They Both Sucked; or, The Actions of One Masked The Other

[the following is a scatterbrained ventpost. we find that there is utility in blasting our incomplete thoughts about our upbringing, as it sometimes helps jog our memories and pulls forward a better understanding of our deeply-hidden feelings and thoughts. this is, essentially, the incomplete initial reaction to information we'd been ignorant to our entire lives.] I think we've spoken before, many times, about how much of an asshole our father is. Boisterous, immature, loud, explosive, ignorant. The type of man that the manosphere would consider the manliest of men, and yet he is one of the most miserable men I've ever met in my life. How any man would strive to be like this is beyond and beneath me. It's a hollow life to live; no love for anyone, just hate. Never a word of genuine support, but always a shotgun of shit-talk. No matter how good a job you do, he will find or manufacture an imperfection to tear you down with. His behavior was so overt and loud, however, that I had…