Posted by u/Silver_da_man
1 day ago HMMMM yes, our yard, your problem!
M so basically, we had the local Karen
in our neighborhood with like 4 kids, ill call Entitled Parent EP.
EP lives near us, like, next to our house near us, and that can get... annoying.
me, my dad, and my sister [mother is at work 24/7, and dad is retired] were at
home kinda, just, chilling, dad was sleeping, me probably sleeping as well,
and sister downstairs playing on her tablet. Then the transformer on the telephone pole in our
yard freaking just explodes as loud as a cannon. early in the morning, everyone is surprised,
we were confused, then we were like "oh shat, no more power!" good thing we have the old
butt generator which works like a champ of course! only needed a oil change and like two
small parts needed to be fixed over the years, thats only when it failed us, so now,
old gene starts up, and keeps on running, for how long? oh, like for three days straight.
EP gets extremely angry, and calls the police on us, why? because our generator was too loud!
Oh no! whatever shall we do! police come, my dad is confused, he was thinking
"we go to church, we are good people, what did we do?" the police explain EP called because of
the generator, dad explains we cant really turn it off, since we need power, police understand
fully, and leave, EP is ANGRY! she kinda just stink eyes our house for the rest of the day
like she was planning something [she didnt] a year later, my dad decides to dazzle up
the house, new grey paint, carpet, siding, windows, now to deal with the ugly skinny trees
in the back yard and replace them with beautiful flowers! so we order a company to cut down
and grinded the roots/removed roots, and oh, can you guess what happens? child jumps into the
fire pit? our mini playground disappeared? someone replaced the fence which we own??? nope! EP calls
the police, yet again, because we ordered a tree company to cut down some small skinny trees. my
dad of course couldnt do it, me and my sister were NOT trusted with any power tools, and mother
was at work almost the whole day whole week, which is why we called them. so police come
AGAIN, and are very annoyed because they remember last time EP called, so they asked my dad what
was the commotion, dad tells them we ordered a company to cut down some trees which wouldnt take
long, since theyre very small, and police left. EP got angry, later she moved out [thank god] and
we dont have to deal with her anymore! big win. Posted by
u/xocoai 1 day ago Am I wrong to have no desire
to connect with my dad anymore? L
I don’t know where to go to get help on this
so I hope it’s ok if I post here. I was closer to my dad growing up than I am
now. My parents divorced in/around 2005, when I was either 6 or 7, so most of my life with my
parents had been back and forth trips on weekends, and divided holidays. My mom had custody of
me and my brother technically, but there was no separating us from our dad. It was a pretty
amicable divorce. We had shared time for years and it didn’t seem to effect our relationship with our
parents, until I guess when I started high school. My dad used to drink a lot, but I don’t
remember him as a heavy drinker at all. I just remember him as my dad. Maybe I
was too young to notice, because my older brother remembers it more than I do. My dad
met a woman who did help him sober up more, but also got him on the born again Christian
pipeline and it completely changed his personality. My dad met this woman when I
started high school, who is now his wife. When they first got together it was fine, but
quickly my dad decided to move almost an hour away from our home town, and still expected
me and my brother to fulfill the same amount of visits after school and on weekends.
Both my brother and I began to hate going back and forth. I remember I used to get
so angry because I was constantly trying to do school work on school nights after
driving an hour to go see my dad (I was an honors high achiever type that had a lot of
homework), only for him to get annoyed that I was paying more attention to my school work
than him. It became a struggle of giving my dad all the attention he wanted rather than what
I wanted or needed, and because of this I started to resent him. I resented that he didn’t
take me or my brother’s time into account. One Christmas, he made us drive an hour
through a snow storm on Christmas Eve, and the storm continued through Christmas
Day as we drove home to see our mom’s side of the family. My brother just had gotten his
license and I was 13 or 14. I remember that so vividly because I think that’s when
I realized his narcissistic tendencies. He changed so much because of his wife. He
became almost like a completely different person. He isn’t the dad I used to know, and
when that started to happen I also resented his wife. Even though, it was probably good
for him that he was sobering up because of her. But I didn’t recognize him anymore, and
I would get into fights with both of them on visits. I hated her for changing him. I didn’t
feel like I could connect with him anymore. Me and my brother were not raised in religion- we
were given the choice to choose what we wanted to believe. But once he changed, he began to try
to impose all of his beliefs on us. My brother seems to be able to let it roll off his shoulder
pretty easily. For me, it drove me insane. My political beliefs as well are the polar opposite
of my dad’s. I’m very progressive and he is very conservative. I don’t want to get into any debates
on here, but I feel like this context is also important to mention because it affected my view
of my dad intensely. I didn’t want it to, but when it started to involve hate towards women - I felt
it personally and it hurt. It’s like everything I believe in to him is devil worship. It’s
like he feels the need to save me from myself. With all of this being said, it’s very hard for
me to understand him, and it’s hard for him to understand me. And it would be fine with me if we
just didn’t talk about any of it, but it’s like he is a missionary and feels like it’s his duty
to change me and my entire personality. I’ve had multiple conversations with him about how I don’t
want to share our beliefs anymore, because it does more harm than good. It’s like an incessant thing
that he feels that he needs to talk to me about. I don’t feel much of a connection to him anymore.
It feels shallow and artificial, and seeing him feels like an obligation or a chore to me. He is
trying to stay connected with me and I appreciate that he is trying. He is trying to find basis
for what we can connect on that doesn’t involve religion or politics. But I can barely give him
the time of day anymore. I feel guilty about it, but I’m 25 now and I have so much going on in
my life that needs my attention more. I just don’t know how to connect with him anymore, and
I’m ok with that, but he isn’t. He is constantly trying to be in my life, and I feel horrible
about it, but I am so much more comfortable with the distance that I’ve created between
us. Everyone tells me that I should try to stay connected more. Am I doing something wrong
by not wanting him super involved in my life? Posted by u/alhbundy
2 days ago Slaying of a dragon mommy.
M Today's epic is about a father who slayed
(slewed??) the mighty mommy dragon. As with all these tales it began quietly. The mommy had her 2 kids one boy (about
10) and the daughter (a little younger.) The girl had a shopping bag with some
items in it, that I couldn't see. The boy asked me how much my
Pokemon card packs were. I told him, $4 for one/ 3 for $10. (sorry
that the original text said 3/20.) He stated how much cheaper
they were than at the store he usually goes to and tells me he wants 6 packs. She said no. You can't have that many. Kid.."You said that I could
use my $20 to buy what I want." Her.."Not to waste...." Kid.."Funny that everything I want is a waste." Her..Ripping the $20 out of his
hand..."you know, you're right." What she didn't know was that the Father
was right behind her when she did this. First thing he did was ask her
why she did that. To which she replied that he was going to waste it
on cards. He asked why it was a waste. Her response??? "because." He went "Hmmm" and asked the girl for her
bag. She handed it to him and he looked in it, turned around and started walking away. Mommy asked him where he was going with that bag. He stated that he was returning it "because
it was a waste." She yelled at him that she had permission to buy that. His
response was the he gave the boy permission to buy those cards. Again, she
wasn't allowing it because it was a waste. Here is where this guy became the mighty
warrior. He said that she was right about the girl being allowed to buy what she wanted.
He asked me how much the cards were and I told him. He stated that they were cheaper then
where they usually go and tells me to give the boy 9 packs. He pulls out $30 and hands it
to me. The boy became a god next. He said to is father that it wasn't fair to his sister.
He was getting $30 and she only got $20. Father looked at him and shook
his head in affirmation. He then asks his daughter if she wants
Pokemon. She says "YES" loudly. The shock on Mommy wore off and screamed
that these weren't for girls and that the girl didn't even like Pokemon. She looked
at her and stated that she loved Pokemon, but you would never let her have
any, or let her watch the show. The father told her to take 6 packs and the
boy to take another 3 and handed me the money. A happy time was had by all except
for the defeated dragonmommy. Posted by u/nannymama53
2 days ago Dad expects me to be a perfect Mom
M I grew up with a bipolar father who was
finally diagnosed when I was 20. Growing up, I lived in CONSTANT fear of my father. For
context, I was considered a "goody 2 shoes" and never disobeyed. He criticized my weight on
a routine basis, he would blame me for ruining his day if I did anything wrong or made a
mistake as every child does while growing up. An example - he blamed me when he shattered
the storm door glass because "he had an extra coffe to carry in the cup holder" because i
asked for one since we were one vacation. I was 12 when this occurred. He often screamed
explicititives at me for normal child needs because it inconvenienced him. He was emotionally,
mentally and occasionally physically abusive. Also s******* abusive when I was 5 but I kept it
to myself until my college years. He put me through SO much childhood trauma. Ironically
enough, my father believes that a persons childhood and how they were raised is a direct
reflection of who they become as an adult. My dad won't apologize or acknowledge what he
did but expects me to be a perfect parent. My husband and I have been together
for almost 18 years, married for 12. My child has HF autism, ADHD, and dyslexia.
Assuring he has the appropriate educational and psychological support he requires and
deserves has always been my top priority. My father constantly finds something about my
son's upbringing to critique. If my husband and I have a disagreement (raised voices
but no screaming) in front of our son, my father tells us that our child is
going to be messed up as an adult. My dad has even stated (in front of my son) my
intelligence is disappointing and subpar to his and my mother's. My dad even told
my son that mommy is going to ruin his upbringing and permanently screw him up.
My father always points out anything about me that he doesn't like. According to him,
he cannot enjoy his "golden years" because "my imperfections as a parent are damaging
my son's potential." He then curses at me. Any advice or guidance is
appreciated. Thank you in advance! Posted by u/Wooden-Feedback-7986
2 days ago Would It be wrong to move
out or am I being ungrateful? M
I, 21F, grew up in a single mother household with five
other siblings. Also, I was the only girl , middle child. My mother is very hard-working to the
point where I don’t even remember her being there half my childhood. I just remember her
working, working from home, selling houses, doing hair, and going to nursing school. Now,
she’s an RN all at 50 years old. Let’s just say I have a lot to live up to. Now I have a
little sister 7F. A lot of my, no majority of, if not all, my teenage years I was watching
her. No football games, no basketball games, no late nights out with friends. My cousins still
make jokes that I was a second mother at 14. My mom has done a lot for me physically so
that’s why I feel so ungrateful. My mother and I don’t have the best relationship. We
don’t talk, and I honestly kind of don’t like being around her. I feel really bad but mentally,
emotionally I can’t stay in this town. I don’t have a life here. Every time I travel I feel
that taste of freedom that I know it’s gonna go away once I step back in my hometown. It’s
the same day-to-day routine every single day. Recently, my mom is getting another divorce. I
don’t care. I know my mom’s not gonna read this, so that man was a b!tch and I called it. She
always dates down when she's worth so much more. But now she’s talking about stepping up again and
doing more around the house. But she knows I have 1 foot out the door. It’s making our relationship
even worse that I’m barely home. I just do the bare minimum like making sure my sister gets
to school and she eats and goes to bed on time. I honestly don’t even think I'm much help at the
moment. Plus, she says it all the time anyway. But with everything going on at my house, I just feel
like and ungrateful angry ball of misery. Like I’m supposed to want to help her and stay. But if I
stay, I know my story, I’ll just end up depressed, pregnant, and a stoner for the rest of my life
taking care of people that I don’t want to. I’m so ashamed to say that. And moving, god, just
thinking about it I can feel the opportunity, the worry, the excitement, the struggle,
the happiness… idk no risk no story. This is truly a rant and there’s no
structure. I just wanna know if I am an ungrateful human being for wanting to
leave my mom behind and figure it out? Posted by u/AslansGirl89
3 days ago Entitled houseguests
M So, about 12 years ago, the summer after I (34f)
graduated from college, I was back at home and planning a wedding to my husband (32m). I was
there for about a month or so when my father came home from a late shift around midnight one night
and came inside as white as a sheet because he had just been robbed at gunpoint right in front of
our house. It was a disrupted night of sleep for all of us to say the least after we had dealt
with the police and whatnot. I honestly don't think that my father even slept. So, the next
day my mother called her good friend and told her what happened and the friend graciously
invited all 3 of us humans, 2 birds, a dog, and a turtle to move into their basement until
they could find a place to live in a safer area because we had been living in a very bad part of
town which is why what happened, happened. So, we all moved in and all was well for a few weeks
until my Narcissistic father and entitled mother started to complain about how this friend and
her husband lived differently than they did. I mean obviously... 2 couples in their 40s/50s are
going to live differently than each other but my parents were so dumb and petty about the things
they chose to complain about. Granted, there were some serious things that this couple had going
on that were problematic like not having any gas because it had been shut off due to non payment so
there was no heat or hot water. The heat wasn't a problem because it was summer but the cold showers
were a bit annoying but still, we were guests in their home. Anyway, here's a list of the dumbest
things my parents got into fights with them over: The couple never ate any
veggies and "ate like children." Their teenage daughter was too sullen
and spent too much time in her room. The lady slept with a teddy bear. The man washed his hands too
thoroughly and too often. The man was struggling to find a
job (hence the gas being shut off but my father spent the entirety
of my HS career unemployed so...) Their dog's breath stank. 🤣 They complained about the people's house cleaning
because there was dog hair all over the place and it was cluttered. (The house we left looked
like it should have been on the show Hoarders.) I can't think of anything else because I have
tried to block that period of my life out but my parents stayed with them for a good 6
months and they were constantly fighting over the dumbest things like the above. It
just baffles me honestly that my parents would be so ungrateful of their hosts like
that. I mean I am not surprised because as I mentioned at the beginning, my father is a
Narcissist and my mother is entitled because of it but I would be a lot more grateful
if someone was letting me, my adult kid, and several pets live in their basement!
Thankfully I went back to my college town after the end of the summer and didn't have to deal
with that nonsense on a daily basis while also planning a wedding but yeah. There's one of the
THOUSANDS of entitled parents stories I have. Smh. Posted by u/monteay12345
4 days ago Practised self defence and nearly got expelled for it
L TLDR: my bully got socked
and I nearly got expelled. Context and cast: me, EK, EM, SM (saviour
momma), NP(nice principle), BT(biased teacher), SD(super dad), ED. Ek and I were both
14yrs male. We were in the same year group, and EK was my bully for about 4 years before
hand. BT and EM were friends outside of school. SM and SD are (obviously) my parents, and
EM and ED are (also obviously) EK’s parents. EK had been my bully for years, and this wasn’t
your typical name calling, shoulder bumping, gossiping kind of bully, this was a raw, British,
fat-boy bully. He was physical, pushing me over, pressuring me, trying to pick fights, literally
spitting on my head. He was about 4ft 5”, and I was about 6ft 2. He was fat, and I was lanky.
Not a very fair match. Just before this incident, I went to the local fairgrounds that had popped
up recently, and I had a go at one of those punching bag score things you see people failing
at in meme videos, and it turns out I have some pretty decent momentum, as I got a score of about
500ish, while all my friends got about 350-400. On the day of the incident,
right before it happened, I went to the orchard in my school’s garden area, as it had just reopened due to the large wasp
nest being removed. Along comes EK and his goons. EK: Oi! Dumbo!. Me: (still trying to
reach for an apple on the tree) what?. EK: what’re you doin’ mate!? Me: picking apples,
what does it look like I’m freaking doing?” At this comment, which I am quite proud of, he
scowls, leans forward, and starts barrelling towards me in a rugby tackling position. As I am
still stretched up trying to reach an apple, I see this in my peripherals, and don’t have enough
time to move before I am on the floor, winded and cut by the gravel ground. In perfect goon
fashion, they all start laughing, and EK steps back a bit. I get up, walk away, and just before
I go through the trees, I give EK a little 🖕. I immediately hear home shout “get back
here you lanky crap!” And hear gravel crunching under his feet as he runs.
I think about making a dash for it, but decide against it. I wanted to try
something, knowing it probably would work, but I wanted to try it anyway. I
was going to fight back for once. I see him appear around the trees and
run straight at me. I back up a bit, and he starts smirking. He slows down
and starts walking just as he gets closer to me. The next few seconds are a
blur. My arm raises, I ball up my fist, and I punch EK in the face, right as
he’s getting ready to tackle me again. He’s on the ground, groaning, poking his cheek.
Before anything happens, I make a break for it and run back to the main building. Class starts
and EK comes in late, with a purple cheek. Crap. BT asks him what happened, and EK tells her a
bullcrap story of how I punched him unprovoked. This is typical for him, as when I have told
the teacher about what he’s done to me before, he makes up some story about how he is
the victim, and for some ungodly reason, the teacher can’t decide who’s lying and who
isn’t, and so just punishes us both. It’s gotten so bad that SM tells me to shush whenever I
mention EK’s name, as she knows it’s gonna be bad. EK sits down, and class goes on. Later, I get
called to the principal’s office. EK and BT are there, along with NP. EK is told to tell his side
of the story, in which he says that I pushed him over and punched him for no reason. All the while,
BT is glaring at me. I then tell my side. I have been on good terms with NP for years now, so I
hoped that he would believe me. But it seemed that BT had been trying to convince NP that I
was in the wrong here. NP told us all to leave, and that he would get our parents to
come into school to talk about this. A few days pass and SM, EM, EK and I are back in
the principals room. To spare you the details, as this is already very long, EM started
raving about how I should be expelled for assaulting her sweet child, and SM argued that
EK should be expelled for all he has done to me, and how I was only using self
defence. It ends with, as usual, us both getting punished and suspended. Later,
SD decided enough was enough, and so he and I did something very unprofessional,
and went to EK’s house on the weekend. My dad knocked on the door, and ED opened
the door. ED: um, ello, who’re you? SD: I’m OP’s father, I’ve come to have
a word with you and your son. ED: ah, right, well then, I guess you can come in. At this point , ED was visibly intimidated, as
my dad was very tall, 6ft 5, and he wasn’t lanky like me, he was wide shouldered, big muscles,
essentially, bigger and stronger than ED would probably ever be. SD told me to wait in the car.
He never really told me what was said in there, just told me that EK should leave me along from
now on, and if he doesn’t, make sure to tell him. EK left me alone for a long time after that. Until
the school called the police on him after I told them about how he slapped my butt (for some
unknown reason, probably just to annoy me). He was charged with sexual assault and suspended. He
never really interacted with me again after that. I notice now that this post is
more about EK than EM or ED, but I think it still fits with the subreddit, idk. Posted by
u/Jlaw118 3 days ago My mum and step-dad claim they understand how
busy my life is right now. Then complain I never have time for them. I’m exhausted
with their entitled, attention seeking. M
I’m caught up in the middle of an argument between my mum
and step-dad at the minute. My step-dad left her in June following an argument that turned sour
between the two. The problem they both have is, he’s a heavy drinker and my mum has anger
issues and together they just clash. Anyway, regardless, this argument between
the two of them has been going on ever since. Both promising me they won’t get
me involved but it’s all they have done. My life is hectic at the minute. Me and
my girlfriend moved in with my grandma 18 months ago following her dementia diagnosis, so we live and care for her. We’ve got an 8
month old baby boy who keeps us on our toes, whilst I also started my own business in June
and most days I’m out working 12+ hours a day. I literally get up and out of the door for
6am, I drive most of the day and limited to when I can text and be on the phone. I get home
about 6pm on average, where we sit down to eat, wash up, then we have our little boy in a
routine at about 7pm we get him ready for bed, with a bath every two nights. That’s a bottle,
book and then trying to settle him. Whilst trying to make sure my grandma’s needs are
also met. Then we have washing up to do, sometimes bottles to wash and sterilise. Then
we maybe get into bed about 9pm to settle down, but I have to sit there on my laptop catching
up on admin things for the business that I don’t get the chance to do during the day. We maybe
get to sleep around 10/11pm, then back up at 5am and repeat. I barely see my little boy apart
from bed time most days and it breaks my heart. My step-dad recently saw me have a mental
breakdown in regards to my grandma’s dementia only a matter of a month or so ago. Then not
long after he started kicking off at me over texts and emails, throwing things in my face
that he’s bought me over the years and telling me how awful and ungrateful I am. Then has
gone back to my mum saying I never ring him, or visit him or care about him. So mum’s
responded reminding him I’m working all of the time now whilst caring for my grandma
and baby etc, and pretending she cares. Her freezer broke yesterday. She’d asked me if
we had room for anything in our chest freezer, I told her we did a big shop over
the weekend and don’t think we do, but could probably squeeze some essentials
in. Then she’s messaged me this morning, telling me I was no help to her yesterday when she
needed it and all her food is now going to waste, and my step-dad is right, I don’t
have the time of day for them. You know what? They’re right.
I don’t have the time of day for them. They’re exhausting whilst I’m
already exhausted myself. They both want constant attention. Me and my girlfriend
are absolutely exhausted with everything because we get so little help as it is.
There’s just not enough hours in the day. I know it’s not always going to be like
this, but at the minute it is and we’re struggling. I can’t be bothered with
any of it. I just can’t please anybody.
