Long time lurker, first real post here. I can't remember how I first learned about the Red Pill - most likely I was bored and trawling Reddit for some new subreddits - nor can I remember what drew me to it in the first place, but I've been adhering to its principles for the past 6 months or so, and thus far it has done nothing but good things for me. I'm still in the anger phase, but I'm no longer helpless about my situation, and I've gotten a lot better at seeming confident and all that good stuff. Perhaps the biggest way TRP has helped me in my social life is by giving me the opportunity to see behind the curtain of societal norms and see life for what it really is.

This transition, however, has not been easy, particularly in regards to my family. I live in Germany and have been here for 2 1/2 years, but I still go home every once in a while (mostly for holidays) and visit my family. I've got 3 (younger) sisters and my parents are still married, but I'm starting to think it's more a matter of convenience than love.

My dad: smartest guy I know, statistician, outdoorsy, all-around good guy, but a BB through and through. He was raised by a single mom (since diagnosed with mild schizophrenia and living off his dime) and didn't have a strong father figure in his life) but has done a pretty good job at raising the kids. My mom, on the other hand, is like a parasite that feeds off the lifeforce of my father and is slowly sucking the soul out of him. She has not held a job since I was born 25 years ago, she is a packrat who hoards vast amounts of useless stuff that we don't need and will probably never use (and as a result always feels like she is cleaning the place and complains that no one helps her), and after talking with my sister the other day it has become clear to me that she is taking all of her frustrations out on my nice-guy father and guilting him for not helping out enough (never mind that every cent she spends on this useless shit comes frmo his labor) or for wanting to go out and get some exercise. He is sad and a little despondent and, since there is only 1 kid left at home, doesn't quite have the energy I remember him having from my childhood. And who can blame him when he lives with my mother, who once told me the cruelest words I've ever heard from anyone: "I wish you'd turned out better." (To this day she maintains that she never said that or that I must have misheard her)

I guess I just came here to vent, but my point is AWALT, even your own mother. There's no point trying to introduce my dad to the Pill, as he would most likely get divorce-raped and that would only make things worse. Is there anything I can really do about it?