So I was having a bit of a bad day today and I was reflecting on my life, wondering how and why it turned out the way it did. I realized that one of the biggest reasons my life sucks is because of my sad excuse of a father. The reasons why he sucks is:
Absent from my life, cold, uncaring, rude
In many ways he did not really care about me growing up. He would never play sports with me, never take me out to do fun family activities, would never teach me anything, he would yell at me for a lot of things like not being able to tie my shoes or playing too many video games (which I wouldn't be doing if he actually did things with me). He didn't even talk to me that much. Never picked me up/dropped me off from school or helped me with homework, but still expected me to do good (magically on my own?) so he could brag about my accomplishments to his friends. I am also an ONLY CHILD so you'd think it wouldn't be too hard to at least care about your only kid. My house had many other weird rules, I was not allowed to have friends over or go to other people's houses. I didn't have a cellphone until I was 16 which I bought myself. I couldn't make any friends because this guy screwed up my social development. Now add a lot of moving around as a kid into the mix.
Lazy and incompetent
My dad was either unemployed or working jobs far below his qualification level after he married my mother. He has a Masters and many certifications in a science related field. Our family relied mostly on my mother's income because this guy would never get a job and just sit home screwing around or at most, running basic errands. In the modern world it is pretty difficult to raise a family on only one average income so we were forced to rent, live in bad parts of town, eat shitty food, cut down on all sorts of expenses. Since my dad controls the household spending, he would spend as little as possible on us. I wouldn't go without basic needs, but the nutritionless slop I ate, the basement suites I lived in, the crappy clothes/hygiene and general lack of living standards was not much better than welfare tier poverty.
Cares more about relatives on his side of the family
Any money that my dad made would go to his thieving relatives back in our home country, whom he would buy clothes and food for, even give them money for land to build a house. Sometimes he would take money out of my mom's joint bank account to give as well, giving us even less to live on. One time I remember my parents having a fight because he withdrew $8,000 without telling my mom. Fights over money happened quite frequently.
There are a million other reasons I could list but I don't want to bore you guys with my entire life story.
All of this really stings because childhood is the only time where an incel can be carefree and happy, while I couldn't even get that, all because I had a lazy, thieving father. I will never forgive him for ruining my life.
Some people should never be parents.
Absent from my life, cold, uncaring, rude
In many ways he did not really care about me growing up. He would never play sports with me, never take me out to do fun family activities, would never teach me anything, he would yell at me for a lot of things like not being able to tie my shoes or playing too many video games (which I wouldn't be doing if he actually did things with me). He didn't even talk to me that much. Never picked me up/dropped me off from school or helped me with homework, but still expected me to do good (magically on my own?) so he could brag about my accomplishments to his friends. I am also an ONLY CHILD so you'd think it wouldn't be too hard to at least care about your only kid. My house had many other weird rules, I was not allowed to have friends over or go to other people's houses. I didn't have a cellphone until I was 16 which I bought myself. I couldn't make any friends because this guy screwed up my social development. Now add a lot of moving around as a kid into the mix.
Lazy and incompetent
My dad was either unemployed or working jobs far below his qualification level after he married my mother. He has a Masters and many certifications in a science related field. Our family relied mostly on my mother's income because this guy would never get a job and just sit home screwing around or at most, running basic errands. In the modern world it is pretty difficult to raise a family on only one average income so we were forced to rent, live in bad parts of town, eat shitty food, cut down on all sorts of expenses. Since my dad controls the household spending, he would spend as little as possible on us. I wouldn't go without basic needs, but the nutritionless slop I ate, the basement suites I lived in, the crappy clothes/hygiene and general lack of living standards was not much better than welfare tier poverty.
Cares more about relatives on his side of the family
Any money that my dad made would go to his thieving relatives back in our home country, whom he would buy clothes and food for, even give them money for land to build a house. Sometimes he would take money out of my mom's joint bank account to give as well, giving us even less to live on. One time I remember my parents having a fight because he withdrew $8,000 without telling my mom. Fights over money happened quite frequently.
There are a million other reasons I could list but I don't want to bore you guys with my entire life story.
All of this really stings because childhood is the only time where an incel can be carefree and happy, while I couldn't even get that, all because I had a lazy, thieving father. I will never forgive him for ruining my life.
Some people should never be parents.
