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It will seriously suck ass to be him when he accounts for his hypocritical treatment of you.
He sounds like the type of person who never will.
Sorry TTW, but I’d let him go, now. Let him rot in peace.
The only reason I mow it is so I can walk around without having to worry about stepping on a snake
Stop being a pussy like tower with his snake problem wanting to hit em with a spade . Snakes keep the mice and rats away and other vermon . So dont go killing them with a shovel or spade or some s~~~ .
Your long grass is a good home for frogs and other wild life in your area you may have . Snakes cant hear but pick up on vibration threw the ground and know when your comming , they normally f~~~ off . A snake doesnt want to waste venom on you because he cant eat you .
Enjoy nature dont destroy it , tell your dad you have turned into a big grizzly adams fan and want a bear .
My dad has parkinsons and it can be hard at times . Love him when he isnt been an arsehole . Hey he says the same about me . Lol .
The living years
THE PLANTATION HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE KILLING FIELDS . WOMAN ARE NOW ROLLING CAMBODIAN STYLE .
The only reason I mow it is so I can walk around without having to worry about stepping on a snake
Stop being a pussy like tower with his snake problem wanting to hit em with a spade . Snakes keep the mice and rats away and other vermon . So dont go killing them with a shovel or spade or some s~~~ .
Your long grass is a good home for frogs and other wild life in your area you may have . Snakes cant hear but pick up on vibration threw the ground and know when your comming , they normally f~~~ off . A snake doesnt want to waste venom on you because he cant eat you .
Enjoy nature dont destroy it , tell your dad you have turned into a big grizzly adams fan and want a bear .
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My dad has parkinsons and it can be hard at times . Love him when he isnt been an arsehole . Hey he says the same about me . Lol .
The living years
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Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
My father died 20 years ago and I still can’t stand even thinking about him.
He was a pathetic excuse for a man.
The greatest tragedy in life is to spend your whole life fishing only to discover that it was not fish you were after. - Henry David Thoreau
I had a great relationship with my dad. My dad passed away fairly suddenly a few years ago. I miss him immensely.
Before my dad passed, I saw him almost everyday – from the day of my birth until the minute of his death. I held his hand as he passed. I live 5 min away from my parents.
He was not my “friend” growing up – he was loving but strict. We had a good relationship then; I was taught work ethics, loyalty, sense of family and was very loved. We were poor growing up but I wanted for nothing that mattered.
As I grew into adulthood, he became my friend. He was there for me during my divorce and all the major moments of my life.
I honestly hope to see him again when my time comes – hopefully decades from now.
- Marriage is described as an institution. You would have to be crazy to be commited to it. -"If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal. Not people or things" Albert Einstein
I loved my dad. He would take us kids on trips and we had a blast everywhere we went. He was a real life John Candy, full of fun and excitement. He had a stroke when I was 15 and passed away. It left me with hole in my heart. My mother was an abusive alcoholic and I’ve been on my own since 17…..so yes, i miss my dad.
I missed the 80s and 90s; my best memories are back there. Plus, life seemed a lot better and happier and simpler back then.
I agree. I just didn’t realize it then. I would love it if gas was $1.50 a gallon.
"I saw that there comes a point, in the defeat of any man of virtue, when his own consent is needed for evil to win-and that no manner of injury done to him by others can succeed if he chooses to withhold his consent. I saw that I could put an end to your outrages by pronouncing a single word in my mind. I pronounced it. The word was ‘No.’" (Atlas Shrugged)
I am glad to say that I do get along with my dad and I love him very much. I see a fair bit of him (his inner nature) in me but our life experiences have been utterly different so who we are is very different today.
My dad did not have an easy start in life -he was born in a what today would be called a deprived inner city area, or just a s~~~hole. His early life had quite a few unlucky breaks including being abused by a teacher but my grandad did not give up on him. Grandad was a very quiet man but very capable. This meant he had married well beneath himself and spent most of his time supporting a fairly flaky woman. I think this is where my dad got a lot of the way her interacts with women from.
At 15 my dad got his one lucky break -he got a job working for the government and he only got that by chance. In those days the government tended to give jobs for life and had all sorts of schemes in place where you could start at the bottom and work up. My dad saw he had a chance here and he was also very single minded and determined. Soon the government were sending him to university where he had the huge good luck to run into a my mother at a church youth group. She was too innocent to see that her market value was way above his -she was an indulged only daughter who had just left a girls’ boarding school. This led to my dad being fairly unhappy in his marriage until she decided to leave him.
When I was younger going to a good private school I had trouble seeing much good in my dad. My mother was always despising him in front of me. He had no culture or education beyond some science qualifications he had got at night school and science degrees that the government paid for him to do. He was quite weak inside I learned but what really annoyed me about him was that he hid from all his weaknesses by claiming to be strong and putting down anyone who seemed to be a rival (like me as a teenager). Now I know this was just the way he managed to drag himself out of being some pervy teacher’s bitch in an urban sinkhole (where his bother still lives on the dole as he has done for decades). Dad didn’t have time to develop his character he had a job to do and did it by simply concentrating on it and telling himself he was great. I should respect that but it took years to learn to do that.
I was a kid who knew he was a bit wimpy and his dad told him he was and should just concentrate on the science subjects where I usually came top. I wanted to work my weaknesses and become something more than just a top geek. This led to a lot of friction as I struggled to succeed in endeavours for which I had no road map -doing dangerous physical stuff and studying the arts. He thought I was heading for failure, I thought I was going to confront the weakness he had avoided and overcome it. I largely succeeded in this and he now sees that. However I came from a more privileged start in life where his success and even more so the success of my maternal grandfather had allowed me the luxury to work weaknesses and look into history culture and myself.
I am very grateful to my dad. He still sometimes bugs me by wanting to be the great blue pill hero and give away my inheritance to my daughters or his step daughters but its not the biggest thing and I see he is a man who came far up the social spectrum by his own industry. I have not done that as much. I have known much and seen much where he saw and knew little but I had the luxury to do that. One generation starts where the last leaves it. I am proud of my dad and grateful to him.
A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own
My Dad is Awesome. My Mom is the S~~~s.
Haven’t seen nor heard from him in 35 years. Interwebz suggests he is still alive out west, but I really don’t give a f~~~. Envious of those who say they received valuable life lessons from their fathers. Oh well. Mom was ice cold – not sure why they ever bothered to have children.
– not sure why they ever bothered to have children.
The only reason I can think of is selfishness. Why else would anyone have kids? I wanted a son for selfish reasons……carry on the family name, a grandson for my dad, a boy I could play catch and Frisbee with, a son I could go fishing with, teach him things………….. I don’t anyone who could say they wanted a child for the child’s sake, not honestly.
The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.
Looks like this thread has confirmed one thing. That ending up as a MGHOW… had nothing to do with our Dads.
Some of us loved our Dad’s, some of us hated them, some never knew them…You will find the same thing with Moms.
There are Men Going Their Own Way, that come from every walk of life, from every kind of upbringing salty or sweet.
They speak numerous languages and roam multiple continents. And no matter if we’re the bastard of a whore, or a pampered single-child, or anything in between… somewhere along the way, we found the proposition of a girlfriend or wife repulsive all the same!
Talking about him makes me all sentimental. It is hard to pour heart and soul, and I write this as my tears are filling my eyes.
That man was shot down, he was a victim of a bank robbery and was used as a human shield by the bandits. Two shots, one in his hand and one in his chest, which almost killed him. And he negated the Reaper his job, because he had two sons to raise. It was literally his stubborness that made him live, along with me and my brother. How can I blame or be enraged with a man like that?
The man is my hero. I owe him everything. More than that, really. He is a very stern man, strict, keeps to himself, but he taught me lessons that I could never forget. He showed me that a man he only have himself, that if I wanted something, I would get no help from anyone but myself to get it. He showed me the value or persistence, of giving up only when you are dead, he showed me that stubborness pays off, most of the times, and teached me which times it was best to cut my losses and simply move away.
He was not the most present father, neither the one who gave me most stuff, but he ws there when I most needed, and I made sure that I was, when he or my brother needed too. That man is the rock I can lean on, sometimes, when I cannot deal with my own s~~~, so I make extra sure that I “soldier on” when it is his time to do the same, no questions asked, all he need to do is to ask, and I shall do, whatever the cost.
My father is my guide, my rock, my safe harbour. My only regret was that I was not the son he deserved, when I was a teenager. Sometimes I wonder if my “rebellion” was not something he teached me, that somehow I needed to learn, and that he was always in control of, because I’ve never seen him get really p~~~ed off at me. He sometimes beaten my s~~~ up, but I was in dire need of an ass kicking, so I could learn the valuable lesson that there ALWAYS someone above you, and that through being a little s~~~ I would never beat him up. That by only being clever, faster and stronger, I could overcome my rivals.
Thanks you, dad. If it wasn’t you, who else would teach me this much? I will always be a bit of you. I will always carry half of you with me, and no matter how much I try, I can never run away. Neither I have reason to. I am deeply sorry that I cannot find a woman good enough to carry the seed, father. To carry your name.
It dies with me, before it gets tainted by a woman with zero accountability, just for the sake of continuity. I shall not drag the name and the seed you gave me, just for the sake of tradition. I refuse to shame our name, and our blood.
Thanks dad. And I am sorry too.
"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.
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