AttackFormation
Master Don Juan
Intro
I've been thinking about making a thread like this for a while. I decided to put it in the mature man because I figured the best odds of getting not only people who can relate with me but good advice too would be highest here. I'll post it in "chapters" so it's easier to digest and so I can go to bed now. I'll make chapters Family and School to begin with because that's what it takes to analyse the "failed try" of an upbringing I got.
The ultimate point of this thread is to release my feelings and reinforce my resolve to keep taking my life into my own hands forward.
Family
Dad is gambian and mom is swedish. Dad is a bit younger and a devoted muslim, mom identifies as christian but isn't active. Mom was 36 when she got me, they met on a dance floor somewhere and married. She claims he got abusive and behaved weirdly, so she decided to end it. When I was 5 she moved in with who is still her husband. I still don't know for sure what he had against me but I think it's a combination of his own upbringing, having a low intelligence, a need for control and jealousy. He's never been abusive to me on the level of other kids, just a big pain in the @ss petty and spiteful moron.
I've lost what respect I had for my mom by now, I've never liked her (or rather, she's never made herself likeable) but until I started analysing her behaviour and psychology I didn't dislike her either.
My dad is unknowable, he's either just been really messed up or he's suffering from some condition that he always had. I don't even know how to describe it because I've never met anyone else as alien as him, I've tried over and over but I can't relate to him and the way he relates to me makes it a pain in the @ss to keep up contact with him. All he does is drone on in monotone with a monotonous voice about the same things and the same subjects within those things: safety and religion. He never smiles or laughs. He never speaks about or mentions himself or his past, I know barely anything about him and no one knows anything else either. He's like a robot unable to think about how he comes across or uncaring.
Whenever I think about it, all I want to do is never see or hear from any of the adults that have raised me. I didn't know what I was missing until I thought about the lifes of other people, started frequenting the internet more about this stuff like the varying effects of parental involvement. I don't feel ill will to my dad because I don't know him (the only person who sort of did is dead now), but I feel a vengeance-like satisfaction about the thought of neglecting my mom in her elderly years because of the stupid choices she to this day keeps making and has no understanding of. At least she knows she f*cked up when she gave birth to me, because even though her new husband is also abusive she stays with him so my little brother isn't an aborted case too (although I think she got habituated to it a long time ago, she just gave up and decided to take her new husband's side so she can live in her delusion of having a happy family like she wants to, haha). Whenever I think about this, I have to keep myself calm knowing that I can't "blow up" until I've moved out which I plan to do when I start going to university at the latest (why I haven't yet will be covered in the next chapter).
When I was a kid and I asked her why she's even with him, if it's love or economy, she admitted to me she did it for the economy (this guy earns on par with her at the best of times). The fact that she got pregnant to this guy and then moved in and discovered he was abusive, after she already had a kid with another according to her abusive man, should tell you enough about my mom's intelligence and just a little part of why I have absolutely no respect or regard for her anymore despite wanting to have. Several times from my adolescence she's told me I've destroyed her life. She's only said it in anger, but that's when the truth comes out to me. Note how she blames her own child for destroying her life? I didn't ask her spineless, stupid self to give birth to me, she f*cked it all up from the start nicely by herself. I can't wait for the day when I can show how much I resent her and her husband.
I've been thinking about making a thread like this for a while. I decided to put it in the mature man because I figured the best odds of getting not only people who can relate with me but good advice too would be highest here. I'll post it in "chapters" so it's easier to digest and so I can go to bed now. I'll make chapters Family and School to begin with because that's what it takes to analyse the "failed try" of an upbringing I got.
The ultimate point of this thread is to release my feelings and reinforce my resolve to keep taking my life into my own hands forward.
Family
Dad is gambian and mom is swedish. Dad is a bit younger and a devoted muslim, mom identifies as christian but isn't active. Mom was 36 when she got me, they met on a dance floor somewhere and married. She claims he got abusive and behaved weirdly, so she decided to end it. When I was 5 she moved in with who is still her husband. I still don't know for sure what he had against me but I think it's a combination of his own upbringing, having a low intelligence, a need for control and jealousy. He's never been abusive to me on the level of other kids, just a big pain in the @ss petty and spiteful moron.
I've lost what respect I had for my mom by now, I've never liked her (or rather, she's never made herself likeable) but until I started analysing her behaviour and psychology I didn't dislike her either.
My dad is unknowable, he's either just been really messed up or he's suffering from some condition that he always had. I don't even know how to describe it because I've never met anyone else as alien as him, I've tried over and over but I can't relate to him and the way he relates to me makes it a pain in the @ss to keep up contact with him. All he does is drone on in monotone with a monotonous voice about the same things and the same subjects within those things: safety and religion. He never smiles or laughs. He never speaks about or mentions himself or his past, I know barely anything about him and no one knows anything else either. He's like a robot unable to think about how he comes across or uncaring.
Whenever I think about it, all I want to do is never see or hear from any of the adults that have raised me. I didn't know what I was missing until I thought about the lifes of other people, started frequenting the internet more about this stuff like the varying effects of parental involvement. I don't feel ill will to my dad because I don't know him (the only person who sort of did is dead now), but I feel a vengeance-like satisfaction about the thought of neglecting my mom in her elderly years because of the stupid choices she to this day keeps making and has no understanding of. At least she knows she f*cked up when she gave birth to me, because even though her new husband is also abusive she stays with him so my little brother isn't an aborted case too (although I think she got habituated to it a long time ago, she just gave up and decided to take her new husband's side so she can live in her delusion of having a happy family like she wants to, haha). Whenever I think about this, I have to keep myself calm knowing that I can't "blow up" until I've moved out which I plan to do when I start going to university at the latest (why I haven't yet will be covered in the next chapter).
When I was a kid and I asked her why she's even with him, if it's love or economy, she admitted to me she did it for the economy (this guy earns on par with her at the best of times). The fact that she got pregnant to this guy and then moved in and discovered he was abusive, after she already had a kid with another according to her abusive man, should tell you enough about my mom's intelligence and just a little part of why I have absolutely no respect or regard for her anymore despite wanting to have. Several times from my adolescence she's told me I've destroyed her life. She's only said it in anger, but that's when the truth comes out to me. Note how she blames her own child for destroying her life? I didn't ask her spineless, stupid self to give birth to me, she f*cked it all up from the start nicely by herself. I can't wait for the day when I can show how much I resent her and her husband.