Growing up, my uncle was kind of like a second dad to me. He taught be bike riding, took me camping, took me to the amusement park once, took me on a bike riding trip, took me trucking across the country and even redpilled me on women but one day he just stopped hanging out with me or any of my cousins. Years pass and our family is distanced as it usually is and he then informs me that he was sorry for kind of abandoning us and that alot of his reasons for not contacting us was his wife whom he seemingly was in constant conflict with. I feel like he felt especially guilty given how shitty things turned out for most young men in my family. Women are the devil bro. I will always be a misogynist. Oh well, at least I can look back fondly on the years of 2012-2018
