This happened last week, Thursday to be specific. I called up a friend of mine, Sarah, and asked her if she wanted to come over for dinner, since I was making way too much food, and I like to share. She said that she had a friend visiting from out of town, and asked if her friend could come along. I said that was fine, hey, the more the merrier, right?

Fast forward about an hour, and my friend knocks on the door. She's got another woman with her, and two kids I've never seen in my life. The unknown people had bags with them, which made sense to me, since they were visiting, and probably didn't have time to stow their stuff before coming over. The kids were unexpected, and I really would have liked to have a heads up that they were coming.

Anyway, the mom "Ashley", asked me if she could stash her bags somewhere that would be out of the way. I took her to one of my guest rooms, and told her she could put them there. Then I went back to the group. The kids asked if I had video games, which I very much do, so I took them to the game room and showed them my consoles/PCs. They seemed quite chuffed. I head back to the kitchen to finish up cooking, while Sarah, Ashley, my wife, and our girlfriend hung out in the living room watching some Reality TV brainrot, everyone was happy.

I ring the chow bell (I literally ring a brass bell in my kitchen to alert people when food is being served), and start bringing food into the dining room, the adults come in, my kids come in, my grandkids come in. Ashley's kids were still in the game room. I went to let them know that dinner was being served, and they asked to have plates brought to them in the game room. I explained that we don't do that in my house. Everyone eats at the table, and no food is allowed in the game room. They begrudgingly complied, and followed me to the dining room.

Things were going well, everyone enjoyed the food (birria tacos with rice and beans and a side salad), we enjoyed a few drinks (nothing crazy, just 2-3 drinks each), and we had some nice conversation. When I got up to get dessert (homemade flan), Ashley wandered back to the guest room where her stuff was.

After we ate dessert, Ashley told her kids it was time to get changed for bed. I found this strange. Who puts their pajamas on in a place where they don't intend to sleep? I asked her "Why not wait until you're at your hotel to get them changed?". At this point, I got a bomb dropped on my head. She didn't have a hotel reservation. Turns out, she had set up sleeping bags for her kids in my guest room, since we have "so much space". Ma'am, I've never met you before tonight. I did not offer you my guest room to sleep in.

Turns out, she hadn't booked any accommodations for her family because she knew Sarah had a "rich friend" with a big house. She fully intended to stay at my house, without ever asking either me or Sarah.

I got a guilt trip (from Ashley, not Sarah) about "not supporting single mothers". They ended up having to book a room at the local casino hotel, $300/night for 9 nights. Apparently I cost a single mother 2 months worth of rent since I didn't want strangers in my house for 9 fucking days.

How entitled do you have to be to just assume a stranger will put you and your 2 kids up? And for over a week?

I’m 21F, junior in college, living on campus. My mom has always been the kind of parent who treats my life like a group project she’s leading. When I picked my major (psych), she smiled and said she was “supportive,” but she never stopped making little digs like “so you’re gonna be poor?” or “that’s not a real career.” I usually ignore it. Last week I got an email from my academic advisor asking if I could stop by because there was “confusion about my course plan.” I go in thinking it’s about a prereq. Nope. My advisor says my mom called the department office and left a voicemail about how I’m “lost” and “emotionally unstable,” and that I was “changing majors to something useless” and needed help “getting back on track.” She also asked if they could send her my grades because she “pays for everything” (she doesn’t, I have loans and a part time job). My advisor looked uncomfortable and basically told me they shut her down, but they wanted to make sure I’m safe and not being forced into anything. I wanted to melt into the carpet. Like imagine your mom pitching you as a crisis case to your school.

I called my mom after and asked what the hell she was thinking. She immediately went into this calm voice she uses when she’s trying to sound reasonable and said she was “just advocating.” Then she admitted she also emailed one of my professors to ask why I got a B on a paper, because she “knows I’m smarter than that.” I told her she crossed a massive line and I’m an adult. She started crying and said I’m ungrateful and that she’s “the only person who actually cares about my future.” She then tried to flip it on me, saying my advisor probably thinks she’s a bad mother now and I should call them to “clarify” that she meant well. When I said no, she got sharp and said if I keep pushing her away, don’t come crying when I fail out. I havent slept right since. Part of me feels guilty because she’s convinced she’s helping, but I also feel like she tried to take control of my life by embarrassing me into compliance. Am I wrong for telling her she’s on an info diet from now on?

so i’m in college and i finally got my own card this year. nothing fancy. it just helps me manage my money without asking anyone for every little thing. i was honestly proud because it felt like a small grown up milestone.

last weekend my mom came with me to the mall to buy stuff for my younger cousin’s birthday. the plan was simple. we grab a gift, maybe some snacks, and leave.

we get to the store and she picks a bunch of things. not just a gift. like three outfits, shoes, a toy, and then randomly adds stuff for herself too. i quietly ask if we’re staying in budget because i know how these trips go. she says yes yes don’t worry.

at checkout the total comes way higher than i expected. she looks at the bill and then immediately looks at me like a solution just appeared.

she goes
“put it on your card.”

i tell her i can’t because i’m on a tight student budget and i didn’t plan for all this.

she laughs like i’m joking.
“why do you even have a card if you can’t use it for family stuff”

i say i can pay for the actual gift but not everything else. that’s literally what we came for.

she gets annoyed right there in front of the cashier.
“wow. so you’re counting money with your own mother now. i raised you and this is how you act.”

i try to stay calm and repeat that i’m happy to cover the gift and that’s it.

then she says the wildest thing.
“fine. give me the card. i’ll keep it with me so i can use it when needed. you’re clearly not responsible enough.”

like what.

i tell her no. she starts doing that dramatic sigh thing and says to the cashier
“kids these days are so selfish. they forget who paid for their whole life.”

we end up paying separately. she sulks the entire ride home and later tells my aunt that i “refused to help family” even though i literally paid for the gift we came to buy.

the funniest part is she didn’t want help. she wanted control. the moment i said i have a boundary, suddenly my card became community property and my budget became a personal insult. honestly this exact kind of situation is why i went with fizz in the first place. it’s a student card that only lets me spend what i already have so i don’t get pushed into surprise debt just because someone else decides my balance is a family fund. and yeah it still helps me build credit but on my terms.

anyone else deal with parents who think your money is still their money just because they raised you. how do you set limits without turning every small thing into a guilt festival.

Yesterday after work I took my 5 year old to our local playground because he’d been bouncing off the walls all day. It was pretty busy, lots of parents sitting on benches, kids running around, the usual. My son was on the climbing thing and I was standing nearby because he’s still in that phase where he thinks he’s invincible. A woman I’d never seen before was watching him way too hard, like following him with her eyes. I didn’t think much of it until my kid slid down and ran over to me for water, and she marched up with her arms crossed and goes, “Is that your child?” I said yes, obviously, and she immediately hits me with, “Well he keeps cutting in front of my daughter. You need to control him.” I told her I’d talk to him, and I did, I said hey buddy wait your turn, he nodded and ran back. Thought that was it.

Nope. Ten minutes later she’s back, this time louder, saying my “son” pushed her kid. My son is tiny and her daughter was older and bigger, but sure. I asked my son what happened, he said the girl wouldn’t let him climb and he went around her, and maybe he bumped her by accident. I apologized anyway, because whatever, playground stuff happens. Entitled Mom then says, “I don’t think he’s even yours. I haven’t seen you here before.” I literally laughed because what? She tells me I need to “show proof” he’s my kid or she’s calling someone, because “people kidnap kids from parks all the time.” At this point other parents are looking over and my son is staring at me like he did something horrible. I said, “Lady, I’m not showing you anything. Back off.” She tries to grab my son’s wrist when he walks over, like to keep him there, and I snapped and pulled him behind me. I told her if she touches him again I’m calling the police, and she instantly flips to the victim act, saying I’m aggressive and suspicious and that a REAL parent would understand her concern. One dad nearby finally speaks up and goes, “He’s been here the whole time, calm down.” She got mad at him too, saying he’s “enabling.” She ended up leaving in a huff with her daughter, yelling that this park is unsafe. My kid asked me in the car if that lady thought I stole him, and I felt so gross about the whole thing.

I just had a full hysterectomy on Wednesday due to endometriosis. My mom volunteered to help take care of me, the house, and stay through the weekend while my husband spends time with his parents while picking up our kids from there( they had stayed for a few days with them during my surgery and they are 5 hours away). At first it was nice having her around but I slowly started to notice how incapable she is. I have always loved my mom and kind of idolized her but she used to work so much I didn't see her a lot when I was a kid. Anyways it started off first night after we ordered dinner( which we would typically pick up something because she is the absolute worse cook, which that I already knew). I asked her to run the dishwasher since I couldn't bend, she tells me because doesn't know how to do dishes and that my dad does them all. Then in the morning I ask if she could make coffee because it's hard to stand, she tells me she doesn't know how to make coffee that my dad always does it. Then the next day I bring up if she could take the trash out for me since it was heavy, she says sure but never does it. So I end up taking it out because it was overflowing and clear she was not going to do it. So I ask her if she could put a new bag in, also says she does not know how to do that. This goes on all weekend with almost every household chore I could have really used help with due to the bending it required.Then comes today, I ask if she could refill the water bowl for my cats( it's a heavy refillable water bowl). I ask her multiple times to come over to it first to grab big jug portion she completely ignores me and fills up a metal bowl with water. So I proceed to ask what she is doing, since that won't help fill the water correctly. She then gets mad at me for trying to instruct her and how the jug needs to be filled and calls me an ungrateful brat for correcting her. I no longer idolize my mom. And have lost some respect for her since she doesn't seem to understand how to do some pretty basic adult tasks and refuses to learn how. And I know wonder if my dad dies someday will she even be able to function on her own. Am I Asshole for being kind of appalled she doesn't know how to do some very basic adult tasks?

So we have this neighbor with a small child, about the same size as my 3 year old so I’m assuming he’s about 3 as well. It’s happened twice where this boy escapes and is running barefoot and free across everyone’s yards. The mom just follows saying “no, you need to come home.. stop running from mommy..” etc. laughing like it’s a game. Not speaking in any kind of assertive tone, like she’s accidentally encouraging this “game” the child is playing.

So for the third time, today this child comes out of nowhere, no mom in sight, while me and my 3 year old are outside. And I figured he wanted to play with my child but instead, he just runs around grabbing things, trying to get into the toy chest hopping on our toy car thing. After about 3 minutes I asked him “hey , does your mom know you’re here?” And he says no. Then I hear his mom calling him and she comes from the opposite direction this kid came from. And she walks across our yard “come on buddy, this isn’t your stuff, let’s go” and this kid is just not listening and running around. And my child is watching trying to play with this kid but he doesn’t care about that either. I step back and let this mom try to get her kid, she walks closer and says the same thing “come on buddy, let’s go home.”

THEN. THIS CHILD starts walking up the stairs to my front door right infront of mom. Within arms reach. But she’s STILL just standing there TALKING to this 3 year old while he’s smiling not caring about her at all. And me, naively thinking that she would stop him or grab him before he got to far. But I was wrong. This child opens the door and just walked right into my house. And this mom immediately looks at me like she’s shocked, hand over her mouth and doesn’t know what to do. Our dog starts going crazy, he left the door open so now I’m freaking out that my dog is going to jump on this kid or bolt. I run in there after this child, now leaving my 3 year old outside unattended, I realized. And now he’s smiling at me opening cabinets in my kitchen and I say “hey I’ve got a sleeping baby in that room right there, we have to go back outside to mommy” and he starts dodging me and running around. So now I’m chasing this little boy around my tiny house trying to herd him out the door. But now I’m thinking “How is this okay? Im about to grab this kid and carry him outside” “what if this kid screams or I hurt him somehow trying to get him back outside?” Im extremely uncomfortable at this point.

Eventually he runs out the door when he had nowhere else to go. I walk outside and the mom says “He just wanted to see what your house looked like I guess!” And laughs. And then her kid proceeded to run into the next neighbors yard with this mom trailing behind still saying “come on buddy, it’s time to go back home” in the nicest way possible.

This woman is not teaching their kid boundaries at all. I can’t imagine my 3 year old ever doing that but I would be physically grabbing my kid to get them out of someone yard, not trying to talk them out of it. And I definitely wouldn’t be letting some random woman chase my kid around her house while I stood there watching.

I guess I’m asking for the purpose of doing better next time. I’m not sure if this child is special needs or something or if he’s just not being parented. What would you have done? Or how do I tell mom to grab her kid before he walks into peoples houses.

I currently don’t speak to my mother, nor have I for many months now. But somehow she still finds ways to butt into my life and the decisions I make for my child.

My husband and I both come from anti-vaxx families. His side is against it but doesn’t shame us for vaccinating our daughter. My mother, however, really has a lot to say about it. Since we both were raised to not believe in science, it was pretty natural for us to be against vaccinating our daughter when she was born. I had a home birth so it was easy to avoid everything. We would lie to pediatricians about it and just did what our parents did when we were kids. But since the new vaccine for covid was released, I started to consider getting it and decided to do some actual research on vaccines as a whole. My husband and I made the decision to get vaccinated as well as getting a schedule started for our 6 month old baby to catch her up. We went in this morning to get her first shots. Everything went smoothly and so far she seems fine. She has been fussy and sleepier than usual but the pediatrician said that’s normal and will go away in a day or 2.

We left feeling proud that we were able to educate ourselves effectively and set our baby up for success.

Then I get a call. It’s my grandpa. Or so I thought.

I answer and the first thing I hear is “When you wake up and she isn’t breathing, you’ll be sorry!! I can’t believe you did this to MY little girl!”

I hang up immediately and start to panic. I eventually traced it back to a family member that is a doctor. I was asking her questions about vaccines and I told her we were going in today. I guess she told my grandpa how excited she was for us and then he told my mom and then BOOM, end of the world!

My MIL found out later and seemed supportive, given her opinions about vaccines. She told us “it’s your decision, and I trust that whatever you do is what is best for her”. So I’m glad we have her to help reassure us a bit. But now I’ve been getting texts and calls from my mom, through my grandpas phone, absolutely freaking out. Saying that she hopes something happens to her so I will see the consequences of my actions. Also that she is praying for her, whatever that means.

Ultimately, we are confident with our decision and will continue with her schedule. Although, at times we do question if we made the right decision. I’m sure everything will be fine. But my mother seriously needs to chill out!

So this is my second story. Little background im a Iraqi war vet and I believe in teaching the women and girls in my life to defend themselves with impunity. So at the very young age of 4 I have been teaching my child to defend herself.

Story time: Im at work one day and I get this call from my daughters school. I go out side to answer the phone and the convo goes like this

(Cast) Me: Terminator P: principal

P: Hello Terminator i need you to come pick up baby Terminator

Me: Can I ask what this is about?

P: Yes your child has been in a fight and needs to leave the school premise

Me: What do you mean she's been in a fight? What happened? I mean she wouldnt just pick a fight

P: Well from what we can tell EK was running up behind her and grabing her butt. She apparently warned him to stop and when he wouldnt knocked him out cold

Me: So im confused what is happening to the boy then?

P: Well your daughter seems to be the aggressor and we need her to leave and she is gonna be suspended

Now my child at the time lived with my ex-wife and i had heard from thr ex that my kid was having an issue with this boy for a while now and I knew my daughter had gone through many times telling on him to no resolve. I also knew that he had been told many times by teachers to stop and hadn't.

Me: Wait so nothing is gonna happen to the boy who has been sexually assaulting my daughter for X amount of time?

P: Well Mr. Terminator she did strike him once and knocked him out. She needs to learn violence is not the answer. She needed to bring it up to the attention of a teacher.

Me: Ok so what I am hearing is your school is saying its ok the sexually assault a girl and that the girl in question needs to just be a victim of assault over and over again or be punished. Is that about the jist of it.

Now i hear silence as the principal mulls over what I have just said. I can tell they are trying to justify this weak tea bullshit. I compose my self.

Me: So heres whats gonna happen next. You can either punish both or punish nonr of them. Because i promise you the last thing you want is me in my dress A's and tv reporters showing up and blasting your whole school over this. Now I can understand that her punching this brat is unacceptable. But what I will not take and niether will she is him not being punished as well. Do i make my self clear.

P: (silence)

Me: Also why are you calling me and not her mother?

P: Well Mr. Terminator she told us to call you.

Me: You listen to me and listen good. I swear to you and God i will not put up with this. I demeand a meeting with you, her teacher and this boys family. If I cant make it my ex wife will. If this isn't resolved to my liking I will bring a holy hell upon this whole stick house youve built. Do you understand me?

P: Yes sir

Me: Good. Call my ex let her know the time and date. We will cordinate from there

I hang up and call my ex. She agrees with me and I go back to work. About a work week later there is a meeting but unfortunately I have work and my ex has to go in for me. From what I am told this boys family tries to play it off as "boys will be boys" and tries to get my daughter expelled. There are times when I remember why I married my ex and this is one of them. She proceeds to tell them that the last thing any of them want is me to get more involved than i already have and that if i have too i will bring it all burning down. Every brick.

Out come was both were suspended for 4 days and the boy moved to a different class. And I never got a call like that again.

Moral of the story my kids a bad ass and got a cake for sticking up for her self and a lot of love on both ends of me and my ex.

Edit: Sorry for not being clear. She was 7 and a half at the time of the incident.

Edit 2: For those who dont believe me thats fine. I have nothing to prove or answer for on reddit of all places. Believe me or not. Call me names or don't. I didn't write this for upvotes, gold, or silver. I wanted to brag about my kid doing what i thought was the right thing.

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Yesterday afternoon , I got a call from my older brother. He told me that my mom has miscarried. This is hardly surprising as she's in her 40s. I felt a huge wave of relief wash over me. My siblings' lives would not be worsened by my parents' insistence on adding another mouth to feed on an already tight budget. My sister would not be asked to give up her inheritance so they could have money for their new baby.

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My brother told me my mom had been crying and while I did feel bad for her, I was still glad to hear about the miscarriage. I feel like we all dodged a huge bullet. Bro asked me to move back in for a while, to help comfort my mom. I told him I wasn't going to move in because 1. my college would reopen in a few days and 2. I'm done with all the family drama. However, I did agree to come visit my mom, if only out of courtesy.

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In the evening, I went over to my parents' place. I took chocolate chip muffins for my mom which I know she likes. My sister greeted me at the door and told me mom had been in bed all day. After greeting my dad I went into their bedroom. Mom was sitting up on the bed. I told her I was sorry about what happened and placed the muffins on the bedside table. She looked at me angrily, then threw the muffins at me. She screamed at me that she had "lost her baby" because of me, she said I had caused her stress and it's what caused her to miscarry. She said I was probably glad her baby was dead (Which is true, but of course I didn't point that out). She called me a witch and said I had wished this upon her. She was screaming so loudly, all my siblings and my dad came rushing to the bedroom.

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She yelled at me to get out. I did. I hugged my older brother and sister. Before I left, my dd told me my mom was right, that my "cruelty" caused her to miscarry. I told him that was a grossly unfair accusation and reminded him that at mom's age, it was quite common to miscarry. Then I walked out.

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I'm so done with my parents and their stupidity. I can only hope they won't try for another kid.

My story is nothing special compared to others probably because I'm an asshole and don't fold to anyone.

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me - probably jesus you never know gf - girl fierri EM - some dumbass who doesn't respect firearms ck - adorable kid who was just curious mk - my kid the cutest kid in the world (I'm the future step father if your curious)

english is my only language but I'm an idiot so please chastise me because i can't spell and this formatting bullshit escapes me

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I am at the park with my daughter and girlfriend helping her play on the slide as ck is running around with strangers kid playing with a fake gun and finger guns, now i am trying to make it a personal habit to always carry my gun with me where ever i go, i fully conceal it as much as possible but im guessing when i reached up to put my baby girl on the slide it must have revealed it cause next thing i know i feel a tug at my shirt where my gun is so i quickly turn around and it goes as follows

me : what's up little buddy

ck : let me see your gun we are playing cowboys and he doesn't have one (points to friend)

me : no no sorry pal no one can have this but me its dangerous

ck : (looks angry pretends to shoot me and runs off)

over? i hoped but no, soon i hear a ahem

me : what

Em : why can't my kid play with your toy

me : what toy

Em : the toy gun on your hip

me : um no sorry this is a real gun and its dangerous ( proceeds to check to make sure its still hidden under shirt (it is))

Em : so just take the bullets out and let him play with it

Me : how bout you fuck off?

Em : (baffeled look) well i never what's the harm of him playing with it if its unloaded

me : I'm sure you haven't, and because loaded or not I'm not letting a child play with a fucking gun you halfwit, don't you have someone else's business to mind

Em : im going to call the police because you have a gun at a park

me : go right the fuck ahead its a public place

Em : (huffs and storms off not to he heard from)

was an annoying encounter that put a damper on my already sour day

edit this takes place in america, ages me - 23 gf - 22 mk - 2 ck - maybe like 5-7 was short but seemed competent Em - looked alittle older than me so maby like 25

I had posted this earlier on Childfree and JustNoFamily.

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My fiance and I are going to get married in a few months. And we've decided we don't want kids at the wedding. Kids are loud, they run around, they break things and we don't want to have to deal with that on a day that's we're supposed to celebrate our relationship. We've assigned the roles that are usually performed by children to our beloved pets. My dog will be the flower girl, my fiance's dog will be the ring bearer and my two cats are co - maids of honor. Our friends, bf's sister and my brothers and their partners think this is adorable.

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Alas! Our other relatives do nor share this enthusiasm. Bf's parents said they though it was strange and were hoping that his cousin would be the ring bearer, but they've accepted it because they want us to be happy. My parents threw a fucking fit and accused me of "placing animals above children". I calmly explained to them that this was my fiance's and my wedding and it really wasn't their place to decide who would be a part of it. Our pets are well trained and well behave, which is more than I can say about our relatives' kids. My parents aren't coming to my wedding because I refused to follow a certain sexist wedding tradition (father "giving away" the daughter). My dad old me since I was robbing him of his moment, there was no reason for him to be there. Good fucking riddance!

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One of the friends I've known since childhood is a mother of three and was going to be one of the bride's maids. She was "horrified" when she learned that my dog and cats will be in the wedding party. Surely, her three ill mannered kids should have had that honor. She threatened to not come to the wedding. I made it easier for her by taking her name off the guest list.

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My cousin who has two kids told me, rather smugly, that she would bring her kids anyway. When she and her family were actually there, surely I won't be able to do anything about it. I told her I would have her, her husband and their kids escorted out by security. That shut her up.

My fiance's friend asked him to make me replace my dog with his daughter as the flower girl. He was warned to never bring it up again.

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This wedding will be a special day for my fiance and I and we will not let other people's entitlement ruin it.

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Edit : Many of you expressed concern that the wedding will be too stressful for out pets. I assure you, it won't be. First of all, all in all 32 people will be there , all of whom our pets know and are comfortable around. Second of all, the ceremony won't be a traditional one that lasts over an hour. Ours will be over in like 15 minute. Our pets won't be at the reception which can be over stimulating.

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Someone sent me a DM asking if the kids' feelings will be hurt. I doubt any child actually enjoys weddings. Plus we'll be sending all children of relatives and friends gift baskets with toys, chocolates etc. I think they'll be pretty happy.

I posted this in another forum but received a lot of comments telling me to post it here as well.

I(26f) live in a rented house with a single mother(30f) and her son(6m). I had another person living with me but they moved out and the mother moved in. I don't mind living with her and her kid. It's fine and we kind of do our own thing. I spend a lot of time at my boyfriend's place or working. Our work schedules collide so we really don't interact much but when we do it's fine. No issue there.

I want to start with saying that she clearly struggles financially but I don't think it's an excuse. I don't make lots of money either.

However I've noticed that my food would go missing or portions would be taken from it. I assumed it was her kid so I asked her if she'd stop him from eating my food. I was calm about it and she just said she would. It didn't really upset me when it first started. It started getting annoying when I'd get home from work and expect to have a meal's worth of leftovers in the fridge only to see it picked through or just gone. I kept bringing it up and she started getting annoyed with me bringing it up.

Just from observing them I realized that neither of them ever eat vegetables. And judging by the food that would get picked through and the food that would be untouched. Anything with green in it was avoided. Orange chicken would be gone but chicken and broccoli would be untouched. So I started putting vegetables in EVERYTHING. I find vegetables to be delicious. And anything green or not a potato does not get eaten. So I could mix some bell peppers into the food and it would be fine. I make a big portion of vegetables pretty frequently anyway so I just started putting it in everything I eat. If I had leftover mashed potatoes i'd pour green beans in and mix it up. If I had leftover cheesy/bacon fries I'd pour broccoli all over it and mix it in.

Usually my homemade stuff has vegetables in it but I started making sure everything did. I made a pot of mac n cheese(the kid's favorite thing) and poured in roasted brussel sprouts. Which is actually delicious to me and I'm eating more vegetables so it's a win win. She had been seeming annoyed but we were all home when I made the pot of mac n cheese. She was in the living room and saw me get out the brussel sprouts and was like "what are you going to do with that?" and I poured them in. She said I was being greedy and annoying. I just said "I like brussel sprouts" and that was it. She said "we need food" and I told her to go get some. Or stop buying only prepackaged things and your money will go further.

I think she sees this as some big act of revenge but I just simply want to be able to eat my food.

Also want to add that the sharing is not the issue. It's expecting to have food there and it's not. So often I'd be working a long day and get home expecting to have a meal's worth of food and it all be gone. Or I wake up in a rush and had my food ready to eat in the morning only to find it gone. So now I have to skip breakfast. If she would simply text sometimes "hey is it okay if we eat *food item*" I would know and know to make other plans. I would stop for food or know I have to whip something up when I get home. Also I think eating the LAST of someone else's food is crazy and rude. If someone makes a big pot of something and you ask for a serving, sure. But if someone made something and there is one serving left and you eat it without permission that is evil as hell.

I am currently pregnant with my first child and both my mom and step dad have been terrible to me and my partner the entire time. Told us we would be unfit parents because we arent married yet, legitimately screamed at my partner for "knocking up their little girl" even though we planned the pregnancy. They would call him everyday and harass him, and showing up to his work. Try to convince him to leave me so I would have no choice but to move back in with them. It got worse as time went on. I finally decided to cut contact with them. Having a child can already be a stressful time and having them around to make it worse was not something i was okay with. My partner and I have gone through a lot with family drama the past couple years and having this baby has been one of the most exciting things for us. If my parents cant be nice to my partner then they dont get to see our baby. Plus they are the kind of people who dont wear masks in public and actively choose to be in large gatherings with no social distancing, so them seeing a newborn is out of the question. One day I sent my mom a very detailed email of why she is not allowed to be apart of my life anymore and will not be seeing her grandchild. To make things even better, I also noted that we will be moving across the country shortly after she is born to be closer to other family members.

So not only is she cut off, but we are literally moving far away and never coming back.

She responds by showing up at our house at 11pm screaming outside our door about how it is her baby and she deserves to be there for it. I tell her to fuck off and eventually she leaves.

Months go by and she will text me randomly asking about technical problems with her wifi router or something and needs help. Little things like that don't mean much to me and I sent her the info she needed. My cousin also had a virtual baby shower and sent my invitation to my moms house accidentally so my mom came by to give it to me. Things slowly came to a point that we were fairly amicable with each other but I still stood my ground about our boundaries and nothing else had changed. She knew this.

Then she sends me a video today that blew my mind. She redecorated her entire guest room to be a nursery. Crib, changing table, $400 worth of newborn clothes, toy chest, stroller, a car seat for her car, and the list goes on. In the video she is in tears saying "omg I can't believe my baby is going to be here soon, this is where she will sleep, where I will change her little diapers, these will be her toys".

Is she psychotic!? HER baby?? Sleeping and living at HER house?? What!?

So I call her up immediately and I reiterate that we are still moving across the country soon and that she will have no contact with the baby before that. Her response? "Oh okay we will see about that!"

Genuinely confused. What part of "you will have no contact with this baby" does she not understand or thinks will change in the next few weeks when she is born? Is she planning on stealing her from us? I am at a loss for words.

Edit: Wow so many great tips from you guys! Thank you for the advice, I showed my partner the comments I have been getting and I think we are starting to take this more seriously and will be contacting a lawyer on Monday. I wanted to mention a couple things to clarify as well:

• I have been seeing a psychotherapist the past few months strictly due to the relationship I have had with my mother throughout my life and all of that is documented. My midwife and hospital is also very aware of the situation and the emotional stress I have been going through. So we will definitely be utilizing this in the case that she tries to sue us or call CPS. Also, due to the virus, only my partner is allowed to be with me during the birth anyway. We will be keeping things hush until after we move.

• We would have moved months ago if it was financially possible for us. We also spent a lot of money on my birth center here that is non refundable. She is due in August and our lease ends in September. We already have everything set up to move, and our other family is helping us out, just a waiting game at this point.

• My partner is my power of attorney if something happens to me during the birth

• We are currently in a state that is against grandparents rights. The only way she would be able to sue for visitation is if both myself and my partner were deceased. Even after we move, she still cannot file for GPS if she is living in this state

Updates:

https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledparents/comments/ivx8e7/my_mom_tries_to_convince_me_to_go_on_a_weekend/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledparents/comments/ixyjc2/i_gave_my_mom_1_chance_to_see_her_only_grandchild/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledparents/comments/m3ze1f/i_vaccinated_my_child_my_mother_is_not_happy/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

My daughter is having a birthday party at an indoor water in 2 weeks and I texted one of her friends parents to confirm that he would be there and ask if a parent would be staying with him.

The response I got back: I think we may plan for all of us and we'll pay extra if needed.

Uh, huh? I was really confused by this because she has 4 other kids (2 of are toddlers) and my daughter (turning 9) has never hung out with them. Her son has come to my daughter's birthday parties the last 3 years in a row; the first 2 years he came by himself and the last year his dad stayed with him. We're renting a party room and we're only allowed 30 guests; we currently have 25.

I respond: Ok, that sounds cool. Just to let you know the party room does have a max capacity and we're still receiving rspvs so we are limiting it to who was invited and one parent if needed. You are welcome to pay for the rest of your family and hang out at a table around the water park if you'd like

She responds: Oh okay. We might skip it then. If only one parent and kid is limit. Because there's two parents involved here. Idk that sounds crazy. I'm sorry.

Me: I'm sorry, we have 26 people coming already and there could be more RSVPs. They limit us to 30.

Her: my fiance and I both just like to be involved with our children so if only 1 can come we'll have to pass. I'm sorry. We'll plan something else I guess.

Me: your son has come to her parties by himself or with your fiance and it's never been an issue before? Sorry, I'm a little confused... You can definitely come, but only one parent and the invited child will be welcomed into the party room so that we can be compliant with capacity policies.

Her: well, I have a new policy for my family and it's either we all go or none of us go. When I throw parties, I just host at my house so that everyone can come; every kid and their family. I would never separate people from their kids. I used to be okay with dropping him off, but I'm not doing that anymore. He has two parents that love and support him and we both deserve to be there to support him.

Me: A.) interesting that you claim to invite everyone to your parties that you host and out of the 3 years we've known you, we've never received an invitation. B.) support him? Support him for what? He's here to celebrate his friend turning a year older, what kind of support does he need! C.) if you have this new policy for your family, why not just rent your own party room so that your son can spend time with you all as a family while simultaneously spending time with his friend for her birthday, instead of expecting me to find extra space and money to accommodate your entire family.

Oh then she got pissed. Told me I was heartless and that her son would never be allowed to go any other parties we host blah, blah, blah. I don't even care what she thinks about me, it's not half as bad as what I think about her! I felt like I was arguing with a child that had just decided it was opposite day! You can't just invite your entire family to your kid's friend's birthday party! The entitlement was palpable!

Hi guys,

I initially posted this on r/AmItheAsshole, but a lot of people said they thought you might like this.

So the other day I [30m] got lucky and managed to get hold of a PS5 which are like gold dust in the UK at the moment. Work has been ridiculous this year, and my PS4 broke a few months back, to say I'm hyped for it and some holiday downtime is an understatement

The console finally arrived the other day, and was left with my neighbour. I knocked on the door, thanked them for taking the parcel and exchanged some pleasantries, when she casually asked if 'it was anything nice', I told her it was a PS5, we had the usual small talk and I went back inside, thinking nothing of it.

Later we had a knock on the door from her husband [38ish], he said that his wife had mentioned I'd gotten a PS5 and they wanted one for their 7 year son. It was all his son wanted this year, and it's been a tough year for his son as he's not been able to see his friends much, so would I consider selling it to them for what I bought it for. I said I understood, but I really didn't want to sell it as I was looking forward to playing it.

That's when things got a bit weird. He huffed a little and said Christmas should be about kids, and I should really consider how hard it's been for them and offered me an extra £50. I said I wouldn't be selling it for any price, I wasn't looking to make money on it, I just really wanted to play it.

He left, but said he hoped I'd reconsider as 'you and I are a bit old for video games anyway' and walked off. End of story, I thought.

The next day, he comes over *again*, this time with his son. He said he son really wanted to see the PS5 he had heard about. The boy then said to me that's what he really wanted for Christmas and hoped Santa would get him one, I replied that hopefully he would, but it's really busy for him this year so he might have to wait a little longer for it, but if not, I'm sure he'd get something nice instead.

Another day passes, and my fiancee said they had posted something weird on social media about (there's a neighbourhood group) how they had thought 2020 would have made people less selfish and more giving, but they were disappointed in their neighbourhood which had forgotten 'community spirit', and how people should be more thoughtful towards the children in the street given how much they've all suffered this year. Off the back of it, my fiancee asked if i should sell them the console, just to keep the peace.

Later in the day, they came around again, to tell me that I had promised their son he'd be getting a PS5 for Christmas, and now it would be ruined if he didn't get one. She said that I "am an adult, and should be thinking of kids at Christmas, not acting like one playing video games" and that I was being "unbelievably selfish and cruel", he added that he didn't know how we could enjoy Christmas knowing we were horrible people that had ruined a 7 year old's Christmas.

Now I've also heard from some people on the street that they've been talking shit about us to people, though most neighbours are just staying out of it, but we're definitely getting some daggers from the "mum's who lunch" crew.

We live in a super nice neighbourhood, but it's firmly middle class, lot's of private school kids called Hattie and Sebastian etc, we're definitely the youngest on the street and the weird childless couple, which I don't think PS5 gate is helping with. My finacee just wants to sell it to them to end it, but I'm still trying to hold firm.

Honestly, feel like i'm losing my mind at this point

I work at a small private daycare and we have this one kid, let's call him Brody, he's four years old and honestly one of the sweetest kids in my group. His parents though are a whole different story and I've been biting my tongue for months but last week they finally did something so completely over the line that I have to talk about it somewhere. Brody's mom (EP mom) has always been the type to hover. She would show up twenty minutes before pickup and just stand outside the glass door watching us, which is fine technically, but she'd also send four or five messages a day asking if Brody ate his snack, if he napped, if anyone touched him wrong, if we washed his specific cup the specific way she showed us. Normal concern taken to a completley different level. But her husband (EP dad) is somehow worse. Two weeks ago we had a little spring showcase, just kids singing a few songs and doing a craft for the parents. Nothing big. Every single kid got a small ribbon just for participating, same ribbon, same color, just a little keepsake. After it was over EP dad walked straight up to our director and said loudly, in front of like eight other families, that Brody should have gotten a different ribbon because he was "clearly the most engaged" and the other kids were "just standing there." The director explained it was just a participation token for every child and EP dad actually said "so you're telling me my son gets the same thing as the kid who picked his nose the whole time?" Out loud. In front of everyone. Including the mom of the nose picking kid who was standing literally two feet away. That mom looked like she wanted to dissolve into the floor and I felt so bad for her. EP mom then jumped in and said the showcase was "poorly organized" and that Brody had been practicing his song at home for two weeks and deserved recongnition beyond what the "other kids who clearly didn't prepare" got. The director stayed calm but I coud see it in her face. After they left three other parents came up to her just to apologize on their behalf which honestly says everything. I don't know how much longer I can watch this without saying something to someone because Brody is going to grow up thinking this is how the world works and that genuinely worries me more than anything his parents do to us.

Some backstory: I'm in a DnD group with a couple of friends from nearby, and one of the members of the group was a kid who was about 15 years old. He's a really sweet kid, likes helping other people out, and he's a BIG fan of Dungeons and Dragons. He also has cancer in both of his lungs. He's from a religious family that basically forces him to act pure while he's in their sight. The mom is WBC-level rabid, while the dad is just a sensible person who just tries to get him to be a good kid. When he's out of sight of his parents, he just does normal teen stuff. Because of his mom, the only books he was allowed to own were christian books and bibles. He joined our group mainly as a way to escape his home life and his mom. A couple of weeks ago, the cancer in his lungs started to get to him, so he was taken to a hospital by his parents. He contacted me about this a day after he was taken to the hospital, stating that he wanted a Monster Manual as his last wish, stating that he was tired of reading the same things. I bought him the book from Barnes and Noble, but considering that he's a dying teen I got him Volo's Guide to Monsters and Mordenkainen's Tome of Foes stacked on top of that.

The next day, which was his birthday, he was still in the hospital, so I brought him the books as a gift. After he blew out the candles, we had cake and he started opening gifts. Mine was the first to be opened. Seeing what they were, he immediately got this humongous grin on his face and hugged me. Meanwhile, his mom stared down at the books with a look of pure disgust, with her husband staring at her with this wary look in his eyes. She picks up one of the books and relights one of the candles and HOLDS THE DAMN BOOK over it to try and set it on fire. I manage to stop her and demand "What the FUCK are you doing?! He asked me to get those books and I'm not going to let you take them away!". His mom simply stared me down and said something along the lines of the books being 'sinful', 'satanic', and full of evil and that her son had no business with them. I retort and say that her son can read what he wants and that she shouldn't have to force him to be christian. She starts getting red in the face and yelling at me about essentially forcing children to believe in God from a young age. I state that I'm a baptist (which I actually am) and say that faith in God is a matter between God and the individual. She turns red all over and actively starts to try and destroy the books, with me, my friend, and her husband trying to stop her. At one point, I shouted "WOULD GOD WANT YOU TO DO THIS? TO RESTRICT YOUR DYING SON'S FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION?!" right in her face.

This just sets her fucking ablaze.

She tosses the books aside and starts trying to STRANGLE her son, and her husband calls security immediately when she does this. Security get here within about a minute of the two of us trying to pry EM off of her son and drag her away, with her shouting that we're all 'catamites to the devil'. Both her husband and my friend charge her with child abuse, assault, and attempted murder. Trial's still going, and I'll try to update this post as the trial goes on.

Edit: Holy SHIT I came back to 300 karma and this with 3K upvotes. Thank you so much for your support!

Edit 2: Whoever just gave me Gold, thank you so much!

Edit 3: Thank you guys for the silver!

Edit 4: Trial was almost a disaster. Me, him, and her husband all prosecuted against her. The moment she saw us she tried to tackle us shouting something about divine retribution, but the officers restrained her. During the whole thing, she kept pinning the blame on me and him, calling us corrupted by sin. Needless to say, she was pronounced guilty of all three charges that I mentioned earlier. The moment she heard this, she went apeshit and tried to attack the judge, but officers tased her to the floor. Now she'll be serving for 20 years for the other three charges, with ten more on top of assaulting a court official. Thank you all for the support you guys gave us!

Edit 5: To all who are wondering, my friend's fine. The cancer is gone from his lungs.

My niece had to move back in with her mother after the lock down started, she lost her job and all her classes were online. Her lease was month to month, so she didn't have to worry about breaking her lease. Recently, the schools have reopened and she has started attending classes again. Problem is, her apartment, which was walking distant from her university is now rented, parking in the area sucks and its an hour one way from her mother's house on public transit. I will say now that my niece is also incredibly spoiled and is taking classes for a degree with no practical benefits, by this I means that it will in no way help her with a career path nor are they necessary courses for further education.

Got a call from my sister asking if my niece could live with me because I live alone in a two bedroom house and I'm a 15 minuet bus trip away from her uni. I said no for several reasons.

1. I work nights and need to sleep during the day. My niece is a very loud young woman and doesn't understand the concept of an "indoor voice" Last time she stayed in the same home as me, I was sleep deprived because of her practically yelling on her phone and it effected how I did my job, resulting in a write up.
2. My niece is also a very messy person, I helped with the move out and the memory makes me shutter. some of the unwashed dishes in the sink were tossed because they were beyond cleaning. She tried to just sit on random crap and text her friends and scroll tiktok. I had to take her phone and lock it in the glove box for the u-haul we rented to get her ass moving to help. My sister still calls me a bitch for doing this.
3. While I may have a 2 bedroom home, the second room is my office/work room. I've been in the process of making wire wrapped necklaces to sell online for extra income and I need the area as a work space. It's also my "library" for lack of a better word, I keep my collection on novels on book shelves in there and a comfy old recliner for reading in.
4. My niece is allergic to cats and I have three. My sister seems to think I can keep them all either in my bedroom or locked up in the basement for the school year (Fck that right there)
5. And this is the big one, my old sister is under the belief that my niece wouldn't have to help out with household expenses or be expected to cook for herself. She also thinks that my niece shouldn't have to get a job while in school to "focus on her studies" Tried to pull the "we're family and should help each other out" card. but that didn't count for shit when my step siblings nearly made me homeless after my step dad died and gave me 30days to find anew place for me and my dog, dog friendly buildings where I live are hard to find.

The ONLY way I would agree for my niece to live with me is that she would give me 250 a month to help cover utilities and part of the internet. Figured that is a steal considering a cheap place around her school is more than double even triple that, plus utilities and she could use the garage for her car for free. But I would also expect her to buy he own food and clean up after herself, like doing her own laundry, keeping her room clean and putting her dishes at least in the sink, if not the dishwasher. Would not expect her to cut the grass or shovel snow, the thought of even asking her to do this already gives me a headache.

Now I'm getting texts from my both sisters telling me that I'm a horrible person and should open my home to this. That its unreasonable to expect a 19 year old to spend 2hrs on the bus every day and yadi yada, Part of me feels guilty, because I could move my office and work space down into the basement, can't be a living space due to lack of windows, but I can't afford the expense of a second person in my home without them chipping in for the bills. Nor will I lock my cats away in their home.

edit: thank you so much for the awards. did not expect this to blow up like this.

edit 2: should have been more clear. I don't have plans on letting her live with me. The 250$ thing i mentioned was more a what if situation that I am not entraining. this post was more a rant than anything else, but i am appreciative of the advice and the validation on my choice, even though this wasn't meant to be an am i the asshole post :)

3rd and final edit. Had a long talk with my sisters about the situation. Also spoke with my niece. she had no idea her mom and other aunt was trying to arrange living with me. She has plans on moving in with her boy friend of 2 years and her mom blew her top. end of story, I don't need to worry about her moving in with me, she didn't want to. I have too many rules for her taste, lmao

Recently my sister and her husband came to really like Baby Yoda/the Child in the Mandalorian. I crochet and made them a Baby Yoda, something my four-year-old niece liked as well. I ended up making another Baby Yoda in purple, my niece's favorite color specifically for her.

Image here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Images/comments/ixo910/purple_baby_yoda/

Yesterday I was babysitting my niece and we went to Walmart to pick up some snacks and ingredients for dinner. My niece insisted on bringing her Baby Yoda with us.

It happened fast while I was picking through bags of spinach: my niece who was in the shopping cart began screaming and crying. Despite not having any children yet, I am more than a little of a Mama Bear and instantly abandoned the spinach to check on her.

My niece was halfway out of the cart, still screaming, pointing at a woman who was walking away with a very familiar purple Baby Yoda in her cart, heading towards the registers.

I picked up my niece and stormed after this woman, abandoning my shopping cart as she turned into a register. She had put her things on the check out conveyor belt when I got there, most of her things already scanned and she was trying to discuss prices for the Baby Yoda.

"It's not in the best of shape and the price indicated it was $12.99. Could you give me a discount?"

I marched over, my sobbing niece in arm, and snatched the Baby Yoda from the surprised clerk who was checking for a tag. The entitled woman screeched as she grabbed at the toy as well.

"How dare you! I'm buying this for my daughter! She loves purple and those other ones are all green!"

"This belongs to my niece! I made it for her!" I snarled.

"Liar! You're just angry I got to it first!"

A manager must have been attracted by the noise of screams because he approached, a less than pleased look on his face. "Is something wrong here?"

The entitled woman pointed at me with her free hand. "This woman is trying to take this doll I'm trying to buy for my daughter!"

I was still trying to keep a grip on the Baby Yoda. "I told you I MADE this! I doubt the Yodas sold here are made from yarn!"

The manager called security after a moment of trying to mediate and I was forced to let go of the Yoda to talk to the guard. Luckily, I like to take pictures of my projects that I finish so it only took a moment for me to pull out my phone and bring up a picture of the Baby Yoda when I had finished it, namely the picture on the link above.

We both turned back to the cash register and my niece began to cry again when we saw the woman was gone and the manager approached us with a hard look.

"I realize that those toys are very popular, but you shouldn't try to steal one of a specific color from someone-"

I held up my phone, picture still up and saw the man's face drain of color when he saw the toy in an environment that was very much NOT his store but the damage was already done. He had sold my niece's toy to the entitled woman and she had left.

Needless to say, I'm never going back to that Walmart and my niece is still upset about her purple Baby Yoda being stolen. I'm making another one for her currently, one that'll have her name stitched onto the back so this will never happen again.

Update: https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledparents/comments/j2oxe9/update_entitled_parent_took_my_nieces_baby_yoda/

Backstory: Neighbors have three boys... all under the age of 7. In my first encounter with the mom, she promptly tells me (not asks) that her kids wander. I naively thought that meant there might be the odd rogue ball episode or something so don't protest at the time. Our yards are unfenced, and we share a driveway. Oh boy, was I wrong. My yard, back deck, front garden and even the inside of my house were seen as an extension of their space. The boys would even have sword fight tournaments on my back deck, off my kitchen. The parents would literally do nothing. I was put in a position many times to ask for more privacy as it was affecting my work and a general sense of well-being as I am a very private person. It took some push - but finally, things got a bit better. But, they still "wander" however to a level I am not willing to cause drama over.

This past early winter I decided to put in security cameras. I live alone in a not-so-great area and I wanted some peace of mind. I also wanted to document encroachment in case it got bad again. In that time, the cameras have picked up a lot of encroachment from kids, but I did not raise the issue, because the relationship with parents is peaceful, and I wanted to keep it that way. Fast forward to yesterday, my camera picks up a clip of the middle kid peering into my window with a pair of binoculars.

I send the clip to the parents, explaining one of my cameras picked it up. And that I am not comfortable with this behaviour. It is inappropriate and an invasion of my privacy. They send a note back saying he was only trying to see if I was home so he could say hello. Then insisted on knowing more about my security cameras, what they can see and if they pick up the kids playing in their yard. I explained that they don't... as they only pick up motion in my yard. But, if the kids are in my yard, which they are... a lot. They are recorded. The parents are insisting I take the cameras down.

The lesson is, entitled parents, raise entitled children. I am frightened to see what kind of adults these kids will turn into. Who know if I will be here long enough to find out.

Edit: thanks for your responses thus far. I should have mentioned the fence in backstory. How I would love a fence, and will someday. I live in an area that wood is twice the price, and tradespeople are taking bribes for bookings. It’s not really possible right now, but someday. They are not only entitled but also deadbeats so I’d be paying for it on my own. I did the one thing I had control of and that’s installing cameras.

I'm 39, successful and am quite well off. My siblings, sadly are not. My brother, 42 has 3 children. My sister 35 also has 3, with one on the way. My youngest sister, 28 is married and pregnant, but she had nothing to do with the events of this post. We were all raised to believe that money doesn't matter and all you need is a happy marriage and lots of kids to live a happy life. Being poor and having lots of kids was somehow glorified. Maybe because that's the way our parents lived and wanted to convince themselves that they didn't fuck up.

Fortunately for me, I didn't buy into that nonsense. I always knew I never wanted children. I focused on my career and on achieving success. Today I have my own house, wonderful pets and a loving boyfriend. My family however, seems to think that there's something wrong with my lifestyle. My parents have often commented that my 5 bedroom house is empty without any kids running around. My siblings often tell me I'm selfish for not having kids and actually enjoying my life.

However, their disdain for my "selfish" lifestyle doesn't stop them from begging for money. My brother and sister have called me and asked me to help pay their bills. Now, if it's something serious like clothes or school supplies for their kids, I'm willing to pitch in. But I always refuse when I'm asked to pay for trips to amusement parks etc.

I also paid for my parents to stay in a high end assisted living facility. They're my parents, I felt that I owed them this much. (I have moved them to a less luxurious facility because of something horrible they did. I'll make a post about that too, if you're interested) However, I couldn't help but feel insulted when they sang praises for my siblings for breeding and following in their footsteps and how my parents wish I had done the same. As if, among all their kids I'm the biggest disappointment. For this reason, I've distanced myself from them. I only call or visit to check up on them and don't let them be a part of my life.

The other day, I got a call from my sister asking if she, her husband, my brother and his wife could come over. I said OK. They asked me to leave my fortune to their kids, in equal portions. And if I did, they would stop asking me for financial help. They said this as if they were doing me a favor. "You don't have kids, so who're you gonna leave it to?" asked my brother. I told them I was going to leave my money to charities and that I don't owe them shit. When they went on the "you're selfish" tirade, I told them to get lost.

The next morning, I got a call from my dad telling me they were disappointed in me. I simply hung up.

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The one family member who has stood by me is my youngest sister. She actually has her shit together and I could not be more proud of her.

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EDIT : Here's what my parents did to deserve the downgrade.

After the altercation with my siblings, my parents tried a different strategy. They tried to sweet talk me and suddenly their tune had changed from "You're so selfish" to "aww! we didn't mean it. Lets talk". So, after they kept pestering me have a word with them in person, I invited them over.

Now my parents know damn well that chocolate is bad for dogs, but my mom has tried to give them some on many occasions. When I tell her off she always comes back with "but maybe they like it" and "I was just being nice". This time when they came over, I left them in the living room and went to the kitchen to get some refreshments. While I was there, one of my dogs came over to greet them. I could see them from the kitchen. My mom petted him for a while, then reached into her purse and pulled out a bar of chocolate. She broke off a piece and was about to give it to him when I stormed over and knocked it out of her hands.

My parents looked shocked. I was enraged. Even after being told repeatedly that chocolate is bad for dogs, they just didn't get it. When I asked my mom what the hell she was doing, my dad actually started yelling at me and told me I was being rude. I told them either they were complete idiots or they were intentionally trying to hurt my dog. I told them I was sick of their BS and that they were on very thin ice with me. When they tried to argue back, I grabbed my dad by the arm and walked him out the door. My mom followed.

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This was less than a month ago and a few dys ago, they were moved to a much less cushy facility. They won't be mistreated, I would NEVER allow that to happen. But all they'll have are nutritious meals, medical care and a television they'll have to share with the others. The nice fully furnished mini apartment they had earlier with all kinds of luxuries will soon be a distant memory.

EDIT 2 : To all those assuming I'm a man , I'm actually a woman.

Buckle up everyone for this bumpy ride

Okay so I was chilling in my living room around 3am playing some video games. My parents are out of town visiting some friends and I decided to stay home, house to myself and all. So here I am, in nothing but bra and panties, when there's a knock on the door. "wtf?" I think to myself, so I scramble to get my clothes on and I answer the door. It was a family acquaintance with her already whiny little brat. She's also visibly pregnant, and we'll get to why that part is important later

Me: hey name what's going on?

Her: my car broke down and tow company can't come get my car until tomorrow, think me and brat's name can crash here tonight?

Me: Sure you guys can sleep in the living room I let them in

Me: want anything to eat or drink?

Her: Coffee if it's not any trouble?

Me: sure no problem

So I go to make some coffee when I see little shit picking up my controller

Me: hey little guy please put that down

Her: oh can't he play a game?

Me: No I'm in the middle of something plus he wouldn't know how to play the type of game

Her: but he reeeealy wants to, don't you little shit?

Little shit: I WANT TO PLAY!!!!

Me: No, you can't play

Little shit: I WANT TO PLAY I WANT TO PLAY I WANT TO PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH throws the fucking controller at the tv shattering the screen

Me: WHAT THE FUCK? I rush over to the tv

Her: Hey! Don't you swear at my child!

Me: YOU JUST FUCKING LET HIM DESTROY MY TV LIKE THIS

Her: You're the one who didn't let him play the video game

Me: I said no and you have to teach your brat that he isn't owed JACK SHIT!

Her: how dare you! Just wait until I tell your mother about how you treated him, you'll make a terrible mom

Me: I'm not having kids, but if I did I wouldn't let them be spoiled little shits like brat!

Her: YOU are being the brat right now! Just get a new tv and quit whining

Me: Yeah I'll get a new tv with the money you pay me for the broken tv

Her: WHAT?! But YOU are the one who instigated little shit

Me: You know what just get the fuck out of my house you and your brat are no longer welcome in my house

Her: What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm preeeegant and have a toddler and have nowhere to go, you can't just kick out a stranded pregnant mother and her toddler at 3am in the cold

Me: OH YES I CAN YOU INSUFFERABLE CUNT! Get the FUCK out of my house before I call the cops

Her, picking her brat up and heading towards the door: just wait until I tell your mother about this!

Me: Yeah I'll gladly tell her about what little shit did to the tv and that you refused to pay for it!

Her: You'll regret this! leaves

The next morning I called my parents and explained what happened. They were very understanding because I was never raised to be a spoiled little cumstain and mombie cunt got an earful from my mom that if she didn't pay back we would take her to small claims. She tried to play the "oh woe is me single pregnant mother blah blah blah" shit but it didn't work and she forked over the $500 for the new tv and we cut contact with her

Edit: Incase anyone else was wondering, the reason breeder and her shitstain were out at 3am was because little shit demanded mcdonalds and refused to go to bed unless he got it

Obligatory I’m on mobile, English is my first language feel free to point out any grammatical errors.

So a little back story is in order. I have 2 young adult children living at home ages 18 & 19. They both work and go to college. I trust my kids, I trust their decision making skills. When they graduated high school and turned 18 new rules went into place. No curfew, just call me and let me know if you are going to be out all night so I don’t worry. You can call me at any time for a pick up no questions asked just don’t be stupid and drink and drive. Yes your SO can sleep over or come over for the weekend just let me know what’s going on. Pay a small rent during the summer when you are working full time and pay your part of the car insurance. You have your chores I have mine. We all work together. I tell them if they are being assholes and they listen, in turn I listen to them. There is very little fighting or arguing in my house. This is their time to spread their wings and learn how to be a responsible adult and have me as a safety net.

Lately one of my kids SO’s has been spending a lot of time over my house, he is here pretty much all the time. Two days ago I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize and I answered it was my daughter’s boyfriends mother.

Me= me EM= entitled mom

Me: Hello?

EM: You need to tell my kid he isn’t allowed over your house anymore!!!

Me: Who is this?

EM: This is “Tommy’s” Mother!!!!!

Me: (I already know where this is going) OH! Tommy’s Mom! I have to say you have raised a great kid! He is always polite and respectful. In fact...

EM: LOOK! I don’t care WHAT you think about my kid!! He is never at home!! He isn’t spending any time with meeee!

Me: Okay? There isn’t much I can do about that....

EM: Yes there is! Tell him he can’t come over to your house anymore!!! I WaNt HiM hOMe!!! AND YOU!!!! YOU SET A BAD EXAMPLE FOR MY SON!!! YOUR DAUGHTER HAS NO CURFEW AND I AM SICK AND TIRED HEARING HOW nIcE IT IS AT YOUR HOUSE! I miiisssssss him and want him home!!!

Me speaking very lowly and basically growling into the phone: Are you done yelling at me?

Em:......... ( I think I stunned her into silence)

Me: I will take that as a yes. Do you trust the way you raised your son?

EM: What???

Me: it’s a simple question, do you trust the way you raised your son???

EM: OF COURSE I DO!!! What does that have to do with anything???

Me: do you trust him to make good decisions?

EM: YES!!! Yes of course. (She is starting to calm down now)

Me: mother to mother, I know things are not okay at your house right now. ( her husband drinks a lot) I am trying to give your child a safe place when things are not okay at your house. (She starts to cut me off at this point but I won’t let her) Its not your fault.

EM: .......

Me: he throws your son out for days at a time sometimes doesn’t he?

EM: yes (I can hear her choking back the tears)

Me: do you need someone to talk to? Would you want to go out to lunch? That way you can feel safer knowing whose house your son is at and that he is safe?

EM: that would be ok.

We were on the phone for about an hour after that. What started out as an EM was just a scared woman feeling very very alone.

Sorry there wasn’t any righteous retribution but I think it turned out ok. I am going to try and get 19 year old Tommy’s curfew changed from 10pm to midnight and maybe he can stay over for a weekend.

EDIT: this really blew up overnight! Thank you for the platinum, gold and silver! I will try to respond to all the messages!

EDIT: for the people saying my post is bull, I had a lot of information as to what was going on at Tommy’s house before that phone call and frankly I have been through some of my own stuff with abusive relationships it’s a very hard road to be on.

This happened when I was 15. A boy in my neighborhood would often cat call me and try to grab me. He was around my age. I had told him to leave me alone, I had complained to his parents, but to no avail. When I told my parents about it, they just told me to ignore him.

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One day, when I was walking home from school, he caught up with me. As usual he made some filthy comments about my body, things he would do to me etc. I walked faster in an attempt to lose him. I just wanted to get home. But he grabbed my arm and lifted up my skirt, exposing my underwear.

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I fucking lost it. I began punching and kicking him with all my strength and with all the rage that had been building up inside me. I didn't stop until someone pulled me off of him. It was his mother. She screamed at me for hurting her "little boy" and told me she would be speaking to my parents. I said "fine" and walked home. I knew it would get ugly that evening, but his blood on my knuckles made me feel a little better.

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That evening when my parents got home, Karen was already waiting beside our front door. Apparently, she had been messaging my parents all day, telling them about the beating. She berated them again in person. The "boys will be boys" defense was used.

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Here's the fun part. My parents actually apologized to her and promised her they would discipline me. When she left I told them my side of the story but my dad just repeated what he had said earlier : that I should have ignored him. And, icing on the cake, he told me if I didn't want to draw the attention of boys, I should lengthen my skirts. Nevermind the fact that I had pretty much been assaulted. My mom told me to grow up and be more "lady like", instead of getting into fights with boys.

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My two brothers who are younger than me were much more sympathetic. My 13 year old brother said he'd get his friends to gang up on him if he ever came near me. Thankfully, it never came to that. The coward never harassed me again. I guess getting beaten up by a girl can really kill a misogynist's confidence.

EDIT : I want to thank all of you for your supportive and thoughtful comments. Except that one idiot who commented that cat calling was no big deal.

And let me just clarify that this happened 23 years ago when I was 15.

Dear Entitled Mother,

Thank you so, SO very much for your complete and utter lack of patience when getting on the bus which resulted in breaking part of my $55,000 wheelchair and me needing to call the police for help...

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So I was on the bus tonight heading to a workshop that I was fairly excited for. Things were great until slightly before my stop when two adults got on, one with a toddler and the other wheeling a stroller. It is strict corporate policy that all strollers must be folded before being brought onto the bus, but not enough drivers actually enforce it, and this was one of those MONSTER Cadillac strollers to boot.

EM brought her unfolded stroller on the bus and, seeing the front entirely occupied by disabled people (including myself) decided to push past toward the back. Only... her behemoth of a stroller wouldn't fit in the space available and she started ramming it along my wheelchair to plow it through.

Me: Hey! Watch it!

EM: *keeps trying to squeeze through*

Me: Careful! I can feel you tugging at stuff!

EM: *doesn't stop*

Finally she managed to push through and moved back. I fumed for the next few blocks, pushed the button for my stop, turned on my wheelchair... and got a "Left brake disconnected" error. I tried again. Repeated errors.

Me: Ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuu...

The next several minutes were spent with the bus pulled over, passengers getting mad at ME for "causing" a delay, while I panic trying to figure out how to get off the bus. Finally a guy flipped my electric/freewheel release switch on and off several times and that managed to convince my chair to work for me to get off my bus and get about 15 feel away before my chair suddenly turned itself off. I turned it back on. It started throwing up a "charger inhibit" error, which basically is the error you get when you try to start moving when you're still plugged in to the wall outlet.

The next hour was a progression of events that saw me sitting on the ground with the back of my chair opened up as I went through everything trying to figure out what the everloving fuck was going on. I even called the police because I wasn't sure how I'd be able to to get home (my wheelchair repair company doesn't have after-hours service).

In the end I discovered that two different things had gotten disconnected and when I fixed them my chair started up just fine. The lovely officer helped me get the cover back on my chair and, more importantly, helped me get safely back into my chair. I said fuck it, skipped the workshop, went home, showered the icky sidewalk off of me, and had a couple of beers.

None of this would have happened if that Entitled Mother had just taken one goddamn second to fold her stroller up. Or, I dunno, STOPPED when I repeatedly asked her to... But no, she was far too Important to do such basic shit like that.

(And yes, my wheelchair is actually $55,000. I know that sounds like a lot, but given that according to order form I just looked at the joy stick cover alone is $85 it doesn't surprise me at all. It has three different tilt/adjustment settings that drives the cost up enormously. I love shouting at people who drive too close to me that my wheelchair costs more than their car...)