I swear to god this woman wants nothing but misery for me. She is a mentally ill individual. I know this because she wants me to be just like my brother.
This week, my older brother just started his wage cuck life at 25 and has given up on fighting the Norwood reaper for a while. To be honest, I feel for him as he is still blue pilled from having a girlfriend in high school before the reaper raped him. He life mogs me because he still has friends, although I'm not sure what the hierarchy in their group is. However, he hasn't had a girlfriend at all in college, was pushed back a year after advisor fucked him, and has rotted in the basement playing games up until recently. Now, his schedule is fucked, leaving the house at 6am and coming home late after being stuck in traffic for 2 hours. And I can see the life drained from his eyes everyday, how sad he looks compared to his youth. I can barely recognize him.
My mother, on the other hand, cackles like a witch seeing him in this state. She has spent everyday of her life complaining about work when she comes home, and is so proud to see her boy in despair, whom she gave her subhuman genetics to. Childhood over. Now, what does he have to look forward to? A blown out, used up Becky to give him attention when he eventually saves up enough goy bucks in his shoddy 60-70k job? What the fuck is she so happy for? She doesn't have an ounce of sympathy for him and is quick to collect his share of the rent for this month. She lives in complete LaLa Land as she talks about how exciting it is to see him with a job and car and how he has so much to look forward to. All I see is a husk of a man.
My mom is so giddy to tell me she can't wait until I start working like a dog and have all of my free time down the drain: the only thing that makes my sad lonely life worth living is my free time. She is a complete crazy person. She wears wage cucking like a badge of honor. She's one of those deranged conservative types who think "If I suffered, then everyone else should". This is the same woman who I shared my experiences with rejection in high school in college, who I tried to desperately convince that I have been ostracized out of love and genuine friendship because of my putrid bald genes and my shit height. She actually LAUGHED when I opened up to her about not feeling "normal" in school, and told me because she had ONE SINGLE FRIEND who was bald in high school back in the 80s, that everything I said was made up.
Every day, this bitch comes home and complains about me being on the computer. She complains about her shit life. She complains about how my father is a drunk deadbeat who forced us to rent out a house away from him and who doesn't support her anymore. Any time, any mention of the guy, if she gets any whiff of either me or my brother visiting our sick father, she turns into a lunatic. She is the innocent angel in her whole life, who decided to open her legs to a subhuman, drunken, 5'7 bald animal and wonders why her life turned out awful. Every year of my life up until high school, she withheld me from any hangouts with my friends after school, any halloweens, any parties, abused me with her fanatic religious beliefs and sheltered me to the point of me developing my autistic ND personality.
BUT IF I TALK BACK ONCE TO THIS CRAZY PERSON, IF I SHARE ONE THING ABOUT MY SHIT LIFE THAT SHE CONTRIBUTED TO, SHE LOSES IT.
She starts telling me how ungrateful I am, and how it's all my fault. I can't express any discontent with the trauma of my childhood or the fact that I will never have a normal life.
It is inconceivable to her as to why I don't want to work for 40 years, why I don't want to betabuxx, why I don't want to be a bald bearded loser at TWENTY TWO YEARS OF AGE, why I call myself ugly, why I don't just go outside, why I don't talk to her, why why why why WHY.
NO, I DONT WANT TO WAGE SLAVE YOU WHORE. NO, I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A LOVELESS MARRIAGE FOR THE SAKE OF IT LIKE YOURS, RETARDED ASS BITCH. I DON'T WANT A HARPY SCREAMING IN MY EAR, COMPLAINING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING AND TURNING ME INTO AN ALCOHOLIC LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE DIVORCING ME. NO, I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR STUPID RELIGION THAT YOU FORCE DOWN MY THROAT. NO, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE KIDS JUST SO I CAN SPREAD MY SUFFERING LIKE YOU, YOU DUMB BITCH. NO, GIRLS ARE NOT ATTRACTED TO ME NO MATTER WHAT FANTASY YOU DRUM UP.
There is nothing in this life that I have experienced or I can look back on and say "well, I had my fun. I guess it's time to start being an adult now". How do I expIain to her that I missed out on fundamental, crucial aspects of life in my youth? That it was all ripped away from me because of my genes? How does a person not understand why I have no motivation to work a 9-5 after having a terrible childhood? I have made her cry mutliple times telling her I wish she never gave birth to me. I have gotten used to her crocodile tears and manipulation tactics. It is all so boring.
The only reason I stay in this house is because I can still leech off of this woman, but that is going to stop soon. I am going to lose my mind once I start working on top of putting up with his woman. I long for the day where I can save up enough money, tell her that the heaven she is waiting on does not exist, and leave this miserable existence.
I wish I was low inhib enough to kill myself in front of her. That is probably the only way this low IQ person could understand the damage she's done.
This week, my older brother just started his wage cuck life at 25 and has given up on fighting the Norwood reaper for a while. To be honest, I feel for him as he is still blue pilled from having a girlfriend in high school before the reaper raped him. He life mogs me because he still has friends, although I'm not sure what the hierarchy in their group is. However, he hasn't had a girlfriend at all in college, was pushed back a year after advisor fucked him, and has rotted in the basement playing games up until recently. Now, his schedule is fucked, leaving the house at 6am and coming home late after being stuck in traffic for 2 hours. And I can see the life drained from his eyes everyday, how sad he looks compared to his youth. I can barely recognize him.
My mother, on the other hand, cackles like a witch seeing him in this state. She has spent everyday of her life complaining about work when she comes home, and is so proud to see her boy in despair, whom she gave her subhuman genetics to. Childhood over. Now, what does he have to look forward to? A blown out, used up Becky to give him attention when he eventually saves up enough goy bucks in his shoddy 60-70k job? What the fuck is she so happy for? She doesn't have an ounce of sympathy for him and is quick to collect his share of the rent for this month. She lives in complete LaLa Land as she talks about how exciting it is to see him with a job and car and how he has so much to look forward to. All I see is a husk of a man.
My mom is so giddy to tell me she can't wait until I start working like a dog and have all of my free time down the drain: the only thing that makes my sad lonely life worth living is my free time. She is a complete crazy person. She wears wage cucking like a badge of honor. She's one of those deranged conservative types who think "If I suffered, then everyone else should". This is the same woman who I shared my experiences with rejection in high school in college, who I tried to desperately convince that I have been ostracized out of love and genuine friendship because of my putrid bald genes and my shit height. She actually LAUGHED when I opened up to her about not feeling "normal" in school, and told me because she had ONE SINGLE FRIEND who was bald in high school back in the 80s, that everything I said was made up.
Every day, this bitch comes home and complains about me being on the computer. She complains about her shit life. She complains about how my father is a drunk deadbeat who forced us to rent out a house away from him and who doesn't support her anymore. Any time, any mention of the guy, if she gets any whiff of either me or my brother visiting our sick father, she turns into a lunatic. She is the innocent angel in her whole life, who decided to open her legs to a subhuman, drunken, 5'7 bald animal and wonders why her life turned out awful. Every year of my life up until high school, she withheld me from any hangouts with my friends after school, any halloweens, any parties, abused me with her fanatic religious beliefs and sheltered me to the point of me developing my autistic ND personality.
BUT IF I TALK BACK ONCE TO THIS CRAZY PERSON, IF I SHARE ONE THING ABOUT MY SHIT LIFE THAT SHE CONTRIBUTED TO, SHE LOSES IT.
She starts telling me how ungrateful I am, and how it's all my fault. I can't express any discontent with the trauma of my childhood or the fact that I will never have a normal life.
It is inconceivable to her as to why I don't want to work for 40 years, why I don't want to betabuxx, why I don't want to be a bald bearded loser at TWENTY TWO YEARS OF AGE, why I call myself ugly, why I don't just go outside, why I don't talk to her, why why why why WHY.
NO, I DONT WANT TO WAGE SLAVE YOU WHORE. NO, I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A LOVELESS MARRIAGE FOR THE SAKE OF IT LIKE YOURS, RETARDED ASS BITCH. I DON'T WANT A HARPY SCREAMING IN MY EAR, COMPLAINING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING AND TURNING ME INTO AN ALCOHOLIC LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE DIVORCING ME. NO, I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOUR STUPID RELIGION THAT YOU FORCE DOWN MY THROAT. NO, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE KIDS JUST SO I CAN SPREAD MY SUFFERING LIKE YOU, YOU DUMB BITCH. NO, GIRLS ARE NOT ATTRACTED TO ME NO MATTER WHAT FANTASY YOU DRUM UP.
There is nothing in this life that I have experienced or I can look back on and say "well, I had my fun. I guess it's time to start being an adult now". How do I expIain to her that I missed out on fundamental, crucial aspects of life in my youth? That it was all ripped away from me because of my genes? How does a person not understand why I have no motivation to work a 9-5 after having a terrible childhood? I have made her cry mutliple times telling her I wish she never gave birth to me. I have gotten used to her crocodile tears and manipulation tactics. It is all so boring.
The only reason I stay in this house is because I can still leech off of this woman, but that is going to stop soon. I am going to lose my mind once I start working on top of putting up with his woman. I long for the day where I can save up enough money, tell her that the heaven she is waiting on does not exist, and leave this miserable existence.
I wish I was low inhib enough to kill myself in front of her. That is probably the only way this low IQ person could understand the damage she's done.
