My mom is old-school. 50's mentality she always cooked fresh for the family and raised us.

My dad was the well educated and hard working provider.

They both raised my older 2 brothers and sister.

When I was 10, my dad wanted to speak to a shrink. He was gliding off.

In my youth I have seen some dark things how my dad behaved. He was seeing things that did not even exist.

He tried to commit suicide. He was almost gone. Big cooking knife in his stomache. But the doctors saved him. He did that in his worst state. That was around the age of 18

I never did father son things. My mom raised me. I always saw my father as a patiënt in asylums.

To be honest I never really was busy with school. I was always worried, what if they call me or what is the situation when I come home.


So a few years at the age of 22 I found myself.

Did some small studies and found a job in logistics. But I lack passion.

Have good friends and found a Lovely woman now.

But still I never learned a trade that I love. I'm just a simple packer at a logistics company. I'm ok with it tho. But still I miss passion.

The young woman I'm dating she is in her last university year and almost a animal vet. Operating horses and so.

She has that passion from her mother and fucking respect that and kinda jealous in a good way.

I hope I find it aswell.

To be honest I Wish for WW3.