Quote: (04-06-2014 11:05 AM)cardguy Wrote:
Whichever ever way you cut it. Getting divorced is selfish. You are putting your own interests ahead of those of your children.
That's about the size of it.
Quote: (04-06-2014 08:08 PM)poly_72 Wrote:
Now I'm 19 and I notice most male peers with divorced parents who move in with their mothers become beta bitch boys.
For these blokes, that's a tough bullet to dodge...
My parents divorced when I was 10. I came home from school one day to find most of my house packed up and one of my sisters on my Mum's knee crying. "We are moving to xxxx (regional Australian town where both of my parents were originally from)." That was it.
From here on in it was a carnival side show of some of the worst life decisions you could possibly make by my mother.
She immediately made me, her 10 year old son, her primary emotional confidant (
http://www.emotional-incest.com/indexWhat.html ).
This went on for a year or so until another town skip was done from a partner who'd turned violent she'd moved us in with, after the initial move, to a part of the country where we knew no one. At 11 years old I remember looking at her thinking "you have no fucking clue" while she was packing up another house in the middle of the day. 11 years old.
From there we moved back to the original town where the old man lived, who had since re married. I had some form of a life until we were moved back to the town where my parents where from. I finished out high school there.
As mentioned, my Dad moved on, got remarried and is still there. My mother never sorted it out and has been failing at life ever since. I love my mother and wish her all the best, but she wont be coming anywhere near my children. I view her like some crazed, stupid, rabid dog. To be kept at arms length, at best. Emotionally that is, I'm still warm and friendly, and I visit her. But she will always be on the outer, she is just to dangerous.
She never got it together post divorce. 50+, wall long since come and gone, and looking at a lonely, resourceless twilight of her life. She has found and lived with decent blokes (and rich some of them), she always just skips out, like it's some sort of program.
It's from these places you start to see the pattern, her parents divorced, the seeds were sown.
If there were some global head of feminism figure, I would love to get a street address, knock on the door, dump my mother there and say "this is what you create."
Of my two younger sisters, one is a lesbian and lives with her girlfriend of 6 years (she was the most attached to our Dad, interestingly). The other has a habit of dating men 10 - 15 years her senior. When she was 18 she was seeing a 32 year old. No one got out unscathed.
Certainly not me.
I remember puberty starting to hit, when I was 12 and resenting the changes my body was going through and being scared of them. I was becoming a man, hair was starting to grow things were starting to change,
and I hated it. I had been recruited into my parents divorce, on my mothers side and had been exposed to her opinions of men then. I never hated my Dad, I did view him as stupid and inferior
as his young son. I ended up with an intrinsic hatred of masculinity, that went all the way to my bones.
This is why I will always have some time for some of the ideas of the Paul Elams of the world. Due to my experience, I see some of the things he speaks of as an attack on masculinity at a deep, personal, emotional level. Actually making young boys resent being male.
It got worse from there.
It turns out, if you are a a male adolesent becoming a young man deeply at odds with and resenting your masculinity, there are whole social groups you can dissolve into and have these attitudes afirmed and replayed back to you.
I found myself neck deep in an alternative music scene with a strong focus on pseudo spirituallity and recreational pyschedelic drug use. I will let those of you who can join the dots do so. It's a global phenomenon, a lot of the music from which centers around a certain recently created middle eastern state. Heavy in feminist values and certain eshewing of anything masculine, propelled by the use of psychedlic drugs.
I drifted here for a few years. There were always women around me, I could never get it together though. I wanted to play the field, I just didn't have the emotional artillery or the masculine capital. A series of LTR's interspersed by droughts (where it was almost like I was turning down sex. Looking back with Red Pill eyes, they were throwing themselves at me. I didn't notice, nor would I have known what to do if I did). My relationships ended up with me wondering at what point I had agreed to be a slave.
Then I got lucky, real lucky. Life savingly lucky. I met some men, older men, and, still left to my old devices, was turned down a few roads. A lot of me undoing myself, and my childhood was wrapped up in redefining my relationship with my old man. A passage from this book:
http://www.stevebiddulph.com/Site_1/The_...nhood.html stands out, where a young man turns up on his estranged fathers doorstep and says "I no longer accept my mothers opinion of you."
It was still a long road from there. I ended up with a bird, a good one seemingly. Five years in she came home from a festival and told me she fucked someone else. That night I sat on the couch with my laptop and found this:
http://www.singularity2050.com/2010/01/t...ubble.html and a little blog that used to be called Citizen Renegade...
I'm sure no-one asked for a life story, but when you ask about parents divorcing you are asking about events and forces that ripple over lifetimes, from one generation into the next.
A lot of my friends where from broken homes, including the girl mentioned in the last paragraph, and quite a few of the others I ended up with. The destruction is astounding. I have had mates in psych wards, obliterated by drugs. The casualty list goes of from there.
I'm 30. I am now where I should have been when I was 25 in terms of understanding of women, finances and personal development. I'm lucky, and smart, and will make up ground quickly. Many wont, haven't and can't.