Hey guys, I'll start off by acknowledging the obvious: this is going to be some serious RPR. Judge all you want, this is just a throwaway for me to get some shit off my chest.

To begin, I'll start off by saying I've lived with 3 lesbians for the better half of my life, 2 of whom are actual blood family. My love for them is fading fast as my understanding of the stupid creatures known as women only grows with each interaction. Ever since finding this sub and living by a modified form of the MGTOW principle, I've found some relative success in my life which is a feeling I previously wasn't very familiar with.

There was a time I'd have white knighted for these women because they're family, but now I'm here to tell you that I'm beginning to see just how critically devastating homosexuality on the part of either gender truly is to society. I'm not here to talk about that though.

It's important to note that I did have to move back in with these members of my family as when I stumbled upon MGTOW, I was still in a relationship. I had to sacrifice some of my personal freedom to get out of that mess. Since then, I've been saving and working day in and day out (anywhere from literally 12 to 16 hours a day plus my weekends). I've lost a shit ton of weight over the summer, now looking to bulk over the winter because I'm not going to stop working out just because of a little chilly weather.

Earlier this year, my sister's little butch of a girlfriend threatened me with violence at the dinner table. Both "mothers" acknowledged the threat as potentially serious at the time; my sister defended it as just a joke. Correct me if I'm wrong, but two rules of civilization apply to this scenario in my mind: 1. You say something like that to someone you don't particularly know too well, there's a good chance it'll be perceived as a threat, and 2. As much as feelings don't matter to me, words do have an effect and once they're said, you can't take them back. Is that not the case?

Clearly not with these cunts. We'll fast forward to a couple weekends ago, when I finally told my useless, jobless, cat lady of a sister that I'm cutting her out of my life. Its petty of me, but the final straw was I simply asked her to go check on the dogs for our mother who was away on vacation while I was working. Lo and behold, I get a text while I'm out saying she couldn't do it an hour after she was supposed to go there. Why? Because she had a fucking headache. A fucking, headache. If I got a day off for everytime I had a booboo, or stubbed my toe on the fucking bed, well, you get the idea. Point is I've done so much for her, and I ask for one thing and this is what I get.

Enough was enough, so I told her I'm cutting her out of my life. And of course, like I predicted, I'm labeled the fuckbag for being honest, even though I used to get the shit ripped out of me whenever I would lie about anything. Needless to say, the situation gets brought up again 2 weeks later by my mother, who selfishly wants this shit fixed because Christmas is already hard enough for her since both of her parents are dead.

I'm going to call the bluff here, the tears she cried when talking about all the hateful shit she said to her own mother with regard to the situation, as far as I'm concerned, were crocodile tears.

"I said so many hateful things to my mother, and now I can't apologize for them because she's gone. And I'd apologize if she were here."

First off, if you're regretting that now, why didn't you bring it up when grandma was on her deathbed, and you knew full fucking well she wasn't gonna pull through? And now in this moment you feel guilt because you're upset that I told my shitty little SJW of a sister that doesn't respect me as her brother, and only texts me when she needs help with something to go eat a fat bowl of shit? That's fucking wrong, if you ask me.

So she's crying, and I'm not having it. It took me raising my voice for me to finally be heard. It's funny because when we talked about it the day I told my sister to get bent, my feelings didn't matter at all. My point of view didn't matter at all. Two weeks later, now they matter, but only halfway.

So it gets brought up that my sister and her girlfriend (yes, the one that threatened me) are confused as to why I even said what I said. So my next question was 'whoa wait, why is her GF confused? The bitch threatened me with a baseball bat'. And I hear my mother's wife's voice echo from the bedroom "HOLY FUCK GET OVER IT ALREADY".

That was the tipping point. Sure it was months ago, but now we're just gonna play it off like it was a joke? Double standard, double fucking standard. I don't give a fuck if she's 4' nothing and 80 lbs soaking wet; it's fine if she threatens me because I don't know, reasons I guess? Yet if I would've said some shit like that, I'm instantly vilified and should be strung up by my damn guts. Might as well nail me to a cross and set it ablaze too because I'm white and straight.

Fuck this planet man, and fuck family. I will admit, I still love my dad. He wasn't happy with the way I handled things, but knows the logic behind why I said what I said. To that same extent, I'm not unfamiliar with this sub, and frequented for a while before finally cutting myself off to actually focus on finding success. I hate to come on here and use you guys as an emotional tampon, but God damn this bullshit had me wanting to go postal. Better to come here and bitch to some dudes who can at least empathize with this bullshit, than commit homicide or suicide or whatever the fuck.

I appreciate the white space and your time, carry on with your day or night and I hope it goes well. Thanks for keeping this sub and mindset alive. ✌