My dad mostly just did the last one. I hitched a plan to run away to Hooters to see hot giant titty bimbos or something before I'd have to probably kill myself to avoid having the cops take me back home. All-in-all though, it wasn't as bad as it sounds. My grades even improved when my moved with my mom. I mostly just learned to cope when people don't really want me around, but I'm captive. Like, a "game" i'd play with his gf where I'd try to limit what I said to her to just 5 five words a day.

BTW IDK what I would've found at Hooters. Never stepped foot in one. High school fucked me up way more than my dad. I was almost jumped just before I was finally expelled by like 20 jocks waiting for me off school property because I didn't talk to a cheerleader like a year ago. She was out of my league and I had other shit I wanted to do than her. Figured it'd be better for both of us. Guess not. Anyway, wasn't stupid enough to show up even though I agreed to meet them.

Don't worry, school knew. Vice Principal even told me the day after it was smart that I didn't show up because there were like 20 kids waiting for me. I wouldn't have survived. They wanted me dead for beating their asses one-on-one. That's what she caused. I went from bullshitting my way through possibly hostile captive environments to trying to minimize my time in public and walking as carefully as possible with one eye always behind me. That's... Never gonna change either. No amount of therapy or meds will ever change it. Especially with the lack of nuance feminists love to communicate their ideas about men with, and how happily men will white knight them.

It's fine though I got my hand, and the female coworkers who used to get mad when I blew off women while drunk aren't around anymore. I can safely get dangerously shitfaced, blow off a woman way out of my league, and throw up in peace at home or the ER cause I'm diabetic.

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