My father left for Los Angeles and didn't take me with him. He left me in an Indian infested London Suberb to die when I could have grown up in California. I sort of like him as he has many great qualities I aspire to, including the freedom to reject failures, like me.
I have never got along with my mother but she is OK, but recently there is a big problem because my INCELS issue is a major factor. I cant sit down and not talk about how shit my life is and that ALWAYS COMES DOWN TO ME BEING SINGLE. She doesn't get it as she was a attractive woman. She and my father were top shit in their day. The problem is hard for me to even think about because she was a woman and always got jobs easily because she was an attractive woman. She actually has shit for brains. And now shes nearly dying as she is old and wants to move into my spare house and its difficult as I cant look at her becaue my problems are wih my inability to get a nice girl and its like she is the nce girl and its just difficult to say the least and very Freudian. But I don't want to ignore her in her dying years. Its very sad. Death is inevitable. People at school used to tell me they fancied my mum.