My Dad was my hero and still is, although he died almost two years ago. He was always there for me and I own him so much. It´s a f~~~ing shame to never be able to tell him this. In my early childhood my mother filed for divorce as many mothers do. After my Dad had to move out my mother began to start bitching and nagging around about him. He never did this. Later on he told me he didn´t want to affect my relationship with my mother but would have had enough reasons to be angry at my mother. Today I know exactly what he meant…
So guess what happens when a little boy has two homes. At my mothers I was the reflection of my Dad and was treated like that. All the hate my mother felt toward my father was reflected at me, while my little sister was princess pussypass. Long story short, today my relationship with my mother is not existing. No contact at all. I don´t care whether she lives or not. She is not my problem and her meanwhile third (!) husbank neither.
At my Dads I was treated as a normal human beeing. We always did great things together like go fishing, driving to different countries, talking for hours about the world and what´s going on in our lives and of course about women. The whole story about their divorce and the following sick relationship between them redpilled me.
In puberty I moved to my Dad, otherwise I probably woud have killed my sister, my mother and her second husbank. Not joking, it was literally hell. Blue Pill Hell! So as you know in this age hormons are kicking in and girls starting to get exciting. With my background and thanks to my Dad I was informed how girls truly are. I knew her methods and her weapons and I pretty much used them against them. So I pumped and dumped them, used them like tools and most importantly didn´t trust at all. No f~~~ing way I ever would trust any woman on earth.
What do I want to tell you with this story? To the younger ones of you: Look at the relationship between your parents. Then look at how women treat men in your environment. Are they treating them like f~~~ing slaves, like walking ATMs or servants? Then don´t show them respect, don´t cohabitate with them and for Gods sake don´t marry one of them! If your father is redpilled then listen to him! He knows how to protect and guide you. Truth is f~~~ing cruel, don´t close your eyes like all this bluepilled manginas with sand in their vagagas! Instead learn from it and care about yourself!
To the fathers of you: Spend time with your sons, if they are not already lost. Unfortunately many men are and it´s really sad. But if they are not, then they do need you. Who will teach them if not their own fathers? A bluepilled slave will always protect their masters and the system which enslaved them. Show them softly and with logical arguments that we live in a crooked system. It doesnt matter if you live in America, South America, Europa, Asia, Oceania or Africa. Not a single bit.
There is only one solution: to not play games which is designed for men to loose. Instead GO YOUR OWN WAY, play your own games to your rules and conditions!
Thank you for everything Dad and if you can hear me, put the beer on ice. We surely will see us again!
Your loving son
"Don't allow yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner!"
