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I'm going to go out in public and growl at strangers just to feel something. Grrrr. There's Normies out there. They'll never understand me. I'm FUCKED in the MIND!!! I'M FUCKED IN THE MIND!!!! Also happy pride month everybody :)

OHHH MY GODDDD 🥰🥰🥰😇😇😇😇

So my ex wife dropped off my kids (22 month old son and 1 month old daughter) yesterday and of course we got into it, she was yelling at me that I've really changed recently and that she thinks I'm "spiraling again," and I basically told her to shut up and that I'm basically listening to a lot of podcasts and becoming a fucking alpha and eating so much protein that basically I'm ripped and don't need to listen to her. Sure, as of right now, she is way more ripped than me because she fights crime for a living (she does vigilante justice she is not a cop), but in just a few short months Im probably going to have crazy gains and basically start mogging her at the gym probably. Anyway she started copping a real attitude with me but before she could really respond we heard the door slam. And we saw thst my 22 month old son was gone, and that he had left a note saying that he was running away because he can't stand to listen to us argue. My son is missing he has run away and I don't know what to do but I know its totally her fault I don't know what to do im in ruin

My absolute BITCH of an ex wife keeps nagging me to spend more time with our children. I'm busy, God Damn It! Doesn't she know how HARD I work at the Dangerous Chemicals Factory?? How much fucking effort it took to get into the Bug Leagues??? Doesn't she know that seeing my kids gives me the sinking feeling that I am completely incapable of taking care of myself, let alone two beautiful children, without ruining them the way I have ruined the lives of everyone I have ever cared about???Jesus Christ it's like pulling teeth getting respect as a man nowadays.

My ex wife and I are devastated. Every day we wake up at 5am and search for him in the streets. Our son. We search all day, looking for him in bushes, under cars, in the neighbors' garages. I always feel like he's right around the corner. I keep thinking he will come back home. We set humane traps for him all around my apartment complex, using a giant lollipop as bait, as that is the snack children like the most. I feel fucking hollow. Come home, my son. Come home.