Before we start this off I realize completely that blaming somebody else (mothers) instead of taking responsibility of my own actions is the essence of femininity and thus I'm a hypocrite.

 

I come from a small family, no siblings and relatives other than just my mother. I remember being lost for the first 21 years in my life as in how I could not just attract a mate despite "doing the right thing". Blaming women for "liking assholes". I even served a year in the army and I still didn't learn to stand up for my own needs. I also, oddly, felt fairly scared every now and then. Can you imagine just existing and feeling like a pussy the whole time? Not a good place to be at. Enter depression, alcoholism and drug abuse.

 

Fall out of school several times, lack all sort of discipline or willpower to finish anything I ever started. Despite my best efforts always failing. Going financially broke even before I manage to move out of mother's house. The longer I spent at my mother's house the weaker I got. I knew I had to get away.

 

Took a loan to move out and fast forward two years: I'm lifting, picking up Tinder chicks like no problem, demand respect from my friends, got a high paying job and being responsible for my own actions. I had been miserable my whole life until' I cut my only family out.

 

The moral is to ignore peer pressure and to follow your primal instincts. And no, I don't hate my mother. She always tried her best to raise me into a "proper man", except she didn't know how to. I'm not going to hate the sky for being blue.