My father his hopelessly bluepilled. Just this morning, he got the last reminder of his recent divorce with my mother as the finalized report came in the mail today. Not only that, but his job as a commercial pilot is going down the drain, so he's also got to deal with that.

The problem for me is that I am at an impasse with how to handle him. Over dinner he said that he's saving kids books and toys for when my brother and I "Start crankin' them out.", and within minutes he's a sobbing mess that I can't do anything about.

Part of me really, really wants to just slap him and damn near force feed him the red pill and tell him I've gone full MGTOW, but a small pang of fear rears its head when I look at him. He needs his world, or what's left of it, to stay intact just long enough to move on to something else. I can't step on the shattered remains, because I wouldn't be surprised to see him commit suicide.

He's set on my brother and I getting married, having kids and being just like him. Whether or not he realizes it, that includes the divorce and all.

The world's gone to shit, and it sickens me to see my dad pay the price.