The post-modern father

I screw another girl while married.
I choose a girl who used to be in a cult where everyone's dead.
Only 6 months after my wife's death I plan a trip with my kids and her.
When my son says "WTF dad?" I don't have a single clue what he's talking about.
I screw the girl loudly in the lodge with my children, who just lost their mother, sleeping upstairs.
I leave them all alone in the remote mountain lodge for weeks.
Before I leave I give a gun to the cult girl and make sure she knows how to use it.
But on the other hand I neglect taking away all my ex-wife's belongings, thus making everyone feeling bitter and uneasy.
I'm a zero. I'm already dead in my head but I'm not aware of it. I'm not a father, I am not even a man anymore, I am just a product of my dumb generation.

And I am also in a stupid movie, which tries to build a story from these silly grounds instead of analyzing my sick and tired mind and how I got so low.