My dad was pretty red pill, and known to stray. But as far as I know she never cheated. He's been dead now almost 10 years and despite my encouragement she's not even had a boyfriend. My sister and I both encourage her to get out there and try to find at least a fuck buddy (not in those words of course).

When I was ten or so, mom was testing the waters to see who my brother and I would live with in a divorce. Our answers were both emphatically dad, he didn't yell like her, and we would actually listen to him. Dad was stoic, caring, strong and a man capable of leading a family. He dismantled her shit tests, regularly joked about all his other options in the neighborhood, has impeccable frame, and they are still together, go figure.

I don't think anyone will believe this but never. My mother has never done anything remotely like that. My father passed away when I was 13 in 1999, and my mother never remarried, or dated, or anything. She briefly began hanging around with a friend of my father's but he wouldn't date my mother out of respect to him, sadly enough, he also passed away not long after that.

It's hard to remember but my mother, as a wife, was probably everything you could want outside of looks. She worked, kept the house, cooked, and took care of my brother and I. My dad did his fair share too but he worked and also played ball a ton, which my mother never interfered with or tried to prevent him from doing so.

Now, once my father passed away, I was in fact spoiled with a mother's love and looking back now, held me back in many ways, but I don't blame my mother for that. I ended up turning out fine regardless. She just never pushed me, whatever I wanted to do was fine. I think she thought after losing my father she just wanted me to be happy no matter what.

I'm 28 and just coming to terms with the fact that when I was younger (3-7 yrs old) my mother would take me to her boyfriend's (I use this term very loosely) homes to "play" with their sons. I didn't know these kids. They weren't my friends, but at the time I thought nothing of it. This past year it just all made sense to me (finding out the truth of her infidelities). My father suffers from mental illness to begin with and was the bluest of the blue, so I can't blame him for not being that male figure. The cheating definitely multiplied his psychological troubles, though. Both my sister and I discussed it recently. Our mother still does not own even the smallest sliver of her actions. Needless to say I can't trust a woman in an LTR. Been through enough already in my lifetime. By my own hard work have I become successful through the gym and my career. At 19 I figured out a lot of what TRP preaches on my own, but I am glad to be here now. Working with a therapist it is clear to me that your mother is the standard for what type of behavior you will expect from women throughout your lifetime. AWALT? For sure, given the right situation, motivation, or incentive... AWALT.

My mom and dad are christians, 5 children, etc. Talked about relationships with my mom after my breakup and she said, I could have been married to better looking or to a richer person, bu i chose your father, because i liked him for what he is. She said love is not a feeling but a choice. I couldnt put her words in the TRP concept.

Hopefully my mother was not able to find a better man than my father

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some years back, my dad checked into the hospital and was on the verge of death.

my mom wouldn't STFU about how her life is ruined. he makes the money. she gets all her social status through him. AWALT, even your mother.

There should be nothing "taboo" about this subject.

Treating it as such implies our respective Mothers are unicorns simply because they are ...our Mothers.

Crush that inner blue pill pipe dreamer.

He died in his early 50's of a sudden, stress related heart attack while shoveling snow.

That got me thinking. My father is so beta it hurts, my mother literally threw a brick on him once - he was protected by the cars windshield though.

She makes it so damn clear to everyone that she doesn't have any other reason than being with him other than money. ("If only I had my money I would take my kids and leave") Never once in my life saw them kissing or displaying any affection to each other - apart from frustrated attempts of being 'cute' from my father -, they are divorced (I guess) but still live together, she has 4 kids (with me) from 4 different marriages etc.

I can see the same thing happening to my father soon and your family's description certainly reminds me of my own. That makes me realize that maybe I should partner up with him more, for his healths sake. Hes 51. Unfortunately he had his ass whooped by this woman so many times and did so many disgustingly weak things in his life that I find it hard to respect him, even though "its family". Overall he's a great guy, father and businessman, it's just sad that he's so emotionally weak and just accepts being beaten and treated like shit, I wish he would find about TRP some day, but he doesnt speak english.

I thought about having "a talk" with him once, but it really feels wrong. I mean, I'm 30 years younger than him, will I really be the one who has to teach him how to handle his woman and family?

I've never had the least hint of any hypergamous behaviour, though mine was similarly crazy. I still have the same lack of trust.

Sort of a unique situation for me. My mother has always been the main earner of my family (made >500k as a partner in a consulting firm. Retired now). My father did alright, but nowhere near that well. He died when I was a teenager, and since then my mother has been head of the family. She confronted her brother and sister about needing to step their game up and take care of my sick grandmother, and has always told me to look out for myself. Since my father passed and I formed my own successful career, she has never really dated. Tried once or twice but didn't like the guys and they were pretty confused when they found out she made essentially 5x what they make, and therefore didn't need things paid for her. Her having a lot of money and being pretty intelligent relative to the general population (not just women) throws a major curveball to most guy and throws off their game. I'm sure a lot fuck up. I hear the way she talks about celebrities....she's attracted to only insanely perfect dudes.

She lives by herself, in a beautiful house, has some hobbies. Goes out with her friends some nights. I'm sure takes back dudes or whatever, but she seems genuinely fulfilled with her life alone long term. She doesn't need a man long term and has enough going on that she can fulfill any need or urge whenever she wants. I think her circumstances are somewhat unique - widowed, most successful person in the family, had to take care of sick mother for most of her life after her father died, only child in me. I think life forced her to take on responsibilities that most women don't. I certainly contributed to that. Recognizing that she was solely in charge of my development as a young man, I wouldn't let typical woman logic fly, especially when it came to controlling my funds and my social life. I became acutely aware that given her wealth and the collective intelligence between us (which, to her credit, was fostered through great schooling), there was a lot to fuckin lose if she started outwardly expressing her inner AWALT tendencies. We got into vicious fights when I was 16/17/18, as I tried to force logic and reason on her. Some stuff sticked, others...AWALT, whatever.

But I'm very thankful for my mother. She is for sure like all other women, but through circumstance has learned to step up the plate at times.

The greatest compliment I can give her is that I not only love her, but I respect her and take her seriously. People here are so quick to bash women and their mothers. Obviously AWALT, but we're humans...what are you gonna do? I'm not gonna sit online like an ungrateful little bitch and run show on my mom. She raised me perfectly, stayed loyal to my father, earned a fantastic living. The rest is her life...do whatever you want, mom.

What OP described is literally my household, my mother would befriend men constantly and run off and do things with them like go to bars, biker rallies, etc. She was the most abusive, psychological warfare-slinging nutcase I have ever met, and she was perfectly loving until she suddenly wasn't. Anything could set her off, it's like she thrived on self-made drama of the highest degree, like, if she had to find out her sister was a transvestite with AIDS and a black boyfriend, it wouldn't even register on her drama scale, that's how crazy her level of background drama was daily.

She eventually left and realised that the grass wasn't greener, and now she's alone and miserable. Too late now though. I don't hate her, I just hate what she did.

I found out that my mom actually branch swung on her ex-husband to land my dad. Both men were in the army. She was a military whore more or less. I love her and all but when I figured out the nature of how my family formed, I lost some respect for her AND my dad. She actually admitted to revenge fucking some random guy in my dad's hometown while he was visiting brothels in Germany. That was the day TRP really hit home.

My father was never around. Got ripped in child support when I was 16 when my ma figured she could take him to court over it. Disowned me on account of it despite the fact that he was eager for me to have his last name on my birth certificate without a paternity test.

I look just like him in facial features so he's just a cop out. Alpha in the fact that he has 5 other kids wandering about? Eh. A fuck-up deadbeat that wasn't accountable. 100 percent. Better off knowing nothing of the dude and forging my own path. Fuck him.

Something is fucked up in my family as neither of them acts according to nature, their story is extreme blue pill and seeing them sometimes make me believe in unicorns. My dad was a broke manlet running a bar, 1.70cm, 55kg, no house,huge glasses, blind and disfigured on one eye, bald, lived with parents at 30, bar was on rent and lots of lots of debts but still gave a great portion of his income to his sisters and his mother. As long as i knew him he is a quite guy even a pushover, never thinks bad about people, tries to help around as much as he can and quite hard working. My mom was 25 at the time, small frame, HB7, intelligent af, studies psychology, deeply religious and quite extrovert. A common friend of them made them see each other, mom didn't want him because he was running a bar, it's haram according to Islam, she says to his face they can't be together, although dad had some affairs in the past he is blue pill af, gives all rights of the bar to his friend because there was nothing to sell, it was all debt, goes to propose my mom and they get married in months what my mom describes as "i had no intentions of marrying him, it just happened." My mom drops out of school to move in after marriage, they start to live in a small town of 40k population, they together start a new business and my life. Their business spirals out becoming a $200k a year(which worths at least x4 more in my countries standarts) nationwide distribution business of various big brands. Later when 2011 crisis hit we lost almost everything, houses, cars, business and they spent their last savings on me and my sisters schools. Now they are making mere $20k a year from their little shop and they are as happy as ever, dad give himself to gardening and fishing although he lost his sails and mom do religious stuff as usual. Damn I wanna be just like them minus the whole going out of business thing.

For me it was at about 12 that I realized that my mother was essentially a child in a very large body relative to my size at the time.

Women are like spoiled children... or tend towards that nature.

Hypergamy is just the sexual expression of self centered feminine thinking.

Masculine polarity has this objective world view that isn't "normal" as a young child. So when you see your father as having this different way of thinking compared to your mother you realize:

• Women think like children.

• Men think as adults.

 

Thinking back to my childhood with an RP lens is painful. Moms affairs and Dad letting her back afterwards because he must have not seen another life that was possible.

The old man couldn't put his foot down and say No.

I had to learn this lifesaving skill from this community

Remember that show Hercules with Kevin Sorbo? My mom used to be obsessed with that. My dad's a doctor.

When our dog pisses in the house she says "You're bad, but I love bad boys!"

I only pieced this all together recently...

My dad was essentially an AF who knocked my mom up at a party. My mom was a typical party chick who drank a lot and did drugs. She's an alcoholic and pretty much ruined her life from it. She's been arrested for drunk driving, has tried to hit me while she was drunk, fell and sliced her face open etc.. She was a really bad drunk. She couldn't afford the mortgage on our house and we lost it to foreclosure.

I feel awful saying this about my own mother because despite her shortcomings she's still my mom and I have a place for her in my heart.. I just keep my distance from her because her negative demeanor is contagious. But she's probably your stereotypical post-wall woman who rode the CC. I feel weird/awful saying that, but it's the truth. I have a lot of friends whose moms are similar too, it's actually less common for a family where I'm from to be functional and not have some crazy family drama going on.

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What is this?

My mom married young and only after twenty years of dealing with my dad did she divorce him.

She hasn't attempted to re-marry/date.

My mother has been with only one man(my father) her whole life. They are both from 3rd world countries so the relationship is redpill by nature. I know that the vast majority of women are whores,but there are some good ones.

I never realized this. My mom married my dad when he was broke and living in a one-room apartment. It's been 8 years now since my dad passed away, when I was 11, yet although my dad wanted her to get remarried if he died when we children were young, in order to enjoy love & have help/assistance from a man while raising 2 daughters, she never wanted to. She didn't "run off" from my dad even when he was dead, and even despite the fact he gave her permission to.

Use dread on her. If it doesn't work, hard next her. /s

Yes, it's tough to realize your mother is like that. But oh well, there's nothing you can do about it.

That Cliff Richard poster inside her wardrobe.

Literally just clicked now.

Damn.

When I was a young boy my father, a humble farmer, discovered my mother and the man who was to become my step father fucking in the marital bed. This guy was my dads friend and owned a largish company, sports car and big house.

When i reached my 20's I came to the conclusion that Dad discovering them was no accident and Mum had made a business decision to de-merge from Dad and merge with my step father. Ive only recently found the RedPill and learned that this is typical hypergamous branch swinging behavior of women.

The consequences for our family were devastating. I discover later that when Dad found them he went absolutely mental, kicked the living crap out of this guy and had the shotgun to his head threatening a murder / suicide (which in hindsight is a bit BP) and I don't think he has ever really recovered from the shock.

Dad got to be a stoic after the initial rage and depression, who emotionally detached from relationships even with his kids - why would you trust anyone ever again? - I really cant blame him. But he's a fucking dude who still works at 77 (because he likes his work) and lives his day on his terms. I have the utmost respect for him.

My Mum got her big house, holidays and baubles when she 'accidentally' got pregnant with my half brother shortly after Dad kicked her out. But got nexted for a younger slut after 15 years. She was very bitter about that but I found sympathy hard to muster. She had a good innings with my step father and did well out of the second divorce. She now plays a lot of bridge and keeps Shitzu's.

AWALT even your own mother.

My mom is a crazy bitch stuck in HS whose a helicopter parent, so pretty early on tbh. Dad and grandfather swore me off marriage very young. I thought they were crazy. Not so much anymore.

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I grew up in the house of a hypergamous single mother. So I understood from a young age that women aren't the precious innocent angels society tries to portray them as.

Men love women. Women love children. Children love puppies.

My mom cheated on and divorced my dad when I was 2 though I didn't know about the cheating part until last year. My dad got drunk at let it slip last time I was visiting him and I was a bit surprised but not really. It made the fact that her second husband cheated on her a bit funnier. She's currently on her fourth husband.

As adults, my sister and I found letters from my mother's high school boyfriend with whom she corresponded for years while married to my dad. This was after my mother had died, and shortly afterwards, as I was having my own marriage problems, my dad revealed to me that mom actually left him once, when my sisters were still small and he forbade her to take them. She came back like nothing ever happened and they remained together until she died.

I learned a lot from that.

I was raised in an extremely religious household. My father was a science professor at a big name university. My mom grew up dirt poor and when asked (I was about 12-13) why she married dad, she said that she knew that he would always have a job. My mom was very clear and adamant that once you were married, that was the only person you were to ever have sex with again, unless one of you died. Other than death, the first person to have sex with another after divorce was guilty of adultery, which in her mind was probably worse than murder. My older sister waited until my mom died to remarry, I think, for this very reason.

My dad was a situational alpha, a leader in the church (really, the power behind the throne), chair of the department at school, and at his core a good, solid, salt of the earth beta.

I remember one Saturday night watching TV with my sister and my mom, and my sister commenting on the newscaster (a very handsome black man), referring to the fact that mom had a crush on him. I made some comment on the fact that if she'd married him instead of dad that I wouldn't be so prone to sunburn. She giggled, smiled, and blushed. Although my parents were very affectionate towards one another - I would see them make out for 15 seconds or so at a time at least a couple of times a day - I never saw my mom get so giggly when with my dad.

Parents divorced when I was little, and they've been polite ever since. This isn't about Dad tho.

I went back and forth between dad and mom frequently growing up. There was even a good period of time when we lived in a tent, or in a truck campershell that I don't think was actually on a truck, just there on stilts in a campground. Didn't bother me any, Ive always been easy going and accepting. My half brother was conceived in that tent, possibly with me sleeping under the stars just outside.

They argued all of the time, but mom always stayed. By like age 10, I was immune to mom's crying and talking about leaving, because I'd heard the story enough times already and knew she wouldn't. I remember snippets of conversation when she talked about 'most women don't know what good is, or what they'd put up with when they find it'. That same half brother ended up locally famous because the size of his dick was the stuff of high school legends.

Shortly after TRP, those pieces of memory came floating up and assembled to finally show me how my mother was. My mom is a size queen. Unrepentant, inarguable, size queen.

It also made me respect my dipshit stepdad more. You don't get a woman to live with you in a god damned tent in the mountains with her kid unless you're laying seriously epic pipe.

And before you ask, no, I don't have a monster dick, but my kid brother does.

My mother is only a value function and whether she is hypergamous or not doesn't affect me or my goals. The End.

Divorced my dad after 3 years of marriage. Relationships since have lasted on average 2-3 years. Hamsters on lack of 'love' in relationship. The reality is that she can't get past the infatuation phase.

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I never found any examples myself, but if women hamster everything, and all women are indeed like that: this applies

Never because my Mother isn't a degenerate Western female.

When she said trophy wives had earned the right to be with the men who achieved the most. They (husband and wife) had each earned the other- the best/most desirable in their respective peer groups.

My mom is a devout Muslim, no hypergamy. Key word is devout though

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When I was 16 we moved house, only to the next village.

My mother decided to tell me that she wasn't going to move in with us because she was no longer attracted to my dad as he'd gained weight and aged over about 20 years of marriage.

She'd never worked more than two hours a day, didn't clean, couldn't cook, had no idea how money actually worked. Fat and out of shape herself, and had been through a tough illness which saw my dad working, keeping house, being a lone parent and holding his shit together for 6 months.

She moved with us. They never split up. Still together now. She still berates his double chin whilst making no effort to look good herself.

As for me, I've had one long term relationship which I bailed on when i saw my future in both sets of parents. I love bachelor life.

The day I realized my mother was hypergamous was the day I understood the redpill completely.
It was my perspective on her past actions that showed me she was hypergamous not the action itself.

My Mother and my father met when they were 21, they moved in to my grandparents house one year later, entering the not so eternal bond of marriage.
Then they started building there own house. This house is located in the same village I was raised. They lived there before my sister and I were born and it was a much bigger house then the house we got now because my parents 'wanted' to have kids.
So the years moved by and my mother wasn't getting pregnant...at least thats what they say, my explaination is that my mother doubted the marriage and didn't want to get pregnant so she used the birth control pill.
After two years living in this house that they built by themselves my mother started an affair with big blond blue eyed chad thundercock himself. Then one day my father came home from work and found a notepad saying 'Im gone'. He was completely devastated and crushed and in the process they sold the house and my father moved to a shitty appartment in the turks neighboorhood - yeah, we got many turks in germany.
3 years past and because my father is a hard working blue pill Beta he took my mother back when she finally realized that Chad had a huge cock but his financials were not what she hoped for - so she didn't love Chad anymore - sad story, huh?
So she built this house where I am typing this text from and all of a sudden my mother with now being nearly 40 started being incredibly fertile (=she realized she has hit the wall and need to get kids as fast as possible so maybe she should try it without birth control this time) and gave birth to my sister and me in a one year span.

The only reason I know all of this is because my kurdish exGF went to vacation with my family four years ago and when my mother was drunk she told her all of this. Noone ever told me. Without my ex I would be still unaware about the fact that my parents built another much more beautiful house in a much better neighbourhood.

But my mother needed to be hypergamous and ruined everything of course. There were three solutions (1. stay together at House A. 2. Divorce and say goodbye. and 3. Break up, sell the house, built another one then move back in) and my parents decided to pick the shitty third option. But thats to my advantage because otherwise I wouldnt be here.

Now they are constantly arguing about the smallest things because my father doesn't pass a single shit test. He always tries to justify his actions. I tried to educate him in redpill knowledge but he is a hopeless case. He is way too bluepilled to be saved. And of course his behaviour rubbed of on me and I also got this attitude to justify which is essentially the biggest bluepill mistake one can make. I constantly repeat this Mantra 'Dont justify! Dont justify! Justification is inherently bluepill and shows that you give many fucks!'

Father started gaming my mother when he was 17, she was 14, so I don't think that she had been with a guy before that. I've seen pictures of her from her teens and (even though I'm her son so it's a bit weird) I'd say she was objectively about an 8.5. They were from a more Eastern culture (and then moved to Australia where I was born), so promiscuity (especially at that age) was severely shamed when they were growing up. For the girls especially.

My dad got into a good career and started making good money for himself, and in general is pretty assertive. If anything, he errs on the side of aggression rather than passivity. He's also created and runs 3 of his own businesses. As a result of these things, my mother agreed to marry him when he was late 20s and she was mid 20's (not exactly sure of date), though they had been monogamously dating for several years. I'm pretty sure that the 'monogamously' in that sentence is the actual monogamously and not the Western variety, as at that time they still lived in their home country, where if either party was caught cheating there would have been serious negative repercussions for the individual and their family.

In any case, it's interesting that even with this upbringing, moving to a Western culture I feel has increased both of their chances of cheating. Australia is probably not as bad as America (yet), but all the things that you guys notice over there are still present here though perhaps on a smaller scale. I occasionally see my dad checking out younger girls, even my younger sister's friends (around 16/17). My dad's 'game' however, is poor, as it was created in a culture so different to our own, and he fails to understand the importance of negging, and not putting girls on pedestals. He's always been more upfront about these kinds of things, and the current SMP is different to what he had when he was growing up. I've seen him 'hit on' these girls, and he's now been labelled as the creep, and my sister's friends no longer come around as much because of that.

My mother however is a different story. She wasn't exposed to many guys while growing up (overprotective parents), and we live close to a highschool, so we see many students passing our street/driveway. Most days I come home and see her waiting on the porch deep in thought, looking at some of the 'Chads' of the highschool, I can only assume wondering what life would have been like if she had been born in Australia. She's not completely stupid though, as she had a good upbringing, and knows that continuing to live with my father is the best bet for her long-term happiness. My mother probably wouldn't survive a week without my father as she has no knowledge of finance, or taxes, or how to get internet, phone plans, or even live in 21st century life (he takes care of all of those things). But I think her actions are more of a fantasy for her, a fiction to indulge in. However, the fact that it's a fantasy at all constantly reminds me of the hypergamous nature of women.

My mother is not in the best of shape, but looks younger than she actually is. I remember in highschool, inviting my mates over for gaming and talking shit, they saw my mother, and after she left said the typical highschool stuff 'bro i'm gonna bang your mum', 'damn your mum is pretty good' etc etc. She didn't hear any of it (as she had already left), but it's interesting that the highschool boys are a lot happier with my mum than the highschool girls are with my dad, even though they have similar SMV. Just seems to be that guys tend to be less picky about what they can get, and being a beta in interactions with women can overplay being an alpha in all other aspects of life.

I remember growing up, seeing my mother pining for those highschool chad's in spirit, making me a lot more uncomfortable than seeing my dad trying to hit on 16 y.o. schoolgirls. TRP has kind of shed some light on this issue, as the whole idea of males trying to spread their seed as far as possible means that my dad's actions are justifiable, but the idea of females trying to wait to secure the right man, means that my mother's actions are not.

My mother does occasionally start screaming, or guilt trip, or crying, and that seems to have increased the more I grow up. I'm not sure why that is, but if I had to hypothesise, it would be the impact of Western culture on her psychology, where being an annoying bitch in a marriage is seen as acceptable. In her previous culture the man probably would have been permitted to hit her if she had been acting like that. I'm not condoning domestic violence in any way, but I say that to point out that the majority of Eastern cultures had safeguards in place to prevent things from getting out of control in marriages. Western cultures have none of these, which is why the Western family is falling to pieces. At least 50% of my white friends come from families who's parents are no longer together, while at least 90% of my non-white friends come from families who's parents are still together - and to me that speaks volumes about the negative affects of Western culture on ltrs/marriages. It's quite simply not worth getting married at all, and very very rarely committing to an ltr in today's day and age.

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My mother is a bpd junkie, and I'm her bastard child. I've known what my mother was for a long time, but it didn't really click until I found TRP.

My father was the alpha of all alphas. Not a thing I have read here on TRP even comes close to this man. He was the real deal - not a beta drop of blood in him and never passive aggressive.

She just knew not to fuck with him. He never raised a hand to her. Not once. But she knew, I think, that an ass kicking was an option.

She would not have found better and I think she knows it. She was the lucky one and just loved him and that was that.

My mother never really tried to hide it, but at one point when I was in probably 8th gade just before high school, I realized that both of my sisters came from different fathers, as did I. We all had different last names. To be fair though my mother was married to my eldest' sisters father and, I'm only here because he died and, my mother met my father. Crazy

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Can vouch for this. Funny enough hanging around mom and my dads grandma and grandma's friends opened me up to this. Since then I could never look at women the same way and always had disgust for when guys would willingly take outright nasty stressful abuse to stay together with someone. Such a shame but better to be knowledgable than ignorant.

Found out my mom is truly an Alpha Widow. My great grandfather made her call off her wedding to this guy because they were different religions (a true patriarchal move). She met my dad soon after and they got married quick. She was 23 and worried about the wall. This was in the late 60s.

My dad's been a Beta Bux for 45 years. My mom kept one of her ex's letters in a box full of family stuff. I found it and pieced together the story from family.

My own mother was impressively non-hypergamous. She ultimately left my father when he was failing to satisfy either part of the Alpha Bucks potential he had shown in young adulthood.

Was she hypergamous, generally? For sure. She ended an engagement to be with my dad after he fucked her good. Then she never met a man who impressed her the same way.

Can't recall when I learned this. It was too late to do me much good, I had already learned that I didn't care if a girl had a boyfriend, I would take her away and she'd like it. That was a BP "I'd be better for her, and take better care of her," attitude initially; now I just don't care.

Men are so fucking disgusting omfg you won't respect your own moms?? Get fucked, assholes. Your mothers should have left you to die in a ditch. They'd be ashamed to have cared for and nurtured such pretentious, ungrateful, useless sons that you became, if they knew/know what you say about her to other men.

THIS is why I'll never have sex with any of you. I could be the best wife ever, and still have my husband doing this shit behind my back. Unbe fucking lievable. Stay away from women, you're a disease.

mine married an abuser who couldn't hold a job. she stayed loyal the entire time because that alpha abuse is just too tingly to resist. thanks mom.

imo, i would have loved a "beta" father who loved me and spent time with me. mine couldn't be bothered unless he was pissed and needed a punching bag.

i always blamed my father for all the bullshit that happened when i was a kid, but as i got into philosophy and through it eventually trp, i realized that while my father was a terrible person, my mother was ultimately responsible for choosing him despite having many other options was available to her. she could have chosen a man who didn't beat either of us, and who could hold a job and didn't blow money on useless crap. you can still be alpha while being a decent human being.

Dad had a stroke and lost everything. Mental faculties, ability to live on his own, etc. Within 2 years mom started talking about divorce.

I'll keep mine short and sweet, my father was an incredibly abusive asshole who travelled a lot for work. He made a six figure salary working for a fortune five hundred company. I always begged my mom to divorce him because of how badly he would degrade me and keep me locked in my room for weeks at a time when he was home.

Then, when I was 11 or 12 he quit his job and tried his hand at real estate, and his income took a massive hit. Six months later my mom left him, claiming that she couldn't put up with his abuse any more, although he never hit her or verbally abused her.

It wasn't until I was 16-17 that I realized that my mom was only with my dad because his money allowed her to live a comfortable lifestyle and she could do what she pleased when he was gone. She never gave a damn about my security or development.

Edit: She also never cheated on my dad, I don't think romantic fulfillment was even on her radar, she just cared about money and social status.