Yeah, I’ve had trouble with women my whole life too. It’s like I get near a crazy chick and the hair on our necks stands up. Instant attraction. And I mean crazy. Traumatized people can identify each other in a crowd sometimes. You can see pain in people’s eyes.
When I find a cool, normal chick I might find her attractive. I might date her, but I never become attached. I attract women with real, diagnosed personality disorders regularly. It took me a long time to understand that I was doing this on purpose, and subconsciously I knew that once they started acting out, I could leave them easily, which they never expect and I’ve caused a lot of pain to a lot of women who are already damaged. Not to mention wake of destruction in the lives of so many fatherless kids that came with them. Not because I was awful to them, but because of the attachment that I broke.
For years, as a traveling young lineman, it was almost part of my training, to meet new women everywhere we went and use them, basically, for a place to stay and sex and whatever else. It seemed fun and mostly harmless at the time. They ALL thought we would stay, and some guys did. We picked up new ones and dropped some off everywhere.
A lot of ladies were looking for a way out of their small town. I learned a lot about how some women can be And I’m pretty scarred from it. When you’re in town for a good time not a long time, all the sluts come out. The most action I ever got consistently in my life to this day was when we worked at an army base. All those girls were dating or married to a soldier over seas. And I would throw these huge hotel parties in whole wings of a hotel and spilling out into the parking lot. Total debauchery.
I went home for Christmas one year and knocked up my old foreman’s gfs sister. She said she was on birth control so I let er rip. She got me. She fully admits this.
I was abused too. By women also. Not my mom though. But my step dad who raised me since I was two was a gangster in Mexico in a previous life and his whole family was killed in the nineties. We didn’t know he had a whole other identity and family, but that’s how we found out. He was very much a psychopath. My first school fight, he saw me getting beat up by two kids, smacked them off of me, took me to the car by my ear and beat me like a man for losing the fight. People are so fucked up man. And it just keeps going. I wish I’d gotten into healthier things when I was younger. Work was always my outlet. I never got rich though, and it took me way too long to understand why. Like 25 years trying to be the best at the hardest thing I could find and I finally realized almost no one cares or even knows what it means.