Incoming short life story.

Bad childhood and teen years raised by some Canadian cunt with feminist projection issues. Beat, daddy doesn't love you, the whole nine yards. Was talked out of actual jobs to rake care of her ranch. Failed college for alcohol, moved in with my mom. Spent my 20s trying to erase those years. Didn't work.

Come to my senses right about 30. Good job, nice 2019 Chevy truck, nice little 3 bedroom renthouse (went with the job, but I paid rent), and "dating" the bosses daughter. Worked hard in my 20s while fucking up. Covid hits.

Job stops paying, paid per call, blames me for not paying rent while not paying me. I tell woman to get lost because she liked having other guys around (I was more stable, less high school chad). Evicted from house, move in with actual mom and stepdad. Get new job. Truck starts ticking because of collapsable lifters, can not afford to fix so trade in for awd car.
Helped parents move cities. Get 2 more jobs. Now stuck in rut due to late start, shifty choices, mostly bad president's since I graduated (2007), and shifty economy with ever increasing taxation. Can't afford shit because I'm preloading the IRS and state with 200 a week, and stuffing a Roth Ira and stocks as much as possible. Savings account interest isn't high enough. Yes, my emotional maturity is behind as well as my Financials. That happens when your millionaire dad drives you to your mom's and drops you off in the truck he "gave" you and leaves. Then proves the stepmother correct by not making purposeful contact or helping in any way. Especially after he spent no time trying to raise you. OK maybe this issue is mostly unresolved, I just deal with it and smoke legal pot. I quit drinking, cigarettes, and coke. Also stopped being around those people and places.

I'm damaged and cptsd'd the hell out, but I manage. The best I can do right now is to not be a burden, much less someone's blessing. I help my parents when I can, I love God (even so much when I argue with Him, He's daddy), I love what this country should be and stand for, and Trump is my President.

Admittedly, I'll probably never understand what it's like to be that "driven" Chad. However, I understand what it's like to be broke, damaged, and wanting. Something that many will never experience. Having always been at the bottom, I'm learning what it's like to work your way up.

Sorry for the length. Any questions just ask, I'm a pretty open book, and silence is not my strong point.