the red-pill has set me free. I am no longer depressed, just righteously angry at women.
Women don’t like it when men have emotions not because it makes us weak, our emotions make us stronger. They don’t like us having emotions because so much of our hurt has been caused by them, and us showing it to them makes them feel guilty!
So f~~~ it, I am gonna get my teeth fixed, its only about 15k in dental bills, get ripped, make a s~~~-ton of money, get a vasectomy and get revenge on the lesser sex.
Am I a misogynist? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, except a man that has been betrayed all his life.
Stereotype 3 years, 8 months ago.
