Simply put, do your parents know about your involuntary celibacy? I tried to hide mine but my parents caught on by the time I was like 25, after sitting me down 3 separate times to ask if I was gay. Probably, some of the younger users (18-25) won't have to worry about this as much, but on us older 'cels it becomes painfully obvious and not even our parents' wishful thinking can rationalize it. On the other hand, I hear some younger 20s incels who might have "hipper", more modern parents are upfront with their parents about their inceldom, which I think is better, cause then if your parents know about what's bothering you they can help you solve it, and not telling my parents when they could have done something about it is something I regret.
My Ma and Pa have started treating me very aloofly since they realized I won't be continuing on their genetic line. Ma especially. Pa being a guy I guess he understands a little even if he thinks I'm a failure as a son. I made the mistake of bringing up my inceldom when I was at dinner with Ma earlier (Pa's on the night shift) and here's what happened:
Me: [don't remember exactly what I had said but I was finishing with my explanation of the 80-20 rule] ...and that's why 80% of women will go to 20% of the guys, aka Chads.
My Ma: *doesn't even say anything, blows air from her nostrils as if to laugh or indicate disdain*
Me: What?
My Ma: Eat your dinner Stephen.
Me: No what? [At this point I've put my knife and fork down. This bitch is always taunting me.]
My Ma: It's just, that's all you ever talk about these days.
Me: Ma, you know that's cause the new Semester always reminds me of what a missed opportunity college has been and how it really was my last chance to integrate into normal society, which, if I'd realized at the time, I would have tried harder than I did. Plus all the Jezebels out in Yoga Pants are threatening to destroy my soul.
My Ma: That's your fault, why are you bitching to me about it? I just wanna eat dinner. Grow a pair of balls and get over it.
Me: Sorry for trying to make some fucking conversation I guess, bitch.
My Ma: [starts crying and other people in the diner look over at us. so fucking embarrassing.]
After that we finished our meal in silence and I drove us home, tried to talk to her and say sorry but she wouldn't have it, gave me the fucking silent treatment all the way back.
My Ma and Pa have started treating me very aloofly since they realized I won't be continuing on their genetic line. Ma especially. Pa being a guy I guess he understands a little even if he thinks I'm a failure as a son. I made the mistake of bringing up my inceldom when I was at dinner with Ma earlier (Pa's on the night shift) and here's what happened:
Me: [don't remember exactly what I had said but I was finishing with my explanation of the 80-20 rule] ...and that's why 80% of women will go to 20% of the guys, aka Chads.
My Ma: *doesn't even say anything, blows air from her nostrils as if to laugh or indicate disdain*
Me: What?
My Ma: Eat your dinner Stephen.
Me: No what? [At this point I've put my knife and fork down. This bitch is always taunting me.]
My Ma: It's just, that's all you ever talk about these days.
Me: Ma, you know that's cause the new Semester always reminds me of what a missed opportunity college has been and how it really was my last chance to integrate into normal society, which, if I'd realized at the time, I would have tried harder than I did. Plus all the Jezebels out in Yoga Pants are threatening to destroy my soul.
My Ma: That's your fault, why are you bitching to me about it? I just wanna eat dinner. Grow a pair of balls and get over it.
Me: Sorry for trying to make some fucking conversation I guess, bitch.
My Ma: [starts crying and other people in the diner look over at us. so fucking embarrassing.]
After that we finished our meal in silence and I drove us home, tried to talk to her and say sorry but she wouldn't have it, gave me the fucking silent treatment all the way back.
