I'm not sure whether this belong in
this subreddit or not. If it doesn't, let me know and I'll repost
in the appropriate subreddit. My (26F) best friend, Nya's (28F) oldest sister,
Skylor (30F) has 2 kids with her husband, Cole (30M); Jay (5M) and Leah (12F). Nya and I
have known each other for 12 years, since Freshman year in high school, and are extremely close but
we are on completely different work schedules, with her working Mon-Fri and me working Fri-Tue.
Because Nya has weekends off and I don't, we rarely ever get to hang out, but when
we do, I always request PTO so we can, since Nya's job doesn't offer PTO and her
paychecks are already immensely small as it is. At the end of April, Nya and I planned a
sleepover at her house so I requested my PTO a month in advance (it's only supposed to be
2 weeks notice, but if I know sooner than 2 weeks, a heads up with extra time to spare is
always nice). Now, for some extra context, Nya's house is NOT Skylor's and Cole's
house, too. They have their own place but come to visit Nya frequently. Now, onto
the main part of this story. Skylor and Cole were over for a visit at Nya's place when I
arrived and that night, we all decided to play Cards Against Humanity. When Skylor and Cole
allowed Leah to play too, I thought Leah had already played this game and knew about all
of the inappropriate answers and questions. Boy, was I wrong. Cole was the first one to draw a
question card (I think the question was something like, "Why can't I sleep at night?" Can't
quite remember but it wasn't an inappropriate question). When we all picked our answers,
mine and Nya's answers inappropriate (all I had were cards with inappropriate answers,
for clarification). When Cole read our answers, he told Nya and I, "Know your audience. Don't
pick inappropriate cards". I explained to him that A) all I have are inappropriate answers and
B) it's an adult game. Cole actually told me to switch out my entire deck for a new one if every
card I had is inappropriate. But... I couldn't look at the cards I was drawing, so there was
no avoiding getting more inappropriate cards. Not to mention, Leah is 12 years old.
She's been in school for at least 6 years, I doubt she hasn't already heard about
half the inappropriate stuff mentioned in the game and it was Skylor's and
Cole's choice to let her play. It really put a damper on the game and
after an hour, Nya and I were done. If you're going to allow your child to play
an adult game, don't complain because it's too inappropriate for them. That's like taking your
child to a strip club and then demanding that the strippers cover up because your child is there and
"it's inappropriate for you to be barely dressed around my child". I'm 27F, and I live in a rather
nice neighborhood near the middle. My neighbor, who we'll call EM for entitled mother, has
a large dog and a rather destructive son, who we'll call EK for entitled kid. I
have a pretty good financial situation, and I live alone because the house was passed
down to me in the will. Its a pretty big yard, compared to Karen's yard, which is almost half the
size. I have no gate for the yard, leaving it open for any pets/animals to come right in. I work from
7am-5pm, so I'm gone for a long while during the day. Karen is the type to do a lot of gardening,
so she doesn't like EK in the yard with all the tools. One day, she asked me if I would allow her
son to play in my yard while I was as work... It couldn't cause any harm, could it? I accepted, but
I did tell her that her son would have to be gone by the time I was back, and all went well UNTIL...
I got my first cat. Keep in mind, EK would always bring the dog over with him to play. I named my
new ginger cat... well... Ginger. Ginger loved to bask out in the sun with the EK and dog, until
one day I found that she wasn't outside. INFACT, SHE WAS INSIDE WITH A BITE MARK. I rushed her
to the vet immediately, where she was treated and wore some sort of bandage wrap around her
waist for the next week or so. I checked the cameras only to see EK trying to move Ginger out
of her general spot so that he could sit there, and she swiped at him, scaring him off. It
seemed that EK's dog did not take kindly to this, and the mark was not a bite mark, but a swipe
from the dog. I presented this info with Karen who denied it and said "He's just a kid, and
Ginny is fine!" I reminded her that it was ginger, then told her that neither her son or dog
were allowed on my property again. She threw an ABSOLUTE TANTRUM and told me that they
should be entitled to the yard while I was away because "After all, you can't just let it go
to waste!" I then reassured her of my decision, to where she said word for word... "Ma'am, YOU
NEED TO LEAVE." IM SO CONFUSED! I'm considering my options, and I think small claims court is
a bit to much for this. What am I supposed to do... This story will be nothing unusual for
anyone working in education, as I was told. I tutored most of my Highschool years
(10th-12th grade for me). In our school system, kids from ages 11-18+ go to the same school,
which is how kids in lower grades got tutors. There were also larger classes by teachers
after class hours or during longer breaks, one-on-one tutoring was provided as an option
to, well, get cheap solo tutoring for kids and for the seniors to make some money.
I tutored multiple kids in math due to me being a teen who really liked having some money
while also being good at math. Most of the time, this wasn’t an issue, I only ever was in contact
with the parents for discussing how their child was doing and for payment, the kids were as
cool as twelve- to thirteen-year-olds could be. Until I got this one little girl in 6th
grade assigned to me. She was good at math, just not exceptional, had a rough start in
math particularly but quickly got to a solid upper-average territory. I often wondered why
she was assigned a tutor in the first place, I was to find that out when I met her mother.
The first time I spoke to her, she questioned me about my whole life
and plans, fine, I got nothing to hide. The next call was.. interesting, to say the
least. She called me to rant about the kid’s former tutor, a guy I actually knew, on how bad
of a job he was doing, how the kid wasn’t able to solve any of the mock exams correctly and
that they want to change to me asap because he is too incompetent. Harsh to say that about a
16-year-old you pay 10€ an hour, but good enough. The tutoring went well after that, she
didn’t actually need a lot of help. A few times, her mum drove me home, which was
neat, but the entire car ride was spent with her ranting about how bad her daughter was doing, how
she didn’t use any of the supplies they gave her, how they didn’t know how to deal with this
anymore, how the school wasn’t helping her and so on. All while the kid was in the same car.
During these car rides, she started pressuring me into putting in more hours, tutoring her
in more subjects and it didn’t stop there. Whenever an exam was approaching, she would
text me nonstop, pressuring me into giving up hours on weekends to practise with her daughter
and cancelling my own plans to accommodate her and her schedule. Let’s be clear, I was 17/18
preparing for my own final exams at the time, you would also guess it is common knowledge teens
might have plans on weekends, but none of my, admittedly not very stern, protest was enough
for her to stop and I started to give in every time because I couldn’t deal with the constant
pressure of her guilting me into all these hours. She would always tell me how reliant they were
on my help. Seriously, lady? Your daughter is in 6th grade and I spent weekends, weeks
even, watching her just draw circles. You don’t need a tutor to show your child how to
draw a circle. Anyhow, it didn’t stop there. As my finals were approaching, I didn’t return to
school after spring break. The time after spring break is full of final exams and we are meant to
prepare for that. Her daughter knew this because I told them numerous times I wouldn’t be back
then and I advised them to seek other students who would take over for me. Apparently, they
didn’t because the daughter asked me Sunday, the last day of the break, how we were supposed
to continue with me being out of school. Thanks to a certain global event, online lessons are a
thing now, and she was fine with that suggestion, so I told her mother about our new arrangement.
What followed was a two-minute voicemail, later a call, where I was berated, and screamed
at with her crying; “You never told us you were leaving after spring break, this was the only
reason why we chose you because you would be able to stay on until summer” and “she isn’t going
to make it without you, you have deceived us, she will not make the year now”.
Basic bullcrap that I have been listening to for about half a year at this point.
For the first time ever, I told her she was overstepping, I wouldn’t let anyone, including
her, talk to me this way. Out of courtesy, I agreed to tutor her for the next week as well,
for the sole reason I felt sorry for the kid who dealt with this on a daily basis.
Of course, she then backpaddled, telling me I misunderstood everything and
they never pressured me about her grades. I couldn’t bring myself to explain to a woman
twice my age that 1. Sending someone a voice message crying, screaming and guilt-tripping
them is, indeed, pressure. 2. She did pressure me every time the kid brought in bad results
and 3. Never respected me or my time in any way. I actually went to the school with this and
showed them all of our messages. The school was so appalled at this that they banned her from
the tutoring service completely, as the other guy who tutored her before also stepped forward
with the messages he received which were of similar nature (to my request, hah).
She is spamming him, pleading to tutor her child again, to this day.
I, on the other hand, wonder to this day how my being out of school was any inconvenience
at all. Before she screamed at me, her daughter and I rearranged our plans into me just.. driving
to the school twice a week. I never told her I wouldn't be tutoring her kid anymore, me not being
in school anymore was just a small talk fun fact I gave her. Logic suffered a lot that day. To recap,
I was placed in possession of a pair of kids (8f and 5m) on turbo short notice over the weekend.
On Friday as soon as the parents left pandemonium reigned, and I knew I needed to get the energy
out of the kids or I'd be dead by Sunday. So I had them collect bathing suits and we all went to my gym which has
a guest policy and a pool. Got the kids signed in as my guests for the
evening and asked a bit uncomfortably what the correct thing to do would be, given
I was in charge of a boy and a girl. The girl at the front desk laughed a
little at me, and said that the family locker rooms were down the same hallway
as the women's locker rooms. It felt very, very odd walking down the forbidden hallway,
but true to her word, there was two big doors, One that said FAMILIES and one that said WOMEN. The boy kid really wanted to wander
into the women's locker room, which got vetoed almost immediately. We get in there and there's stalls inside for
changing, basically a closet with a changing room door on it. Me being hyper aware that
anything going even slightly wrong in relation to someone else's naked child is a very very
bad place for misunderstandings decided that we'd take turns. The girl would go first,
get out of her clothes, change into her suit, and then come hang with me while
her brother did the same. And then when it was my turn I BEST be seeing two
pairs of ankles under the door the whole time or someone's getting left in the
locker room hung by their bathing suit. Happily enough nothing went
wrong. On our end anyway. Unfortunately while the girl was changing, a
mom and her son came into the family locker room and looked confused. "Why are you and
your son just standing there?" Says she "Oh, I'm just watching the kids and his
sister is changing, they're not my children, figured this was safest for everyone." Says
I, thinking oh god no. Please it's Friday. She rears back in shock, raises her
voice "They're not YOUR children?!" "Nope. I just borrowed them so their
mom could get some alone time with dad." At this point the lil dude is hiding behind me and the clothing rustling from
the little girl has stopped. "Ma'am I'm just trying to get them changed and
into the pool. I can't take a little girl into the men's locker room." Says I, thinking
I'm not precisely comfortable in there, I can't imagine it would
go well with a little girl. "This is a FAMILY locker room! For FAMILIES!
Not for BABYSITTERS! AND WHO THOUGHT YOU WERE MATURE ENOUGH TO WATCH TWO KIDS ON THEIR
OWN. I'M GETTING YOU REMOVED!" Says she, and then yanks her child out behind her
to go yell at someone at the front desk. The boy tugged on my pants and looked
up at me, "I think that lady is crazy." I looked down at the lil dude and nodded but made a shush sound and told the
girl to get changed pronto. The woman didn't come back in and the kids didn't
wander off while I was getting changed. We had a great time in the pool and I didn't see the kid or
his mom while we were in the pool or after. Don't know what happened, there was a different desk
attendant when we left. So for some background I’m the eldest child. 1 of 3. For my father.
I have more siblings from my mother and by her marriage. But for my father I was the eldest child
and the only daughter. And I’ve always hated it. He used to push and push for more and more
until I burnout and he said in his own words ‘giving up on me’ in 11th grade or so. At
this point there was constant bs. Constant it’s all in your head. Or I never said
that. Or that’s not how I intended that at all and why are you twisting my words to
make me look like the villain? Literally on freaking repeat this man says this bs. I used
to care. Key word. Used to. Now? I’m annoyed. Every time he tells me how I’ve not measured
up to his expectations of worth and how I’ve failed as a mother I get more and more
ticked off. Like I already dislike you, don’t need to really seal the deal lol. Like
this is the same man when I was mourning the 2 babies I’ve lost who told me ‘Maybe this is gods
way of punishing you for not being a good enough mother’. As someone who doesn’t even freaking
believe in god. To someone who does. And he still had the freaking nerve when confronted
to say the same bs lines about that sentence as well. Oh well I never said or intended it
that way. Freaking lies. I’m tired of it jerk. So I went no contact. That didn’t end
well. I now have a second court date in June for this jerks bs. I have to
take time off of work that I need to make money for my child because
of your bs? Now I’m more annoyed. And no I can’t get any other family
to get him to back off. Their just as freaking crazy and support his delusion
that they automatically have rights to my child because ‘he’s the families grandson/
great-grandson’. I literally disowned them all because I am 100% the fact they
will go behind my back if I say not to do something and will do it anyway. And yes
that includes allowing him contact with my son. But he doesn’t know. I have time date stamped
video of him. That’ll prove him ignoring a court order,after a dui. I mean within the
last 3 years too. Like you really wanted to come and take my child thinking I wouldn’t
have evidence ready? Like I’ll prove not only are you unsafe in generally but I’ve still
got every single text since the history of forever. Guess your abuse not to delete my
text messages so you could go through them really paid off now didn’t it? But I mean if
you had actually paid attention maybe someone else would be soon sitting in that cell instead
of you. (He blamed me for me being groomed and told me that could never happen)But
you freaked up. I’m fixing it all. If you see this? Remember how screamed in my
face ‘why can’t you just be normal?’ Guess who found out she is autistic. So freak you.
I am normal. Your ‘pushing’ cough cough abuse cough me was never gonna help. Because you were
wrong about what I am. Always have been. And I promise you I will always be a better parent than
you because I know exactly what the freak I don’t wanna be. And all yours messages about
regretting my decision? You better hope I don’t find out where your buried…because I’ve
been planning for the past year all the ways to pee on your gravestone. And it won’t be just
a one time thing. Well, I think it's fairly safe to assume I've lost a couple friends
over this, but it wasn't me what did it. This weekend a friend of mine asked me to keep
an eye on her two kids while she and her hubby went away for the weekend for some couple time.
Her mother was initially going to watch the kids but fell through on short notice (She called me
at 3pm on Friday to come over in 3 hours), and my friend knew I probably wasn't doing anything.
Which was both hurtful and accurate. I said sure. She's got two kids, a girl who is 8, and a boy
who is 5. They're good kids for the most part, the boy has a little bit of a snitching problem
and the girl has a sharing problem, but it's two days. So I show up Friday after work while my
friend gives me the rundown and her husband tells the kids he will beat them with their sibling
if they're bad. The kids were unimpressed. The parents leave and it's just me
and the kids in the house, and it's immediate pandemonium. The brother snitches
on his sister for taking an extra cookie, the sister cries to me that her brother touched
her Switch, and I make the executive decision that they've got too much energy and if
they're tuckered out they'll hopefully chill. So I ask the kids to track down bathing suits
because we're going to my gym which has a pool and a guest policy. I did let mom know what we
were up to before we left, and asked if it was OK if I brought my dog over, he doesn't shed
and is house trained. She said that was fine. Operation pool was a great success, though the
locker room got a bit dicey. (That's a whooole other story.) Once everyone was appropriately
tired, including me, we made a pit stop on the way back to their house to grab my pooch.
He's extremely well behaved and loves kids, and both kids were immediately all about the
Dexter, and the Dexter was all about the kids. Ground rules: No pulling on his fur,
and he goes where he wants. (Kids kinda struggle with the notion that a dog is
not a toy. I obviously kept him out of places where he wasn't supposed to
go but I'm a grown up. Allegedly.) Miraculously after the swim and chasing the dog
around the house left the kids too pooped to pop, and both fell asleep watching a Disney film
on the TV. After the movie I woke the kids up to trot off to bed and didn't make
them brush their teeth. For the record, the son did indeed yeet me under a
bus when mommy called in the morning. I told the kiddos that if they left their doors
open Dexter might sneak in and give them cuddles. I increased the likelihood of this by sleeping on
the couch and not leaving him a spot. He expressed his displeasure with me by flouncing off and
going into the boy's room to sleep. Great success. Saturday we went for a hike
in the morning, had a nap, and then played ball with the dog and generally
had a pretty chill day. Defused the sharing issue by explaining to the girl that the pup
has feelings and wants just like any person, and she can't control him that way. She
appeared thoughtful. And then immediately started yelling at her brother for hogging the
dog again. At least she wasn't mad at the dog. I successfully heated up the casserole
mom had left me for dinner following her carefully laid out instructions, admonished
the kids to not give him people food, and was soundly ignored. I did draw the
line at a couple morsels from each kid, and put my foot down. More than that and he's
gonna get the runs, and nobody wants that. That night I made sure sis got a turn by again
hogging the couch and also closing the boy's door, since he got a turn already. The girl
was smug. The boy made me call his mom. Mom wasn't happy that my dog was in
her kids beds. I reminded her that he doesn't shed and can't smell worse
than the kids and her daughter might burn the house down with us inside if she
doesn't get a turn. Mom accepted defeat. Saturday night was again relatively
peaceful, though tooth brushing did happen. Early Sunday morning I got woken up
by having my dog step on my testicles, which is a thing he's really good at and he was
mad at me for not leaving any room. I made room. Apparently the girl tried to do something
he didn't like and he noped out of there. She wasn't happy about that, but was
appeased by my pain enough to go back to bed. This morning was relatively chill, some more
playing with the dog and some team tug of war, and mom and dad got back around lunchtime
and thanked me for keeping their kids in one piece. The kids said bye to
the pup and there were tears and I loaded up myself and my dog and went back
home to enjoy the (relative) peace and quiet. Yeah, I wish it ended there. Maybe an hour after we got home I get a phone
call from a very frazzled sounding mom with kids crying in the background.
She says they need my dog now. I'm sorry, what? You don't need
A dog, you need MY dog? Like, I don't need to come back and
visit soon? You just want him? Well the kids got so attached and they
won't stop crying about missing the dog and her and her husband don't have time
for two kids and a puppy and more guilt inducing word vomit that was
having precisely zero affect on me. Abso-fluffing-lutely not. Click. Still getting texts about 'being reasonable'
and 'you have time to train a new dog' 48 hours of free babysitting isn't enough?
You want my dog too? Not in this lifetime. Dog tax: https://www.reddit.com/r/rarepuppers/comments/s2v292/send_help_immediate/ Update/clarification: The parents offered to pay
me for my time over the weekend, but the rate for 2 full days of child care was kind of a lot and
they don't have a lot of disposable income. It was an emergency and I had nothing better to
do with my time. Told them not to sweat it. My pup is chipped and is still
sleeping off his big weekend, but he's going nowhere solo
and I do have cameras up. I also texted my friend's husband asking him
wtf happened and why does his wife want MY dog this morning. He replied back with a lot of ????
Genuinely hoping sanity breaks out and we can move past this, but ain't nobody is pup-napping my
dog. (This story is being written by my friend, as he does not want to create an
account of his own due to anxiety.) This story consists of 6 characters; EB (Entitled Boy), NG (Nice Girl), ESM
(Entitled Step Mom), Mom, and Dad. I am 22M, and am currently working out
a financial situation and rent a house along with some roommates. My roommates Sarah
and Johnny will be on a camping trip all week, so when ESM decided to request a family gathering
at the rented house, they hesitantly accepted. Saturday evening, ESM, NG, EB, mom, dad and some
aunts and uncles come in. Entitled boy and Nice Girl were my entitled step mother's children,
and they were twins, both around 7. A while back, my parents had divorced and my dad decided to date
that lady, who we still have to call our mother, even though she's not. I have one MacBook that
I use for all my school work, and I keep that safe on my desk upstairs. As soon as the EB and
NG come in, they begin to explore the house, and I tell them to go anywhere EXEPT upstairs.
After a while, we all begin having dinner, assuming that the twins were playing with the toys
they brought. WRONG. About ten minutes into the dinner, we hear footsteps running up the stairs,
followed with a loud shriek from NG "EB NOOOO, DONT GO UP THERE!". Next from the EB "YOUR NOT THE
BOSS OF ME!". All the sudden, we hear a crash, a shout, and NG begins to cry loudly. I ran upstairs
to see what had happened, while ESM stayed put as if she didn't hear all the shouting and crying
from her kids. Here's what had happened: NG had attempted to prevent EB from going upstairs,
but then he pushed her into the desk, where she hit her shoulder and knocked it over, causing
her to cry. NG was fine, but just sad that her brother would do that. The worst part was that the
MacBook had fallen into the corner or the desk, pinned against the nightstand, and CRUSHED when
she had fallen. I brought the Laptop downstairs and confronted my ESM, who denied it, saying that
"OH YOU! YOU PLANNED THIS ALL SO WE HAD TO BUY YOU A NEW ONE! HOW DARE YOU!" I tried to reason with
her, but she insisted that since it was MY house, it was my duty to control the kids. Slowly,
my family began to side with her just because of the following reasons: "Their just kids!" "It
wasn't their fault!" "Your a grown man, get a new one and stop whining!" WHAT DO I DO?! If this ever
gets read on youtube or something, I NEED ADVICE!
