What was it like in the early stages? It feels impossible. It’s like- you have to choose between being a Wagecuck and work full-time over the next 2 decades minimum to build wealth for solo retirement.
Meanwhile being surrounded by bpd Foid managers and their sexual harassment seminars and surpassed in work environment by them because they have vaginas.
OR
You can stay with your family. But then you’re financially dependent which is emotionally debilitating and you’re filled with rage at your parents. Who are obviously obsessed with the culture they left behind and religion dominates everything.
Meanwhile the girls in the community all flourish despite being immigrants because they just get railed by Tyrone for 7-10 years and then delete the photoshopped booty pics with their roastie hijabi friends from their instagrams- proceed to marry some Muslims doctor son- one who has parents that weren’t low-IQ enough to resist assimilation like mine did.
I can’t stand it here being forced to comply with their religious stuff and their mental issues narcissism etc. But at the same time at least it gives me stability. If I go out in to the world of being independent- I’ll be the community doormat. 27 and entry level. A punching bag for Chad and “Boss Bitch” assistant manager harlots. Depressing when you have to pick from 2 poisonous futures.