Hi! I'm guessing you clicked this because you're so fed up with 'men' and constantly wonder, "why the fuck are they like this?" Guess what? Me too. Obviously. Not a day goes by without men raising my blood pressure (and I'm not kidding).

That's the very reason I made this blog. I just thought, why not turn my misandry into an actual hobby I'd enjoy? Yes. I DO love writing, and trust me, I have a lot to say. Now I have this, I can finally have a place to rant my frustrations on men. And I'm starting from the veeeryy beginning.

So I had this dad, right? Yes. Emphasis on the word "had". And before you think 'Ohh, of course it's a girl with daddy issues.' Nope. Those "daddy issues" have the least role in my misandry. I told you, this is just the beginning. Anyways.

One of my earliest memories of him was a story my mom told me which makes me burst out laughing everytime I remember it.

Now, before you start judging me, I was four years old. Four-year-olds are notoriously stupid.

I seriously don't know what was happening at that time, but at some point I looked at him and said:

"Mommy doesn't love you anymore."

Just like that.

Apparently, he got drunk afterwards.

To be fair, if a preschooler looked me in the eye and casually informed me that my partner didn't love me anymore, I'd probably need a drink too.

Growing up, I didn't really mind the fact that he'd leave randomly, then show up after a couple days, or weeks, and pretend like nothing happened. I didn't have the brain cells yet to think about the reason, let alone question it. 

But then, fast forward to when I gained consciousness, I started realizing that before he left, he and my mom would always get into a fight.

So those days turned into weeks, and eventually, months.

The first few years, I gotta say, I did miss that son of a gun.

But every time he'd come home, the visits got shorter and shorter, and he'd talk to me and my siblings about whatever bullshit his tiny brain wanted to say.

Oh, and he was always drunk every time he came home.

Ok now fast forward to when I was 12.

Turns out he wasn't my real dad.

So I spent my childhood hating the wrong man.

Ok, now before you think, "thank goodness that dude isn't her real father". I KINDA WISHED HE WAS. 

I know, I know, he's an ass, "what the hell is wrong with her?" Let me explain.

I tried reaching out to my biological dad. Turns out he's married to I think was a pretty nice lady (though that wasn't what I thought back then). I messaged him to hopefully ask for help with school and finances, guess what? The dude straight up denied knowing me OR my mom. What a bitch, right? Oh and his wife blocked me with his account. 

For a while, I was angry. At him, at his wife, at my mom, at the universe for somehow handing me two fathers and still managing to give me none.

And honestly? The older I get, the funnier it becomes.

Not funny "ha-ha." Funny in the sense that if I don't laugh, I'll start questioning what kind of cosmic joke this is.

One father spent years disappearing and reappearing like a badly written side character. The other denied I existed altogether.

It's almost impressive.

If there was an Olympic event for disappointed daughters, I'd have a gold medal hanging in my room right now.

Looking back, I don't think this is where my misandry started. But it was definitely my first lesson in what it feels like to be let down by a man who was supposed to care.

So what's the point of telling all this, you may ask? Well, aside from the fact that therapy is expensive, this is where it starts.

My first disappointment in a man moved into my house when I was four years old.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the last.

And if the universe insists on introducing me to more of them, the least I can do is write about it, right?

Men, Unfortunately 🙄

P.S. This is my first piece ever, so go easy on me. 😅

I know this ended up being more of a life story than an actual essay about why men raise my blood pressure, but considering most of the men in my life have given me plenty of material to work with, I figured it was a good place to start.

Think of this as a (somewhat concerning) introduction to who I am and why this blog exists in the first place. Unfortunately, understanding me requires understanding the questionable men who helped shape my personality.

I hope you enjoyed my rage, and the first chapter of my villain origin story lol.

See you in the next one. 💗