All my life I saw how my mother treated my father. They are still together, but my father, I can see in his eyes the quiet rage that lurks for a life p~~~ed away over a woman. I’m not saying my mother is a bad person, but my father deserves better in life. My father threw away too much of his life and career for her. My father has made too much of his life to see it p~~~ed away by someone who has done nothing but give him grief in his life.
My mother. Wow. Just wow. There’s reality and then there’s the world she sees. The amazing thing is she doesn’t need any drugs to see her world. I never learned to lie like my brothers. I couldn’t even pretend to see the world like she did. For years I thought I was worthless piece of s~~~ because of her. My father, he didn’t believe in fair or the truth. He believed in quiet. Due to his silence I always thought the s~~~ that my mother spouted out was somehow fact. I couldn’t see it.
Years later when I left home and shot out on my own everyone I met would tell me what a great person I was. How great I was at everything I did. I couldn’t believe it. All those years being told how worthless and evil I was for wanting to do things my own way, turns out my own way was the way to do it.
I have never asked for financial help from my parents. My brothers are still on the tit. My mom p~~~ing away my father’s wealth on my brothers.
I went home after the Army for sometime. Worst mistake of my life. No matter what I did I was the POS eldest. I had a 4.0 average, but I was the loser. My younger brother was going to USC in Columbia smoking dope and living like the movie Half Baked. My other brother flunking out of college while still collecting the checks from our parents. I was using my Army College Fund to go. No big deal, but back then that money wasn’t exactly a lot. Thank God for war. Left as a contractor.
I have never went back home, unless it’s for a visit. Years later while talking to my father he said he was sorry. That he wished he would have manned up and told my mother to blow it out her ass.
Because of my mother I called women “Wallet Leeches” for years. I still do. I just learned to make sure the leech is pretty enough for my eye to have fun. I look at most relationships with people as business. It’s sad, but unless you are a true friend, I’m judging everything you do. If you are a woman, I’m judging you not as a human being, but would the cost of me being with you be worth the sex. By definition, no matter how you look at it, all women are prostitutes. They are trading sex for stability of some kind.
I say she wasn’t a bad person due to one fact. She is probably mentally ill. That is the only explanation. I know most women have a mental illness. They have to. That is the only explanation.
However, it doesn’t mean we have to feel sorry for them. It also doesn’t mean we have to put up with it.
Am I in a relationship with a woman right now? Why yes I am. Am I set up to walk away at any moment? Why yes I am. That’s the key. Don’t get so drawn in you can’t walk away. This is great for me, but every relationship I have ever had as soon as I walked away my ex would lose everything and wind up in the worst case scenario. I wish my father was in the same boat I am. I am not sure if he could if he wanted to. Even though we are all grown, I am pretty sure the courts would find some way of punishing him for even thinking of leaving my mother.
Don't stick your dick into anyone you aren't willing to put up with for eighteen years and nine months.
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