T
TheGreatWhite Cope
Bronze
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2026
- Posts
- 281
- Reputation
- 326
Imagine raising a daughter for 18 years, you changed her diapers, you fed her, bathed her, made sure she was never in poor health, played tea party with her, watched along as she enjoyed her favorite Disney Princess movies, paid for christmas gifts, school supplies, her favorite clothes and toys. You took her to all her sports practices, cheered her on from the sidelines as she scored her first goal, and took her out to get ice cream after the game ended. Gifted her her first phone, paid all her phone bills, and later got her her first car. It puts a dent in your pockets and you get no return on it but just the feeling of hearing "Thank you dad, I love you so much" makes it all worth it for you. You help her apply for universities and take her to all the open house tours. You stand by her side anxiously as she opens the acceptance letter, she got in. You and her shout for joy as all the hard work leading up to this moment has paid off. She'll be off to university in the next month or so.
Tonight is her prom, her date has just arrived, and your daughter rushes downstairs in glee. You stand there waiting to shake the lucky boys hand, and what comes next will forever haunt you for the rest of your days. The car door opens out comes a 6'6 225lb virile Negromaxxed Black male. Your heart sinks down your body as you gradually become casted over by his shadow. "Daddy, I'd like you to meet Tyrone" she says. Immediately, the world around you begins to blur as you stare into blank space, and your ears ring as they start to tune out all noise. "Nice to meet you unc, I'lmma have her back home by 11:30" .
"...Okay." you mutter softly, still staring blankly in shock trying to process the fact that your sweet little girl is a "coal burner". They leave together. 11:30 comes by, she's not back. 12:30? Still nothing. 1:00? 2:00 AM? Nada. You lie in bed staring into the ceiling not wanting to accept the obvious, but the longer time passes the more the realization becomes clearer and clearer to you to a point that you can no longer deny. And then it hits you.
You've just spent the last 18 years raising a daughter only to have her currently being ravaged & destroyed by Tyrone.
Is the father justified in his crashout?
Tonight is her prom, her date has just arrived, and your daughter rushes downstairs in glee. You stand there waiting to shake the lucky boys hand, and what comes next will forever haunt you for the rest of your days. The car door opens out comes a 6'6 225lb virile Negromaxxed Black male. Your heart sinks down your body as you gradually become casted over by his shadow. "Daddy, I'd like you to meet Tyrone" she says. Immediately, the world around you begins to blur as you stare into blank space, and your ears ring as they start to tune out all noise. "Nice to meet you unc, I'lmma have her back home by 11:30" .
"...Okay." you mutter softly, still staring blankly in shock trying to process the fact that your sweet little girl is a "coal burner". They leave together. 11:30 comes by, she's not back. 12:30? Still nothing. 1:00? 2:00 AM? Nada. You lie in bed staring into the ceiling not wanting to accept the obvious, but the longer time passes the more the realization becomes clearer and clearer to you to a point that you can no longer deny. And then it hits you.
You've just spent the last 18 years raising a daughter only to have her currently being ravaged & destroyed by Tyrone.
Is the father justified in his crashout?
Last edited:
