I've been lurking here for a long time, and although I've always pitied my father somewhat, it wasn't until I found this sub that I realized exactly what his problem is, and how big of a problem it is.

My father is the saddest example of a beta I've ever personally encountered. I come from a family of notoriously entitled and aggressive women, and all of my married male relatives (and there are a lot of them) are whipped to some degree. While most of them can at least say that they get some amount of respect from their wives, my father is the sole exception. Day-in and day-out he works, comes home to a family that has no respect for him and makes sure he knows it, does menial chores for a lazy wife, and goes to sleep. He then repeats the cycle. He hasn't had sex in years and even then it was never more than five times a year.

Despite being the sole provider, he now lives on the first floor, in a makeshift bedroom that was once the den. So badly warped is his perception that he sees this as an upgrade, and is grateful. I guess in a way it is an upgrade, seeing as he lived in an apartment for two years after getting kicked out for being "generally irritating" according to my mother. For a year before that, no fucking joke, he lived in the cold, unfinished concrete basement.

I sometimes ask him about his depressing existence. "What's it like, knowing that you will never fuck another human being for the rest of your life?" I might ask. "Why do you keep doing all this for a woman who has no love for you whatsoever?" I'll inquire. I do this partly because I'm genuinely curious and partly because I hope it will make something "click" and he'll stop tolerating this bullshit. My oldest uncle (not related to either parent) has tried to get him to take control of his relationship, in a bid to obtain a happier existence. I have made him explore the Manosphere, have told him about dread game and its stellar track-record, and have even offered to bring him to the gym with me and help him get in shape.

But he has refused all assistance.

This is why I am ashamed of him. When it involves making money he's a veritable goddamn John Henry, working efficiently and industriously towards a wealthier future. He rose from lower-class to upper middle-class with no help from anyone for Christ sake. But when it comes to marriage, he has no spine whatsoever. He'll never say no to my mother, wouldn't dare lay down dread game, won't demand better treatment, and certainly won't divorce. He'd rather sit in his dark room alone and keep popping those blue pills.

With 20 years of marriage, a wife with no marketable skills of any kind, and two under-eighteen children, he'd certainly get divorce raped. There's no question there, but the life he lives now is so shitty that the only piece of advice I'll ever give him from now on is this:

"Fuck your house, fuck your broken relationship, fuck half your salary, get in shape and get a divorce. Be free, old man."