When I was young, in elementary school, I was picked on a lot. I’m a small guy (skinny, and short), so I never really fit in with the other guys. I wasn’t into sports. I liked video games and computers. I was a nerd (though a good looking one, by most accounts). I dated girls here and there, but I spent most of my time in the “friend zone”, and I was mostly okay with that.

I fell pretty hard for a girl in high school, and she cheated on me, and then broke up with me, before we ever even slept together. That hurt, a lot. I got cheated on a couple more times throughout high school. I got engaged when I started college, but we broke up for reasons that I can’t even really recall at this point. She started dating my best friend, which was more of a problem for them than it was for me. He stopped talking to me, even though I told him I didn’t really care that he was dating her.

I had various flings after that, though they were few and far between. I would regularly go 1-2 years between relationships. Then, after being single for around 5 years, I got involved with my stepsister, “G” (don’t judge me – she was hot and we were not raised together as siblings). Anyway, “G” had just broken up with her boyfriend and I was there for her. One thing led to another and she was pregnant. I remain unconvinced that it was my child, and a paternity test was never performed to be sure. Regardless, I accepted responsibility and we discussed what to do. Neither of us were in a good place financially, so I asked about abortion. She was not in favor of this option, and she seemed bothered that I would even suggest it.

At the same time this was happening, my father was being accused by “G”‘s mother of inappropriate sexual conduct with another of my stepsisters, “C”.  “G” decided to leave me to go be with her mom and sister while my dad was investigated by Child Protective Services and dragged though a bitter divorce. CPS found no evidence of any misconduct, and “C” eventually admitted she had lied. No charges were ever filed against my father, but the divorce was ugly and he was left saddled with a significant child support payment and limited visitation rights, in additional to the emotional trauma the whole affair had caused him. “G” eventually had the child and sent me documents in the mail asking me to give up my parental rights so she could put the child up for adoption. I complied, and that was the end of that.

My dad moved in with me, as things were not going well for either of us. My stepfather had recently passed away, and I was struggling to pay the bills and find steady work. I have been going my own way, along with my dad, ever since. Personally, I’ve never been happier! I have a decent job doing what I love (programming), I get to work from home, and I have no responsibility for anyone but myself.

Some additional things that contributed to my disillusionment when it comes to women and their motivations and behaviors:

My dad’s second wife (my mother): Is not a bad person, but she is kind of cold and distant. She wasn’t around much while I was growing up and she was very hard on me when I was going through difficult emotional times in my life. She would say it was her own fault for not doing a better job of raising me, but she would also do little to assist me. We get along, but are not particularly close.

My dad’s third wife: She would regularly instigate fights and then play the victim. She would claim he was abusive, which was total bulls~~~. I often witnessed these encounters and he never hit her. At worst he would shove her after she repeatedly berated and taunted him.

My dad’s fourth wife (“G” and “C”‘s mother): Is a classic narcissist (according to my dad’s former therapist at least). I sometimes worry about my half-sister, as she was left primarily in this person’s care, but so far she seems to be doing alright. She will be an adult soon, and I hope she gets as far away from her mother and sisters as possible. While I don’t think “G” is a terrible person, her mother and “C” are toxic.

Numerous other cases of women I have known that were emotionally unstable, liars, stalkers, you name it. I finally just couldn’t take much more of it without shaking my head and thinking, “bitches be crazy!” Now all these 3rd wave tumblr feminazis are running around s~~~ting on my hobby, which p~~~es me off to no end. My best friend is in an abusive relationship with yet another narcissistic woman. He is trying to get away, but it’s complicated (kids, courts, money). This country (the US) is a damned mess politically, but as long as I have my games, and can do my work and be left alone in peace, I don’t really give a s~~~ anymore.

So, that’s my story.

Age: 34 in April
IQ: 142
Race: White (Italian, Icelandic, mutt)
Religion: Agnostic Atheist
Politics: Classical Liberal / Libertarian
Location: Las Vegas, NV, USA
Profession: Web Developer / Programmer / DBA / General “tech guy”
Hobbies: Video Games, Singing, Playing Guitar
Favorite TV/Film Genres: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror
Favorite Game Genres: Action-Adventure, RPG
Favorite Music Genres: Adult Alternative, Alternative, Rock, Pop/Rock

“bitches be crazy!”

Yep!