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The hardest part of swallowing the Red Pill for me, was accepting that I was in fact a beta male. Borderline feminist, I would all but demand that women like me cuz 'I'm a Nice Guy'. No, I was an insecure retard. No money, no friends, no status, renting my aunts garage.

How it happened.

The day I stoop up to my step mother.

Once again, step mom was about to go into my room and burn the things I worked and spent my hard earned money on. Reason? "Ya aint listening to a damn thing I say".

I grab her wrists, pin her to the wall, look her straight in the eyes, and tell her 'No, your not doing this shit again'.

She runs back to her room, crying, making noise, and calls my dad, who is still working at his job. My gut is telliing me she's gonna call the cops next, so I listen to my gut. I leave, pull out my phone, and call my fam across the state.

My aunt hooks me up with her garage for $300 /month. Not a bad deal. Now how to get there? I call my grandmother, and demand that she give me a ride. I learned from an early age that asking my grandmother for anything always results in excuses of why she can't/won't. Demanding works 95% of the time.

What happened.
I went to work. I'm a construction worker. Sweating it out in the 100+ degrees Texas heat, building apartments and houses for an ungrateful boss. I show up, my boss tells me he has to liquidate employees, and I'm no longer employed. On the way home, some jackass total my car. I'm left walking the remaining 10 miles, and by the time I got back to the slave masters house, I went straight to bed.
Normally, after coming home from work, I have to clean the dishes, do the laundry, mow the lawn, and sweep/mop the floor.

This day, I said fuck that.

After a few months, I get a phone call. My step brother (step moms biological son) has beaten my dad near death while shouting 'Blood for Blood motherfucker!'. Apparently, she has been telling all her friends, neighbors, and her side of the family that I had beaten her, and apparently had bruises for "proof". Now, I already knew step mom had made a career as a professional exaggerator, but I didn't quite expect her to take shit that far. Thankfully, she nursed my dad back to health. Had he not owned his own company and make $6000 /month, she may have left him for dead. Now that I'm red pilled, I know it's all about that ROI.

Back in the other side of Texas, I'm still pissed. I never stop being pissed. I'm using my anger as an ultimate form of energy, my drive is unstoppable. I'm out every day, walking the town, trying to find work. I'm determined to get out of this hole, and make it to the top. Naturally, my drive resembles that of a high status man, combine that with my natural 'chad' looks, and it's no surprise I get my first gf, a 7/10, a cute redhead who begged me to be her boyfriend.

Takes less than a week, I become complacent. I become soft, worshiping my submissive sweetheart. I stop looking for work, I spend all my time with her, and become pussy whipped. She breaks up with me, and I become desperate for sex/ a girlfriend. I go full white knight, begging for pussy. I became the Legendary White Knight, Chad (DMC Reference lol).

Well, I'm officially goddamn loser. I learn I have mommy issues, after a brutally honest self examination.

Soon enough, I discover the incel community, which becomes like poison that sucks the life outa ya, so I leave.

Later, I discover MGTOW, PUA, NOFAP, and THE RED PILL community, who are all about self improvement and understanding the truth, and give zero fucks if you don't like the truth. Now that is some shit I can get behind.

I'm 22, and of all my accomplishments, my personal favorite is refusing to marry my fwb when she gave me the ultimatum "I've decided to become a born again catholic. I'm not having sex until I get married. You said you loved me right?". This was the moment when I fully transition from white knight beta bitch, to red pilled MAN. I remember recalling all the things I heard TFM say, my experiences as I witnessed my dad curse himself for getting married, as he looked in my eyes as if trying to silently speak, to send an important message to me, a message he could not verbally say because step mom was always over his shoulder. It all made sense. It was clear to me. Nothing could be gained from marriage, but everything could be lost. The choice was obvious, and I began to wonder what kind of idiot would actually consider getting married. Then I remembered, not too long ago, I was that idiot.

Thank you, Red Pill Community.

It's because of you, my life is as good as it is. It was you who ultimately saved me from my own destruction.