Coming from a man who was a kid with a giant dick for a father, id say have at it buddy. Just dont do anything to void the policy for the kid, and make sure he is in good hands (PoS dad usually means PoS mom). And make sure you get as far away from him as soon as possible (preferably before he can remember you, or you can do anything to make his life worse than you are already trying to). Leave the state, or better yet country. So start chiefing cigarettes (no filter) and whiskey now, and cross your fingers. Or better yet man the fuck up and raise your son. Its your fault that he was born on this planet, so why not make it the best that you can for him. Because you're a dick. So stop being one? You dont make enough money to pay for the insurance after you turn 40. So drop it? get a better job? start saving for your son to have a better life than you did? You arent thinking about your son here, youre just being a fucking idiot. I grew up with my mom (who worked at a grocery store), and my 4 sisters, and you want to know what the hardest part was? not the fact that i had to get a job when i was 11, or wearing clothes that didnt fit me, or that i had to sew back together myself, or seeing my mom bruised and bloody and not knowing what to do about it or how to help. It was not having a father around to teach me how to be a man. Sure it felt great being the man of the house, and taking care of all the "manly" work when i was a kid, but it turned me into an angry, bitter, hateful person. Luckily i found my way out of it. Who's to say your son would though? If you're willing to take that chance, then fuck it go all out. Just dont think your son, or anyone else will ever love you for it.
Very well said and I appreciate your candour. I will not go into detail as to what I have gone though to get to this point of thinking. However, I appreciate every single one of the hardships life has thrown at me, since it has hardened me to things that weaken a man such as pity, fear and cowardice (just my opinion of course). I do not complain about such things or use that to justify who I am as a person or why I do what I do.
Just to state, I do not intend to run anywhere. This is not me trying to kill myself or some such bullshit. I will raise him for as long as I breath. Simply put, my policy runs out when I turn 40. I do not see it as giving up however I see it as what it literally is. Insurance, assurance in the case of death. It is a fantastic policy simply just because of the stipulation that it will run out when I’m 40.
My son will be a grown man by then and he will be expected to take over the family.
Now to confirm, I most likely will not die before the policy runs out. I have many more years to try and make more money and progress in life and all that positive shit. I will hopefully be able to renew the policy (at an very exorbitant rate) but this is highly unlikely unless I make more than £60,000 a month. I try to look at the big picture, he would inherit enough to retire young if that is what he so wishes. Just to state, my son is privileged, maybe not by the empathy of the father so much. However, he has not wanted for anything so far. His mother receives a lot of money to care for him and to relay, she is a saint.
He is and will be in good hands. I have a big family that watches over him. He has uncles and aunts that will take care of him if I kick it tomorrow, and I have loyal and trustworthy people who will manage my money when I am gone. Also, my will is rock solid and covers any incidence of disloyalty that will allow my son to sue any traitor to my will with ease.
I understand full well why you may think that I am not thinking about my son, you are entitled to call me whatever you wish. I will tell you however that my son is my future, he is my focus and I will never abandon him even in death. My will is done, and he will either obey or not. Either way, he insofar has had a great life. I am indeed making a bet against my own health. I understand. However, people die and love is almost irrelevant to me at this point. The best thing is that my boy is alive and happy.
IIN I kinda need to die before 40 so my son can get paid
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Coming from a man who was a kid with a giant dick for a father, id say have at it buddy. Just dont do anything to void the policy for the kid, and make sure he is in good hands (PoS dad usually means PoS mom). And make sure you get as far away from him as soon as possible (preferably before he can remember you, or you can do anything to make his life worse than you are already trying to). Leave the state, or better yet country. So start chiefing cigarettes (no filter) and whiskey now, and cross your fingers. Or better yet man the fuck up and raise your son. Its your fault that he was born on this planet, so why not make it the best that you can for him. Because you're a dick. So stop being one? You dont make enough money to pay for the insurance after you turn 40. So drop it? get a better job? start saving for your son to have a better life than you did? You arent thinking about your son here, youre just being a fucking idiot. I grew up with my mom (who worked at a grocery store), and my 4 sisters, and you want to know what the hardest part was? not the fact that i had to get a job when i was 11, or wearing clothes that didnt fit me, or that i had to sew back together myself, or seeing my mom bruised and bloody and not knowing what to do about it or how to help. It was not having a father around to teach me how to be a man. Sure it felt great being the man of the house, and taking care of all the "manly" work when i was a kid, but it turned me into an angry, bitter, hateful person. Luckily i found my way out of it. Who's to say your son would though? If you're willing to take that chance, then fuck it go all out. Just dont think your son, or anyone else will ever love you for it.
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Very well said and I appreciate your candour. I will not go into detail as to what I have gone though to get to this point of thinking. However, I appreciate every single one of the hardships life has thrown at me, since it has hardened me to things that weaken a man such as pity, fear and cowardice (just my opinion of course). I do not complain about such things or use that to justify who I am as a person or why I do what I do.
Just to state, I do not intend to run anywhere. This is not me trying to kill myself or some such bullshit. I will raise him for as long as I breath. Simply put, my policy runs out when I turn 40. I do not see it as giving up however I see it as what it literally is. Insurance, assurance in the case of death. It is a fantastic policy simply just because of the stipulation that it will run out when I’m 40.
My son will be a grown man by then and he will be expected to take over the family.
Now to confirm, I most likely will not die before the policy runs out. I have many more years to try and make more money and progress in life and all that positive shit. I will hopefully be able to renew the policy (at an very exorbitant rate) but this is highly unlikely unless I make more than £60,000 a month. I try to look at the big picture, he would inherit enough to retire young if that is what he so wishes. Just to state, my son is privileged, maybe not by the empathy of the father so much. However, he has not wanted for anything so far. His mother receives a lot of money to care for him and to relay, she is a saint.
He is and will be in good hands. I have a big family that watches over him. He has uncles and aunts that will take care of him if I kick it tomorrow, and I have loyal and trustworthy people who will manage my money when I am gone. Also, my will is rock solid and covers any incidence of disloyalty that will allow my son to sue any traitor to my will with ease.
I understand full well why you may think that I am not thinking about my son, you are entitled to call me whatever you wish. I will tell you however that my son is my future, he is my focus and I will never abandon him even in death. My will is done, and he will either obey or not. Either way, he insofar has had a great life. I am indeed making a bet against my own health. I understand. However, people die and love is almost irrelevant to me at this point. The best thing is that my boy is alive and happy.
For now at least.