I’m 23. I was raised by a single mother ever since my parents got divorced when i was 6-7yrs old. i have an older sister too.my mother won custody over me and my sister. ever since ive been exposed to a lot of the feminist way of living. i did not know then. now i do. few years before i was a teenager i started hating on my father. i was made to believe that all men are evil and hopeless and that was done in a discreet manner. it continued till i was around 15 or 16 gradually decreasing as i started suffering psychological issues and did not have the strength to hate much. my mother would always tell me that she is not the type of person to poison me against my own father. after years of depression and deep social issues(that included my sister making me feel insecure in the most discreet manner which ive come to realise only last year and shes been doing it my whole life now that i think about it), i started doing some thinking of my own. i started taking risks. i dropped out of college(was an uptight academician, not proud of it). i started going out on my own a lot too. i had friends but i found out i was comfortable around myself too. i started realising how people actually were. not like i was led to believe. i spent a lot of time by myself. i also realised that my father fought hard for custody over me even though he was a very busy man(something i did not try to remember). my past had been fabricated, clearly. and the architects were, well i don’t want to say it but my mom and my sis. the last four months of last year(i still did not have a clue about my life), i was living my life. going out for rides, met old friends, went fishing a lot, camping and stuff. i appreciated life a lot and was doing well with people. well, you need someone to spoil your good moments to know who’s really f~~~ing the world up. my sister turned my friends(not anymore) against me, spread rumours about me(neighbors, acquaintances, just people i know). when i told my mother, the answer was,”sibling are like that.”.maybe it was on me. i used to hear good things about my dad when i was younger but i denied them. now that i think about it a lot of people admire my dad. he’s rich and simple. knows how to fight back and he was adopted(her mother had some other guy’s child and the father left cos my people did not allow him to hold custody of the child. it was customary law. tribals denied them that. he was adopted later.my dad got to know about his life late after he had grown up). its quite long. day and night i felt my emotional and mental energy draining. my soul was tired. but im glad it happened. at least the truth is out and its been some time and ive almost recovered. ive always wanted to leave home and do something for myself. but ive felt certain obligations to my family were due. now no more. im in a city. glad im not in that town anymore. not planning to go back. but im worried about my father cos he is now together with my mom and my sis and im not sure what’s gonna happen.im an mgtow since several months back. if all else fails im gonna go AWOL with no line of communication with them. its a tough one but seems there arent too good choices. let me know what you guys think. help me out if you can
Don't fucking tell me it's nighttime when the sun is clearly shining in the sky.
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