This is totally me. When growing up whenever I tried to do something or experience something my mother would be their with her attack dog husband to road block me because of pedophiles, get hurt, or some other stupid worse case scenerio and justified it as being a “mother’s worry” which justified stagnating my growth completely. I literally was not allowed to leave the house until I was 14 and by that point it’s too late to play catch up. The only time she was happy was when I was locked in my room on my gameboy. I have absolutely no idea why she did this to me or why my dad let her. But it left me a nihilistic shell of a person who doesn’t even want to do anything. Now I’m 35 and now my mother is sick of me because I’m not cute anymore and wants me to go away and my father who pretty much used me as a shield for my mothers insanity decided for whatever reason to play daddy and give token bullshit advice them blame me for his advice not magically working. He’s also pressuring me to have a child and let my mother take care of it which means torment so he doesn’t have to deal with her disgusting. Talk about Darwin Award winners. Why did they even bother my dad particularly? They clearly had no intention of letting me have any sort of life at all.
>>526431163Not your blog. Do something about your shit life, or shut the fuck up.
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i joined the military. it's not that i enjoy the idea of dying for zog, it's more so that I get to work with some great people that i would have never met under any other circumstance
