This post started out as a comment in another thread, but ended up becoming its own thing.

My dad worked hard and tried to give my mom everything she wanted, he was blue collar but was making enough to afford a double wide on a five acre plot outside a small town in northern Nevada. He never really seemed like he tried to bond with me that much and even though he was a tough bastard physically, he was a beta over my mom.

Anyway, one day my dad decides to help out a younger man from work who was in need, he was homeless and had nowhere to go. A real smart guy, my dad. He sleeps in the extra room. My mom ends up losing weight, and plucking her bikini line. I know this because I walked in on her plucking it in the living room. Then I hear sex sounds coming from his room. Then I walk into my mom's room when someone was at the door and I see them having sex.

There was no denying it, mom was cheating on dad and she basically had a boyfriend, always flirting n' shit. It was kinda fucked up to because I actually bonded with my mom's boyfriend more than my dad after only a few weeks, he made me laugh more, he roughed house more, he cussed in a funny, non angry way, liked mortal kombat and the simpsons. He was just more fun than dad who was always taking cues from mom... I even remember him apologizing to my angry and shrill mother when conversations start as friendly debates over philosophical and subjective opinions. He was spineless.

Ended up telling my dad after awhile cause it was still fucked up even if I did like him less. We cried together in a McDonald's over it, I was like 10 or 11 at this point.

He tried to make things better, mom ended up resenting me. She couldn't stop cheating, she left him with the kids. He ends up quitting work, pulling us out of school and eventually moved us away, I didn't have any idea what he was doing and I don't think he did either. He was just... running away from the pain of my mother completely throwing everything away for another dick.

Six months in motels mostly in Bakersfield California, then six months living with his side of the family in Maryland after they sent him ticket money. He starts working and ends up saving some money. He get's in touch with my mom who's still living with her boyfriend in a certain shit hole town in Arizona. My fucking dad spends his money to buy a shit van and drive us to my mother across the entire country. Looking back on it, I don't know how I survived this man.

My dad and my siblings began living with my mom and her boyfriend, AGAIN. He was so utterly blind that he was torturing himself by doing this, but it lasted for months. He started to take out his aggression on me more and more by hitting me over trivial shit. One day a friend of my mom's boyfriend, saw him drag me into the house by my hair. And told my mom who then got a restraining order and I never saw him again except for one time when he looked like a long haired hobo who didn't even have the guts to approach me to say a real goodbye. The tragically beautiful part of that moment where he was seen abusing me, is that he punished me for stroking my 12/13 year old ego by continuously challenging my sister to foot races, no joke.

So.. I ended up living with my mom and her boyfriend. She ends up cheating on him, blah blah blah. She's addicted to drugs, blah blah blah, at one point she tells me that my dad isn't actually my dad... Fuck.

Unbelievable. Didn't know what to think.

I hated my mother. So I ran away to a friends house. He was an asshole but I guess I was a head-fucked kid at 14, he was a dumb-ass so he was sixteen but in some classes with me. Also, his family were Mexican Jehovah's Witnesses who had me go to congregations 3 times a week with them, Spanish speaking congregations (I didn't speak much spanish).

Any way, I end up running into my mom on the street with a bunch of people around and we start yelling at each other. She threatens to call the cops on me. Almost as if the universe was calling my mother's shit out, a cop rolls up right then and asks what's going on. I tell him that she has drugs in our house, which she did. It was a beautiful moment, but short lived. They found paraphernalia for snorting but not much else, she was lucky. Since it was Arizona, they did fuck all about the situation.

After that, I'm angry as hell. I call CPS, crying and shit. They actually end up doing something and my mom ends up losing her kids. Another unbelievable moment that stands out about this is one of the last times I ever saw her. CPS ladies wanted to talk to her and they saw her go into her latest boyfriend's trailor. They ask me to get her to come out to talk. So I go up and knock on the door, but there's no answer. Mom's a drug addicted retard so the door wasn't even closed all the way. I go in, she's sucking her latest "boyfriend's" dick and there's a tray with coke or something right there. Classic white trash situation. I tell her the CPS ladies want to talk to her. So she puts on a shirt talks to them while the boyfriend is cussing about the situation and I just get out of there.

Younger siblings had been in foster care and I was living with my friend until we hear that my aunt, on my mom's side of the family, is willing to take us in, so we take a plane to live with m aunt and her family.

But the fun's not quite over yet.

We were there for about 6 weeks, I got into school, started making friends. Then one day my aunt comes out with a worried look on her face and asks me if I know if any of my sibling were molested. I asked her why and she said that my youngest brother, who was like 6, asked her youngest daughter, who was like 5, to put his penis in her mouth. I figured it was just kids playing around, but my aunt freaked out.

She ends up giving up on the idea of caring for us and sends us back to Arizona. Most of my sibling ended up in good homes, but one brother got addicted to meth after being run through the system and never finding stability. I got lucky and was able to live with my grandparents near a certain national park in Arizona.

I was able to finally have a comfortable life after my grandparents took me in. And luckily I was only a freshman in a small high school so I was able to recover in a very laid back atmosphere. Plus I was aloof, utterly distrusted and didn't ever allow myself to feel much for women. Which caused me to end up having a lot of female attention. It helps that I'm fairly good looking though.

Things get pretty run of the mill for the most part after that. I just thought I'd share my story after realizing that, basically, my whole life backs up redpill theory. And I know it may sound like bullshit in some parts, but it's 100% true.