My dad died when I was 19.
Before, was a semi-decent childhood with hope for getting a job, getting laid, being successful.
After, I NEETed for 20 out of 21 years. Hermit. Never had unpaid cunt. Depressed autist.
In the middle of that time, my mother died too. My brief escape from NEETdom was doomed to failure because autism. I got fully Black Pilled then. Now I simply wait for death and hope that I can keep my 'bux and a roof over my head in the interim. Hopefully, I'll die by my mid-50s, as they did. Less than 15 years left, I hope. I thought that my childhood was shit, but they were the best years of my life by far. Adulthood has been an interminable living hell.