A long time ago, I was a slave to women and the bluepilled dream. I sacrificed everything while putting every girl I came across on a pedestal.

My dad was a member of the sosuave forums back in the day, but as Whisper has stated you cannot help someone without their active cooperation.

By the time I realized my dad was dying, he had already quietly settled his affairs and was ready to let nature take it's course.

But I refused to let him go. Something in me snapped. I didn't want to be this way anymore. I didn't want his last memories of me to be that of a whiny little bitch- a fat miserable slob that had potential but never brought that into reality.

I spent the last 5 years studying, reading, watching, learning, experimenting, lifting, training MMA so that he could witness his life's work come to fruition instead of dying on the vain, and allowing him to pass on into the next life with the peace and satisfaction that I would no longer be a slave to any man or institution. He left behind a man that would not flinch in the face of adversity regardless of the odds.

He passed away in September of last year. I must say: nothing can take the pain and suffering I feel away. Nothing can make me forget the countless days I had to witness my dad struggle just to live. But being able to hold the hand of a girl as she lovingly strokes my hair, being able to sit on the tree listening to the birds sing as I hold another girl, and being genuinely desired by yet another woman as she fights to take my clothes off.. I must say, that it does help this pained and tortured soul.

So I want to thank you all on the redpill for helping me get this far. I want to thank you all for both the praise and criticism that I received from you all. I want to thank u/TheRedPike for always being there for me. I want to thank u/itiswr1tten for compelling me to post on here on the sub once more, I want to thank u/redpillschool for keeping this site running smoith, and finally I want to thank u/Whisper for putting everything here together and helping me achieve my dream of making the last days of my dad's life the happiest and most proud days he had ever lived in spite of his prognosis.

Before I close this post, I want to leave it off with this story my dad once told me: a man once walked on a beach littered with thousands upon thousands of starfish. In the distance, he saw a boy slowly but methodically pick up one starfish at a time and throw it back into the ocean. The old man walked up to the boy and stated "son, what are you doing? You're wasting your time. There's too many. You can't possibly save them all!" The little boy looked up at the man, looked down, picked up another starfish and stared at it before replying "yeah, but to this starfish I'm making all the difference in the world..." He then chucked the starfish into the sea.

Know that in spite of all the shit this community receives, you've saved at least one life here today. Thank you. I just want to cry now. Keep being good, guys.