He was a 40 year old electrician map drafter for puget sound energy. He was on his way to see me for weekend visitation and was t-boned by a truck that ran a red light.

Essentially my mom "divorce raping" him was the reason he died. He was making great money given the era and his circumstances and yet dies at 40. What. A. Waste.

I feel guilty because i (being 10 years old) was frequently a little shit towards him, blaming him for things that i now know were my mothers fault. It was never anything major, tantrums etc. but looking back it just kills me.

I know topic isn't really mgtow but its a strong source i use whenever i think about dating and chances of success.

Dear diary