To: Some women only have a child to secure a position in society or for the cash they can get . Kids know after a while if they were a business deal or truly loved . .. you sound like a wonderful son
Me: My parents hated me from before I was born. My mother was a Jew and she married my father who was a Christian, to hopefully avoid being executed by the Nazi’s in WW2, if the Nazi’s managed to reach England, which history shows, they never did.
Her parents disowned her and when she took me to visit, they talked to each other as if she was not there and she always left in tears, so I am neither Jewish or Christian and fall somewhere between the two, because neither religion accepts me 100% – a white black man, you might say!!
My parents blamed me for everything “bad” that happened to them and I was mentally abused by my mother and physically abused by my father and I reacted with “passive resistance” while I lived with them, until I escaped to bedsit land in London, when I was 16 or 17 years old.
I came to hate my parents with a vengeance – once my father beat me so badly on my bottom, I was unable to sit down for a week and each time I tried, but could not, they laughed themselves silly, they thought my pain was so funny.
I left England and them when I was 24 to never return and I swore that I would never have children to carry on my fathers line and I never did – my “line” goes back to 1066 and 2nd in Command of William The Conquerors Forces at the Battle Of Hastings. My line dies with me.
My family motto is “Nil Desperandum” which means “don’t despair” and I am so used to nothing going right, that I accept everything, shrug my shoulders and just carry on unfazed – my ancestors must have upset someone able to put a curse on my family through generations, but that ends with me.
My above explanation, was based on my own experiences of the women I came into contact with, including one “Gold Digger” who had me insured to die after 4 years of marriage to her, when she would have scooped the pool – I had an out of body experience prior to jumping, a cone of silence descended over me and a voice came into my head and said there was nothing wrong with me physically, it was all financial and because of that, I am still here today, some 30 years later.
She was my 2nd marriage and I never remarried again, although I came close a couple of times.
Since divorcing me, she is now on husband number 6, having successfully topped most of the others, so far as I have been able to find out – it is not a crime here for women to do that, unlike in America.
Now I rent a room, in my home, for $5 week plus $45 for expenses (in a $500 weekly rental area) to a woman who keeps me company and if I predecease her, my Will gives her “the lot”, I am wealthy.
If she leaves, she leaves with what she arrived with, because she rents a room from me and has no right to anything otherwise.
If she predeceases me, I will look around for a skinny replacement as this one, unfortunately, is a Ten Ton Tessy and unable to move around unaided and can’t do much walking and all that we could otherwise do together. (shrug).
We only have one life and we are a long time dead, so make the most of yours and when you die, don’t have too many bad things in your past, which you might have to answer for, after death and whatever might follow.
R