Sojamehlbrot
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I was visiting my dad today and he showed me a photoalbum of me and my half brother. I was 6 in most of the photos and he was 16.
I always knew my half brother was good looking but this shit was so blackpilling. You see me in those pictures, a boneless ginger pheno kid, next to my 8/10 (nowadays 6’4) brown haired half brother.
What really added salt to the wound was one picture with him and his girlfriend. He had this skater boy / stereotypical teenager look which I am trying to go for and next to him is a girl which I would legit commit homicide for. Same teenager aesthetic and a 8/10. I never had this. I will never have this. The only girl I ever kissed was an ethnic 5/10 at my ripe age of 18.
What really got me into a state of despair though was thinking about how much better of a childhood my half brother had. My dad had him with some woman he stayed together with for 12 years, 9 of which with his son. They did fun stuff together, my dad teached him stuff, he grew up in a stable loving family.
But then my dad and his wife divorced and soon after he pumped and dumped my 4,5/10 mother, creating me. I never had this childhood. My father didn‘t stay around for a single month after he found out my mother was pregnant. Growing up I saw him maybe once every few months whilst he still spent days every week together with my half brother. I was the dirty child, the bastard.
After the realizations hit me I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I cried for a solid 10 minutes. In fact I have tears in my eyes while writing this.
I would have rather been born to an oofy doofy 5/10 father who sticked around than being the forgotten child of my htn father, even at the cost of a slightly uglier face (what does it matter though, everything below a 6 is completely invisible to women anyways lol)
I can’t help but feel resentment towards my half brother. He was always nice to me and even offered support when he heard I fell into depression in my early teens. He is a good person yet all I feel is hate.
My life could have been different.
I always knew my half brother was good looking but this shit was so blackpilling. You see me in those pictures, a boneless ginger pheno kid, next to my 8/10 (nowadays 6’4) brown haired half brother.
What really added salt to the wound was one picture with him and his girlfriend. He had this skater boy / stereotypical teenager look which I am trying to go for and next to him is a girl which I would legit commit homicide for. Same teenager aesthetic and a 8/10. I never had this. I will never have this. The only girl I ever kissed was an ethnic 5/10 at my ripe age of 18.
What really got me into a state of despair though was thinking about how much better of a childhood my half brother had. My dad had him with some woman he stayed together with for 12 years, 9 of which with his son. They did fun stuff together, my dad teached him stuff, he grew up in a stable loving family.
But then my dad and his wife divorced and soon after he pumped and dumped my 4,5/10 mother, creating me. I never had this childhood. My father didn‘t stay around for a single month after he found out my mother was pregnant. Growing up I saw him maybe once every few months whilst he still spent days every week together with my half brother. I was the dirty child, the bastard.
After the realizations hit me I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I cried for a solid 10 minutes. In fact I have tears in my eyes while writing this.
I would have rather been born to an oofy doofy 5/10 father who sticked around than being the forgotten child of my htn father, even at the cost of a slightly uglier face (what does it matter though, everything below a 6 is completely invisible to women anyways lol)
I can’t help but feel resentment towards my half brother. He was always nice to me and even offered support when he heard I fell into depression in my early teens. He is a good person yet all I feel is hate.
My life could have been different.
