Sorry to hear that man. Seeing my father dying was one of the most painful things for me. I arrived to the hospital to check on him literally 10 minutes after he died, no bs. Realizing that I would never see him again after that hit so hard that I cried. Not balling out crying, but tears were running down my face and everything felt unreal for sure. It was the first time I expressed any real emotion in years and the first time I felt human again in a long time. It actually felt good in a way to feel human. Then, one thing that hit almost as hard was driving by the place him and me went to car shows at on the way home from the hospital. Crazy to think that that last car show a year ago was the very last one we’d attend together. I still have pics of it. Car is mine now, but it’s never gonna be the same.
Same. I’d love to have a great gf and love her for the rest of my life, but never kids. I’m more sensible than that. I would never marry either because of the cucked marriage laws in USA. Can’t ever risk having a bitch take away that car or the country place he left me when he died.
To be honest, I never even wanted kids, even when I was a kid myself and had no idea I’d become incel. Still though, I see people hanging out with their sons, particularly doing car stuff together, and it kinda makes me smile