I was raised by a single mother myself, together with three other siblings; two of whom were girls (and younger), and the eldest being a boy. My mum was obviously insecure and embittered by her past, though she was intrinsically good. I can say that even the best kinds of women (unicorns or whatever you call them—I don't really care) are bad in subtle ways which seem trivial and bother-less; just so because, their gender status alone makes their goodness appear too glaring as to blur or even utterly conceal their dark, destructive sides. And also because society knows how to glorify them and mentally blind everyone to their mistakes.

So, growing up with my mum had been one of sweet-talking (misleadingly to get me to believe her illusory 'unconditional love'), pampering (externally), emotional manipulation and abuse (actively making me feel guilt for failing to satisfy her whims, expectations—and thoughtless of the effect it could have on me psychologically—and this one was dangerously painful and frustrating), whining and needless complaints (instead of thinking critically to sort out the problem), much complaining (I repeat), seeking attention and constant praise from you for her 'OMNIBENEVOLENCE' towards you, ... I realized my mum was internally treating us, her children(somehow subconsciously) with a bit of bias. She'd actively defend her children against external attacks (I presume: to infuse her 'unconditional love' in them, just so they believe their mum is good, defensive of them and loving. "Hey, see how I defend you against your enemies...", may be a possible thought that would be dominating her purposeful thoughts during such moments)—but, internally, amongst her four children, she's quite personally different. For example, she'd expect that you (male) do everything for them (she and my two sisters); she hated to find my sisters working while we sit, probably having nothing on our hands. I was very responsible with my duties to make her happy and satisfied all the time.

I must say my mum pussified/ feminized us (my brother and me—me especially). She cared less for our personal problems and would only be preaching about her problems (however minor) to get our emotional sympathy (especially me, since I was more empathetic and understanding). I noticed she never ceased to whine or complain instead of taking responsibilities for her wrongs. She rarely initiated anything and if I discreetly do, she'd muddy it with complaints of her worries, sufferings and problems. She'd hardly call me when I went to college. I'd call her most of my time just to find out she was alright. Another thing was that whenever I called her, she never bothered to ask about some of my challenges and encourage me to stay strong but rather, she'd soon monopolize the conversation with a prattlement of her 'infinite' problems. Honestly, I'm 100% certain I loved her more than she did love me—and I know what I'm talking about. I nearly sounded like a dad to her. Because I was very gentle with her and kind to her (more so than my brother who cared less about her, albeit, pussified as well), she loved and preferred my presence more (so I would accommodate her whinings and inspire her soothingly with words and support). Despite my goodness and devotion towards her, she rarely appreciated me and kept being dismissive of my own personal problems—she even would not grant me the chance to share some of my deepest problems. I had to be my own mum and dad. I had to console and cheer myself up. I had to endure alone. Note also that all that while I still deeply loved her—maybe she didn't notice that enough—she was so self deluded of her reality and acted as if only her problems mattered and demanded immediate attention and solution.

As I write this, my current state is emotionally damaged and hurt. I'm all bitter and lonely. My mum taught me literally nothing in life but only to be subservient to her (and women in general—subconsciously). I'm 23, dateless, kissless, and a virgin. I find it hard to connect with women. My life is damaged at every level.

BUT!...currently, that dormant, resentful energy has formed into hate towards womanhood; I really hate women and wish not to tolerate them in anyway. My early, formative years with my mum only did an insidious harm to me at the personal, psychological, and emotional level. My mum is one reason I hate women. Some other women in my larger family as well affected me in similar spirit.

So this is my theory: Boys/ men raised by single mothers were intently and emotionally pussified by their mothers. They were taught to worship women; they were manipulated to believe women are suffering and suffer more; they were made to think women are morally sublime and beyond reproach; they were coaxed to agree that women are better than men; they were taught not to speak about their problems but only hear the woman out... Sometime ago, I was talking to one of my male friends who was also raised by a single mum...and mine!...muscular and well-built as he was, he spoke like a complete simp. He was so blue-pilled and defensive of women even when I confronted him with facts. His entire image as a human was based on a woman's validation and love. I don't know why but I was covertly furious with him. I couldn't understand why he could be such a wimp, manly as he looked. There was this other friend too who was dominantly raised by her mum—and he was completely same. He praised women as if they were beyond perfection. A thing about these categories of guys is that their feminine delusions are so firmly reinforced in them, at the conscious and subconscious level, so that no truth can even lightly shaken them, let alone crumble. They get so aggressive when the nature of women are questioned because when being raised by their mums, they were blinded and fooled by petty acts of motherly love...so they believe women are good and perfect. Their mothers (who knows whether it was deliberate or unwitting) defended and spoke in their favour against external attacks and criticisms even if they knew they were blatantly wrong, just to prove a shallow picture of their care for them. They normally emerge later to be the cucks, white knights, manginas, betas, pussy worshippers,...who regard the esteem of women to a level that borders on insanity and outright stupidity. My brother is very addicted to women and would do literally anything to please a woman; he sickens me to death.