What my mother blessed me with.
I grew up dirt poor without a Father. I had terrible examples of men inserted in my life time and time again by my branch swinging mother. One thing I was blessed with was the ability to understand humans and their behavior.
I watched my mom swing branches for over a decade until she found a man to take care of her who was well off and owned multiple properties had a pension and was generally well off.
From a very early age I knew that women were hypergamous and would always take a better opportunity if it were presented to them.
I was blessed with struggle:
Being abandoned by my mother from an early age for weeks at a time and being raised by my siblings and their friends taught me that I had to become one with loneliness and thankful to those who gave me their precious time, lessons, and resources for my benefit.
Being hungry. I mean actually hungry. My mom abandoned us to live with her boyfriend(s) and would check on us every five days, six days, two weeks… She would leave my older sister with a book of food stamps and sometimes pay the electricity and water bill. Being hungry taught me that I had to get it for myself.
At the ripe age of 11 we were killing our pet rabbit and using the shake and bake in the cupboard to season him. The shake and bake and flower and a couple spices were the only things in our cupboard for two weeks. After days of trying to mix flour sugar and water together and make “bread” and begging strangers for money we decided to kill the rabbit and eat it.
A couple days later we walked the couple miles to where my mother was staying with her boyfriend and his family. She was drunk from the night before. Her boyfriend wanted to know what we were doing at his house. We told him we just wanted the food stamps and we would leave. We got in her purse and their was only the “ones” left. She was still drunk and we could not talk to her. My older sister asked my moms boyfriend why all of our food stamps were gone. We didn’t have any food in our house and she just got these food stamps. He said that they had been barbecuing and spent most the money on steaks and that she had got him some groceries. This guys fridge was full, like overflowing full, his cupboards had more food than I had ever seen in one house. We called our Father and his mother to ask for help. They called CPS, we only wanted groceries.
This taught me a very valuable lesson. My mother could give a fuck less about me. The woman who taught me what I should think about women showed me that no matter what, they would always choose what was best for them.
We sent my little sister to Taco Bell to beg people for food and we would split five ways whatever she came back with. We also stole and begged a lot.
Some lessons I learned from some of the branches that my mom swung to.
**The Cop-**This man was around when I was quite young. Some of my earliest memories are of this man beating my brother and I relentlessly in the middle of the night. Literally coming in and yanking us out of our beds and beating the shit out of us. Often with a belt. This man taught me that you should never trust anyone and that those in power are often the most cruel. I can wake up at the drop of a dime, a dog sleeping at the foot of my bed is the only thing that allows me to sleep heavily through the night.
The kickboxing instructor- Taught me how to fight, to mercilessly destroy your opponent at all costs, groin shots, eye gouging, whatever it takes. Knives, guns, whatever it takes, the only thing that matters is that you win and never let another man best you especially when your life depends on it.
Cruelty. This man taught me that humans are inherently evil and that there are no limits to the evil that men can do. This man molested my sisters and beat my brother and I relentlessly for years. I learned to never trust anyone. I have only lost one fight in my life, out of the hundreds of altercations that I have been in growing up I have never been severely injured. I have quickly and effectively dealt with violent and dangerous situations more often through fighting but through intelligent retreat as well (usually when guns are involved).
The Mason- This man was in my life for a short period of time. In and out for about a year. He was a bodybuilder. He taught me that if you want to fuck women you have to be in great shape. At twelve years old he bought me an olympic ez-bar and weights. He also bought me dinner ( a hundred dollar lobster dinner) for quitting smoking. He taught me to pass on what little you know to the next generation, regardless of whether they are yours or not. The weights helped me fight, a lot. In high school I was able to get so many girls to blow me that my older brother and his friends were often jealous at how many girls I could pull. This guys name was Joe, and although he was a piece of shit he blessed me with lifting which I have never stopped since that day.
The superintendent- This was the highest branch she could ever swing to. Actually the father of her previous boyfriend. This man taught me work ethic. He worked harder than anyone I have ever met. I learned that you could own anything you want as long as you are willing to pay the price. This man taught me that my mother was worthless, I knew it, but when he kicked me out and I had to sleep on a park bench in a dangerous area full of drug addicts it really set in. I begged her to help me, that I was scared and I needed her. She told me “There is nothing I can do for you.” I was 14. This blessed me with an inner strength and a drive to never fail. I have never from that day been in a position where I could not pay my own way. I told myself that I would never sleep in a place where I was unsafe again.
There are many others that I have derived many lessons from but it would be an exhaustive list to go through them all.
What I took away:
I have created a life for myself and my sons that is like nothing that I have experienced. They know nothing but security and the only examples of “men” allowed in their lives are ones that I have throughly vetted. I have invested heavily in my education and am starting a new job soon that pays $100,000+ a year without traveling. (I made more than that before but I was never home.)
I dropped out of school by 7th grade (I continued through to 9th grade which I repeated 3 times before I ultimately quit). I taught myself from books to get a GED. I then went onto go to college. I am one math class away from my AAS. Which I have studied while working and raising my sons, not for my career, solely for my need to be a better more intelligent man.
I have learned to lead by example. I make mistakes all the time. I reflect, problem solve and keep pushing forward(upward). I try to become a better version of myself everyday and I pass that knowledge onto my sons and those around me.
All my friends are either in prison or degenerate filthy drug addicts. I do not do drugs and never have. I control my drinking like a man and never lose control anymore, my twenties were another story. I have stopped associating myself with any negative people.
Some of the negatives and maybe some positives:
I treat women the same as I do men. Only for what they are truly worth. I can and have slain so many vaginas that women are truly of zero value unless they have actually built value in their lives and themselves. My wife knows this, and is constantly trying to improve my life through her positive behaviors that affect me. I am happily married, but my eyes are wide open. I am truly ready to drop her like a rock if the need arises, she is eerily aware of this, and acts accordingly.
I have finally become a man that I am proud of. I feel like I am still at the bottom of the mountain, but I am always climbing.
My “Fathers” entire line is dead now other than my sons and I. It has released me from an obsession to have a positive male mentor in my life and truly allowed me to get over my past.
I have forgiven all of those who have wronged me and written them into my history, none are allowed in my future.
TLDR: Search exhaustively for lessons from positive male role models and examples of positive behaviors and insert them into your being to become the best version of yourself.
There is lessons to be learned from everyone. Sometimes how to act, sometime how not to act.
Struggle is the chisel that you craft your coliseum with.
“So many women, so little time.” Gramps.
Edit: Thanks for all of the love.
I explained this to a guy I went to college with, when he asked why I was always so positive about other mens work and never had anything but good things to say even when some peoples speeches were garbage or their skills were lacking. Always lift you brothers up never put them down. It's amazing what a man can turn into with the right words of encouragement. None of us were born with inherent value, we have to build it, and in turn build each other.
I tried to reach all of you that messaged me. I am not really keen to give you my personal info, start a chat maybe we can get to know each other first lol.....
And to you haters-Suck it()()---------))))