i used to love women. i trusted them more than i trusted men, probably was because of my father. he wasn’t a shitty man by any means, but he wasn’t an excellent father, he was okay i guess. he didn’t care about my sister and me much, but he made money so we could live and have a normal life, so i guess that was caring. my mom on the other hand was my whole life. she was a kindergarten teacher, so she was meant to be a mother. she married my father on a whim, assuming he would be the perfect man: nice, manly, strong, attractive, and had a job, so hope for the future. they got married at a young age and immediately had children, my dad did whatever she wanted. she had this way about her where you just had to listen to what she says....

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