r/entitledparents

I need a rant because I can’t on FB as my town isn’t big and people will know who I am.
I don’t know how hard it is to not send your kids to school when they are sick!
My 3year old caught rsv from his Kindergarten because I family took their kids to kindy knowing they were sick. The virus went all through the house and when my 1 year old premie got it he was hit hard.
He went down hill quickly and I rushed him to hospital. As soon as we got there his limbs were grey and he was hardly conscious. They rushed him in and were struggling to get him stable. After testing they told me that he was in septic shock. After an Xray they found pneumonia in his lung. He was sent to another hospital in another town with better care. It was scary and long but after a few days he is better and getting their. My 3 year old now has croup as well.
I am beyond mad at whoever parent did this. I do t care if I sound selfish but another child’s life is more important than bothering someone for baby sitting or just taking a day off work. And yes companies should be more accepting of parents needs.
I am still shaking from this when I talk
About it. My 1 year old was so close to not being with us and I am not okay.

My dad’s a Bulgarian immigrant. He loves yogurt, sour cream (straight out of the Costco tub) , and cheese of any kind. I’ve been pretty lactose intolerant for a while now, and i was on a milk strike at the time. He got fed up with me not wanting to eat cheese, or drink milk, and tried to convince me I get sick because the milk isn’t whole milk. Apparently, he thought that whole milk meant unpasteurized, so he only bought that. Then, essentially made me eat cereal, and all cheese and dairy related things for a few weeks until he got fed up with me waking up in the middle of the night to shit. Now he takes me seriously and doesn’t force me to eat cheese or milk.

The second sentence covers my dad’s disbelief in allergies. I was at my first job, and I live in the biggest national forest in the United States, and not only that, but a tiny town with mostly dirt roads on my way to work. On the way to work, the air was always humid, and Dewey, and I’d always have the common hay fever symptoms. Eventually my dad let me go to the doctors for it, where the doctors prescribed me some pills for the inflammation and snot. My dad then proceeded to argue with the doctor about hay fever and pollen allergies not being real.

My stepmom (let’s call her Betty) is horrible, and my step sis (15f) who I’ll call Jill is as well, we went to my dads lake house for the Fourth of July even tho i didn’t want to and wanted to go to my friends bbq. I’m (15 almost 16m).

Anyway it’s the fourth and my parents had a cookout with some neighbors and their kids over. I was told that i have to watch all the kids because im the oldest. I wasn’t btw there was a 17 and a few like 18/19/20ish people there but i guess they can “drink in Europe” so they were partying and im supposed to babysit all these kids i don’t know for free.

Jill has issues and im supposed to be in charge of her, and she’s harder to deal with then the little kids were. If she’s not getting enough attention she pretends to go missing and stuff like that.

So Jill goes and hides under the dock and i didn’t notice because we are the same age and i was watching the little kids in the yard. But no one noticed because the adults were partying, then she starts screaming and pretending she drowning even tho she’s holding onto the dock and one guy pulls her out and is very casual about it. Most of the adults were.

Also i know she was there for awhile because she’s usually all over me but also she was crying about how long it took me to notice she was gone and she “almost died”

But Betty went nuts on me for endangering her, even tho she was in the same yard as me but she was drinking so that’s her excuse. Ok but that’s your kid not mine. Sorry i was more focused on the kids under 10 that i was forced to watch.

Now I’m not allowed out of my room for the rest of the time here because “she could have died” and it proves my point i was only here to be a baby sitter. Sorry I’m not good at raising someone the same age as me, maybe you should try it instead of me Betty.

So I live right across the street from a very popular public pool and the streets are often packed during the summer. There’s no pool parking lot. We’ve had issues with people partially blocking our driveway in the past, to the point where we now put orange cones on either side of the driveway which significantly decreased that. But that was historically the worst of it. Then comes along Entitled Mom.

I was walking the dog and just coming back to my house when I saw this woman in a minivan driving into my driveway and parking. She got out of the car just as I walked up to my door. The conversation went kinda like this:

Me: What are you doing

EM: Parking, obviously. My kids and I are going to the pool.

Me: You can’t park in someone else’s driveway

EM: There’s no other parking around and I have a lot of stuff so I can’t go like a mile away

Me: Yeah that’s not my problem. Move your car

EM: We’ll probably only be there for like an hour, it’s not a big deal

Me: That’s not relevant, move your car. My husband is coming home in 20 minutes

EM: So?

Me: So he’s going to park in his driveway and you can’t be there when he does

EM: He can park somewhere else, I assume he doesn’t have to carry a bunch of stuff

Me: Lady if you walk away I’m calling the cops and they’ll tow your car and then you’ll have to walk a lot further

EM: Yeah right

She walked away. I called the cops. They showed up and the tow truck showed up like 30 mins after. EM returned when the car was hooked up to the truck and they were about to drive away and let’s just say she was absolutely furious and the cop had to threaten to arrest her because she was threatening to sue me. Still flabbergasted at the entitlement of some people.

Today me and my cousin went to go see toy story 5 in theaters and there was this family who came in and during the whole movie this woman laughed and talked really loudly. People told her to lower her voice but nope she kept on being loud.

i politely asked her to not be loud during the movie and she cursed at me and said rude things.

Im autistic and what she said got me really upset and I couldnt focus on the movie. We switched seats then after the movie we complained to the manager and he gave us free passes.

Im going to see it again on Monday and i hope I have a better experience this time.

This was short but it was bothersome. Every year, my family assists with the local parade and barbecue. We start with cooking in the morning and handing out free hamburgers for about 6 hours, then the parade starts in the afternoon.

I always volunteer to help out with them, and this year, I asked to help put together the hamburgers. The event is run by the local fire department, and every fireman is in uniform. If you're a volunteer and not part of the department, you can wear whatever you want, and there's no dress code at all. Pedestrians serving pedestrians, basically, except volunteers can only be family or friends of someone on the force.

I was wearing a horror themed shirt from the Terrifier movie. It had the movie title sparkled and bedazzled with gems, and a black and white silhouette of the movie's villain grinning. There's no blood or gore on it, one of my most sparkly shirts.

While I was working the hamburgers, a dad and son comes up. I can maybe estimate the son to be 10 or 11? I see them staring at my shirt while they're waiting for the patties to cook, but I ignored it to focus on what I was putting together.

Then the dad pulls his son closer and partially covers his eyes. Like, sheltering him, and his dad's response was causing him to stress out more than my clothing was. He starts telling me that my shirt was scaring the kids, and I was being unprofessional by wearing it while I was working.

I entirely ignored him and pretended he wasn't there, acting like I couldn't hear him. I was too busy and it was too hot to start something with someone in line, the line still had 150-200 people waiting behind him.

He continued to complain until the next batch of patties arrived, saying things like I was rude, reckless, hating kids for making them look, unprofessional, that I should hide or or go home and change. The kid didn't say anything, but his dad's ranting was making him look more visibly distressed.

As soon as I gave him his burger, he walked away like nothing happened. I didn't say a single word to the guy aside from a short "Here you go" while I handed it off. I'm not sure if he wanted to just start something, but we do this event every year. Hundreds of people attend and nobody has ever complained about the volunteer's street clothes before.

I'm not sure if this counts as an entitled parent or not, or if I was in the wrong, honestly? I know the smile on the shirt can be a bit creepy, but volunteers didn't have a dress code and we were giving out free food, I didn't expect someone would care that much. I guess let me know your thoughts?

Allright, so, I get home a little late, but I am 19 year old guy, what do they expect.

So, they had a stroke of genius and decided to ge me house arrest, like I dont have a social life going on, I did not a few years prior, but that is because I was not in a good place mentally.

But they, especially my mom, are really controlling, like it took me being taken in by a mental clinic for 2 and a half weeks for my mom to realize the had been too controlling, I know that they try to help me and protect me and stuff, but they treat me like I am a 12 years old and like they have the right to say what I can and can't do... I wish I could just move out, but with this economy that is impossible... And then they wonder, why the fuck do I not communicate with them anymore, well, I am just fucking done.

Edit: My mom was Joking, but I thought she was serious about the house arrest... The issue has been resolved... I am a dumbass. Thx for the support though. Also I meant grounded, not house arrest, but since those two things use the same word in the Dutch language, I made the mistake of using house arrest instead of grounding

so we are currently overseas in my fiance's home country of Brazil. we are deep in the interior where nobody and I mean nobody speaks English, my fiance and I speak Portuguese though so it's fine for us to shepherd my parents around.

we are currently a few hundred km further inland than usual sightseeing with my parents for a few days, my wedding is a week away, my fiance and I have been working long hours and saving money like crazy to pay for this wedding, this has been a stressful period of us organising everything.

my mother hasn't been eating to "slim down" for the wedding, to a ridiculous extent, after todays events I think she's probably had 4 grapes and a cup of water in the last few days, oh she's 65 btw.

so today we are out sightseeing and she collapsed, badly. she didn't hit her head but she lost consciousness and My father and I caught her and put her on the ground, she then tried to stand up 2 more times and collapsed again so an ambulance came and took her to the hospital, 2x hydration IV's later and she was totally fine like nothing ever happened.

anyway what was originally fear and concern for My mother has now turned to anger, she did this to herself by not drinking fluids or eating when we are literally in the middle of nowhere in a reasonably dangerous part of Brazil, all day they've been talking to random people on the street, walking off when my fiance and I have told them they need to stay right next to us etc then my mom puts her health at risk in an area we have no contacts, don't have a clean way to exit and is so impoverished the local hospital doesn't even have hot water.

like if she had fallen and broken something or hit her head that would have been our wedding over, also we only came to this area because my parents read something about the location online and wanted to see, anyway after she was discharged from the hospital and we are on the way home she's laughing about the whole thing and making jokes.. my fiance and I didn't find it funny.

it's extremely frustrating, i yelled at my dad today when we almost went talking to some random dude on the street who'd clearly come down from a nearby favela up the hill, he thought it was a big joke and the guy was probably alright, I yelled at him that you dont get second chances here in this country.

sitting in my hotel trying to de stress now, I just can't get over my parents not taking things seriously.

This post has nothing to do with grammar or punctuation and if you’re gonna comment on it truly don’t waste your time because I do not care.

CONTEXT:I’m 18 turning 19 in a few months

I feel guilty for wanting to move out and go no contact with my whole entire family.

My parents have not treated me the best for years it’s gotten worse recently and I just want to get myself out of this environment.

I have a boyfriend who doesn’t exactly have a great past but he’s gotten much better he’s relevant to this story because my parents blame him for me trying to move out a month ago so much so they reported me missing.

However I know my boyfriends past isn’t a problem because they go through this with me once a year or every 2 years and this is just the first time I’ve refused to leave someone because I know he isn’t the problem

I’ve always had a rough relationship with my family my moms hit me and she has a jealousy problem (she also cheated) and she’s just mentally screwing me up
My dad choked me when I was 13 because he thought I gave away the iCloud password
He kicked me out over flowers or because he was mad at me mom and whenever he’s mad at one person he blows up
My brother is 12 he’s done nothing wrong but I’m afraid if I keep contact with him my parents will try to manipulate him into hating me, force him to cut contact with me, or will try to talk to me through him
My aunt/uncle will just tell me I’m being dramatic and unreasonable and that I’m making a dangerous decision by moving in with my boyfriends but my aunt/uncle only know what my parents tell him and my parents will do anything so that I can’t move out

Am I right for feeling guilty? Should I?

For context, this has been a thing since I was a kid usually followed by the excuse of me being a ‘miricale ‘ or rainbow baby and my mom’s cancer story. And EVERYONE enables it like crazy. I could write a 400 page essay. But I’ll drop the main ones as of recent.

so I’m 18f I have a twin who is also 18f. She does not do this to my twin sister as she tends to comply to my mom’s bs. And my mom is convinced becuase she gave birth to me she owns me And thus dictates my life and who I can date what I can look like ect. I’ll be listing off instances For ref.

- Since I was a kid I haven’t been very open to touch especially when it comes to hair, skin to skin, ect. My dad (love this guy) has always been respectful about it him and my nana (who partially raised me) were about the only people who would ask before brushing my hair or touching me. now this was a insult to my mother, I had long hair, she gave me a fuck ass bob and made me dye my little patches of white for my first day is kindergarten out of spite becuase I didn’t let her flat iron my hair. Also when she tried to touch me (this still applies) and u avoided her or said no she’d get all mad and start throwing a toddler fit (stomping feet and all) and fake wail until I caved, or she’d guilt me with the fact I should be impossible and I owe her.

-Body checking. This started in my teen years and kinds follows into the previous one. While yes for awhile it was understandable she would have me remove my shirt or long sleeves as I was drawling the red on myself. HOWEVER I’ve been clean for 7 years now. And she still does this, and now it’s to ‘purity fheck’ where I remove my bra and panties for ‘inspection’ where she looks at my downstairs and makes fun of me for it becuase Its ‘ugly’ or ‘deformed’ then tells me that im am lying about not Shaboinking. (Mind you I’m very touch avoidant). Becuase she can tell and she knows all.

-bigger problem as of recently I have an ex. I dint like this ex he wanted to unprotected shaboink becuase him brain was p🌽 rotted at 16. I said no and he locked me in the car with him. That was a whole thing, WE DO NOT LIKE THIS MAN. however I have a new boyfriend he’s sweet and I adore him, yes he talks funny and cooks weird meals sometimes but i would marry him, my dad adores him. (So you know he is a keeper) but this is a use for my mom becuase she wants me with my ex becuase my ex was ‘more attractive’ and is bestiesnwith my sister (it’s weird I don’t like it think) and she invites him to things or tries to get him to go out with me or drops me off at a place he’s at or makes me talk to him. ITS WEIRD FOR BOTH IF US. Like NO this ex doesn’t need to come to my house to do some chore I’ve been doing on the farm since I was 14! I know how to fix a fence and basic maintenance a car I dint need that freak to do it,

-I’m going to a college 4 minutes from the house, I’m not complying it’s free and saves me money, however this college has multiple campuses and while I can take all my 1st semester classes at the nearby campus I have to take my 2nd semester classes in the campus the next town over, I’ve been driving there since I was a kid. However my mom does not like that and threw a fit threatening to pull me out of college if I took any classes next town over and has even grounded me from driving To said town so I can’t be ‘familiar’. aka I can only be at home where she can watch me.

-she gets angry I don’t shave everyday especially the bush becuase I have no need, she tried to shave it for me while I was showering, actually she’ll watch me shower and then say ‘it’s payback from when you were young and didn’t leave me alone to shower. IM 18 ITS WEIRD. and last time I locked the bathroom door she busted it down.

-she throws fits randomly now that I’m 18, and she’ll ground me from my things I BOUGHT with MY MONEY in MY BANK ACCOUNT, (she’s grounded me from my own bank account/taken my debit and credit cards). Tried to sell the guitars I PAID FOR. Becuase I wanted To go out with friends or said no to unwanted advances,

-shes also worked at every school I’ve gone to within the district like elementary, middle, jr high, and high school and would interrorate random kids if I ate my lunches and then have kids tell her if I threw anything away, or she’d even stand behind me while I ate yes even in high school she did this. It was weird and was a reason I didn’t have many friends,

-fills out all legal documents and forges my signature becuase I’m apparently too stupid to fill out medical paperwork or anything at all. she also withholds my social security card from me and threatens to shred it if i do anything wrong (I could go into punishments with an essay). I had to get my dad to steal it so I could sign up from college.

-she dictates how I dress and buys me $lutty clothes (basically lingerie and stripper wear) and gets mad when I won’t wear a Jong and what’s essentially a bra with sleeves and calls me a whore if I wear a tighter fitting turtleneck With nice pants.

-not allowed to have Any adult responsibilities or obligations becuase I’m too ‘immature’

-brings up how I WILL have atleast 2 kids when I’m married (not if I want kids but I have to) and if I correct her she gets all pissy and talks about how I’ll be unfulfilled and how I should off myself if I’m not having kids becuase she didn’t have me and go through yada yada for me not to.

-forbidden to partake in ‘male hobbies/activities’ ya so no woodworking, steam, car stuff, (everything in good at besides crocheting and sewing pretty much)

-calls me a woke liberal many times for expressing to doctors that I am not meltally well and if my main doctor (who known me since I was a kid) asks me anything about sleep complications, nausea, headaches, or mental health or asks my oermission to run tests becuase I’m an adult and can consent for myself. My mom will scream at us both and say no becuase ‘she pays’ and she has to be in the room Or she’ll throw a Karen fit. And she has to awnser everything for me and make up lies that I’m just ‘secretly sexually active’ or ‘just lazy’ or ‘faking for attention’ and it pmo

-OH ON TNE TOPIC IF SEXUALLY ACTIVE! (If you’re squeamish to 🍇 I’d look away but I’m not gonna get to detailed) yes I have deformities down in the chattahoochee, thus no I can’t wear tampons without pain or discomfort, I wear pads. My mom doesn’t like that becuase that’s in invent to her and I need to ‘grow up’ so I was in the bathroom making a pad out of to becuase she wouldnt buy em, when she decides I’m taking to long. Crawls UNDER the stall door to me and proceeds to forcefully insert one while restraining me and holding my mouth shut. And when I confronted her about it she brought up how she owns me becuase she gave birth to me. (She also told everyone while I was sobbing on the toilet to jot belive me becuase im out of it from the sun)

-she uses me as leverage aginst my dad a lot especially when I was younger whenever he brought up divorce (before cancer 2.0) she would threaten to turn him in for some stuff he did in his 20’ (he alreayd served time that isn’t was deterred him) but allegedly she has some blackmail to prove he wasn’t fit to be a father, (she had recorded him yelling at her during a argument). I don’t think it would’ve mattered to be honest given I have some bald spots from where she used to pull me out if the house by my hair because I couldn’t eat dinner becuase the texture was diabolical.

-has had me around creepy old guys and if I expressed discomfort I was reprimanded becuase it ‘looked poorly on her’ and I should respect my elders more. Sorry I dint want the expired version of the off brand joker touching me.

away from the negativity and like maybe off topic but I don’t want end this post on the bad note becuase yes my mom is insane and mentally ill and probabky would be a terrorist if chance came around.

my dad despite some of his misguided decisions and mistakes I’d actually a great guy, he’s always tried to help me a lot working through many of my issues I have (even if I was a absolute nightmare some days) he’d never get mad or yell or hit m (he’s anti violence unless nessacarry) and yes my mom tries to isolate him as much as she does me. But his friends Are all awesome and cool and to be honest as much parents to me as he is. And just so you know how cool this guy is many times he had taken in either a realitive, friend of mine, or even a stranger who was struggling to give them a place to stay and recoups as long as they needed. And always provided the best help (many of those people are like my siblings) and recently he’s been working on finding me and my boyfriend a place to stay (whether being buying a cheap house or aparment for us to stay in) becuase both of our moms are psycho.

but ya no I’m 18 and as of currently my mom allegedly owns me and my body and can do as she likes, and if I had video and photo proof (it’s prolly out there in her texts) I’d 100% GET A RESTRAINING ORDER (I will once I move out)

This is one of the craziest things I’ve ever read and needed to share, cause wtf:

https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/s/ZrQzegh0kw

So the story is:

MIL is going through health issues. She finally decides at the age of 69 to start preparing for death. She knows here 40M child is already on top of this whole thing and well ahead of the game. He owns a four-person burial plot with his 37F wife.

So what does mom do? She has the audacity to ask her son for a spot in HIS burial plot at the expense of HER DAUGHTER-IN-LAW!

According to OOP (who is mom’s adult daughter), her mom literally said that her DIL can give up her spot in the plot and “go be with her own family”

Literally crazy behavior. I honestly don’t know what to do with this one lol. It needs to be shared on this sub. I see cross posting isn’t allowed so hope this is ok

I’m that one kid who yapped about the sandalwood face mask

so anyway my mom wants me to wear shorts. I always would wear shorts in the summer because I run hot. When we went to India we bought some long pajama pants (that aren’t fluffy by the way) and I also had spent 90% of summer wearing leggings and long pants and stuff. Mom noticed this and told me not to wear longer clothes. She ostracized me on wearing a longer dress during 8th grade graduation (because that’s something my school does, lmk if yours does too) compared to other girls wearing shorter dresses. it makes me feel fat and it makes me look bad. it shows my hairy legs and i dont like my fat legs the longer dress i felt so much better in. Even my teacher liked my fit, she complimented me when she hadn’t for most of the other girls. She knows I’m different now. I told her I just want to keep the pants on when she told me to change into shorts and she told me she’ll never let me wear longer pants again until winter. I kept yelling - while she stayed composed, I yelled because I can’t stay composed and the yelling’s what made me cry and I kept telling her I don’t want to and kept asking her why she cares this much and kept telling her this is control and other things and her only defense against all of it was “I don’t want you to wear long pants. I don’t want you to grow up like an old woman. You’re a child!” I am 14. I can think for myself. When she threatened to throw them out, I said she could and went downstairs to change and yeah. i hate how this looks When I came back up, I tried maintaining distance but she got to me anyway. She hugged me and told me to never cover up my beautiful body and that she loved me. She told me this so many times. and I can’t ever admit that the only reason i hide is because of the damn body because i hate when she’s right I get that you care about me and genuinely loved me and don’t want me to “retrieve into my shell” but I just think this is the wrong way to show it. I don’t know what to do. Wearing long pants isn’t just about the insecurity anymore. I feel safe and comfortable in longer pants. When I wear shorts, women’s and girls’ shorts (despite us being minors) in general are usually way too small to function properly so whenever I walk they literally just become underwear because those damn thighs i have never once seen a woman or girl in my life whose had this same problem and even when i sit they become underwear and i hate wearing that in school besides not a single dark haired girl in school has hair on their body and they so tight holy but then again this whole thing was about pajama pants, not outside pants. Pajama shorts are ok. But still. I don’t know what to do. I know you care about me and want me to see my “true beauty” or whatever but the thing I want most is to be able to look at myself in the mirror, not for others to be able to look at me, something I realized in the shower a few months back as a particularly deep “shower thought.” I don’t know how you’d help with that mom but rn it’s not doing much. Sorry guys I needed to vent but yup

Here in my country when your parents raised and give you education they treat it like an investment so when the child grows up they can say "We give you everything so you will give us your everything"

And that child is me. I started working and they demanded to give them my most of the salary and I should shoulder the bills too. Their mouth always want a house, vehicle or something they demand me to give those too.

When we fight they always says "When your sister got a job, she will raise us from poverty". I worked for everything and they always keep babling that words to me.

Am i really obligated to give everything to them because they raised me? I'm tired of this life already, this cycle and this family.

So a few years ago like I think 2021-2022 my family and I went to buy some stuff at a Sam's Club, it went alright, a bit overpriced but that's not the point, when we were coming out of the store we were talking and a kid runs into my brother (M18) and he almost tripped and fell, he calmly tells the kid to watch out and keeps walking with us, suddenly he stops when he heard a man say "hey stupid, you don't have the right to talk that way to my son" and walks up to him, my brother who is a bit more patient than me, tells the man that he wasn't even rude to the kid and that he had to keep his child close to him, the man got angry and escalated the situation a bit more as he started to shove my brother, he looked like he was almost hitting 45 and picking fights with an 18 year old, my brother was getting pissed as he was trying to de-escalate the situation but was still being pushed, he almost punched the man but I got between the two of them, when I did that the man just gave us a mean look and threw some slurs and just left with his kid, back then I was M15 but I still looked quite big, my brother just called the man a bitch as we left.

Hi everyone,

I am a 21F (basically, I turn 21 on Monday!!) dating a super kind and patient 23M bf, and we’ve been dating for two years. With everything I am about to say, keep in mind that I have Roman Catholic, Filipino parents.

I truly believe that the man I am with, is going to be the one I grow old with. We have navigated through every problem with communication, and he has so much patience with me and treats me with so much respect. Unfortunately, my parents don’t see it that way.

Around four months into our relationship, I lost my virginity. The reason why my parents found out was because they went through my messages on my computer, and looked through my bag. I had taken a morning pill (we were 100% protected, but I was freaked out and bought one because it was my first time). And ever since they found out I was sexually active, it’s been rough.

Yesterday, I took a power nap before my shift started. My phone was next to me, playing ASMR through Spotify. I change my password every week. I’m not sure how, but my mom got into my phone and went through my messages. Being the young adult I am going through ovulation, there were some spicy texts, but nothing even bad. I was stating how I miss his presence, his chest, his back and lips and stuff like that, which to he responded “do you wanna fuck” as a joke because he could probably tell that I am ovulating lol. It wasn’t even anything remotely bad in my opinion. My mom screenshotted the message and sent it to herself from my phone, and it went downhill from there.

She states that she’s sorry that I am dating a lustful man. “I'm so sorry you fell to someone whose parents broke the covenant and a tactical maniac who made you believe that loving back is to sin and sinning is nothing but a piece of his satisfaction and that to lie to parents is a beautiful trophy. Im so sorry if this is your happiness .” (Copy and pasted from text lol).

Shes threatening to get his parents involved, go to their house and talk to him about it. While I do understand why she’s upset seeing her daughter talking about that stuff, I am the one who’s mostly enabling these kind of conversations with my boyfriend. Isn’t it normal to be doing these things as a young adult?

Mind you, my mother was on the verge of cheating on my dad. She even showed me her dating profile. Isn’t that worse? My mom doesn’t like it when I date black people because she doesn’t want to “taint the bloodline”, she doesn’t like it when I date a woman because it’s against the Bible, and now she has a problem with my relationship. Nothing I do will ever make her happy.

I asked my boyfriend if he’s willing to put up with the hate from my parents the rest of our lives, and he said he can take it. I really want this relationship to work, I don’t think I’ll be able to find another man like him with the way he treats me with so much patience, never yells at me and makes me feel protected.

I’m just so lost on what to do. If you look at my previous posts, I really want to work as a nurse in the military. I’m really just debating on enlisting now to get away from my family life. It’s too much on me. I don’t have the funds of luxury to move out, as I am paying for my family’s phone bills (400+ monthly…) and saving up for my tuition. I’ve just been working everyday, having days where I work 17+ hrs a day just so I’m not home that often. I don’t know how to make them happy anymore. How would you guys cope with this situation?

So a little bit ago i posted about my father asking for money to fix his car (well less asking more taking), he tried to but broke the car even more and asked me to pay for more repairs on it. I barely use the car and he owns it.

Around monday-ish my dad went into the hospital, he had suddenly been in excruciating pain and could barely do anything. I got the call, he went to the hospital and like usual I walked home late at night. Felt kind of relaxing being in a space without him or my mom. Next day he comes home saying the doctors couldnt find anything wrong, strange but I accepted it. Hoping he would finally drop the conversation about car and money, as I wanted to.

Today I wake up for work, normal day, shower, get dressed, brush teeth, coworker was picking me up today. Then I walk out of the bathroom and he starts talking about the car and how much it will cost to fix what he broke. (Apparently it was a faulty alternator that overvolted everything, blew out the headlights and fucked up the CPU), I nicely told him not now, he continued the convo with how much it was going to cost (600) and I finally sat my foot down about it

I told him I wasted 1k total on a car I dont own and barely use, told him I would give him the 600 but that was it after today. He lost it for a moment and told me that I was bad son for not wanting to help out the family, told me if it was going to be that way I could find somewhere else to be (mind you my name is on the lease and I pay for rent, internet, and some supplies here or there). Told him I loved him and it wasnt like I didnt want to help out the family, didnt want to end it on bad terms. But now I will be looking for my own space. (Of course still paying the rent and internet of where I currently live).

Im fully expecting him to do something irrational, but for now everything seems at peace? I will have to see when I get home.

Hello everyone,

So I am 21F, I recently graduated university where I did a lot of dumb stuff, one of those was developing a nicotine addiction.

Well, I lived away from my parents and when I moved back in I got caught because my vape fell out my pocket in front of them. They got upset, screamed, grounded me, the whole lot.

Well I would excuse this behaviour under normal circumstances, however both my parents smoke. My dad in particular chain smoking since he was 13.

This was actually so shocking to me, especially when I realised that they were serious about me not leaving the house, never being allowed to see my friends again and never being allowed to contact anyone. Kinda crazy, I tried calling them out saying they do it themselves but they did not care. Like I did expect to be scolded maybe, but all of this? never in a million years. So I'm basically prisoner for following in my parents' footsteps.

edit: Thank you for the replies, I should have probably mentioned I come from a culture where it's extremely looked down upon to move out before marriage, it's to the point where my parents would go no contact with me, which tbh may not be that bad. But I am also lowkey way too broke to leave like that anyways. So, my only real option is to get a job, save, do a master's, and escape through that route.

I should also say, I am not proud of my addiction and I genuinely was mentally ready to quit, and had started the process of quitting. It was just unfortunate timing that they found out when they did.

I just made this post to just show you guys how insane this situation is, help me process it and get over it.

Disclaimer/Quick Summary: This post is a continuation of a situation I posted about previously, but I'm making it a separate post because it's a new situation and I'd like advice specifically on this part.

For anyone who hasn't seen my previous post, here's the short version:

I'm 15 and have been dating my boyfriend since April. A little while ago, my parents found out that we shared our first kiss. They were extremely upset, grounded me for two weeks, took away my phone, put strict limits on my phone, and told me my boyfriend and I would never be alone together again. They also accused us of sneaking around, said I had shattered their trust, and warned me not to be "inappropriate" with him again. To make things even more confusing, they had never actually told me kissing was against their rules before any of this happened.

I also added this update to my original post, but I wanted to make a separate post because what happened next is a different situation that I'd like opinions on.

The day after I got my phone back, my family invited my boyfriend to go swimming at our community pool.

Now, I thought this was odd considering I had just been ungrounded. But I figured maybe things are getting better.

I was told I would be swimming with my boyfriend. What I was not told was that my entire family would also be attending... along with two of my friends.

At the beginning, it was just me, my boyfriend, and my sister in the pool. Then my mom came over and stood near us for a while. A little later, my cousins arrived.

After that, every time my boyfriend and I were talking, it felt like my mom kept drifting closer to our area of the pool or watching us from nearby. Whether she intended it that way or not, I definitely felt like I was under surveillance.

Then my two friends arrived and the first thing they said was, "Why is your whole family here?"

To which I replied, "I honestly have no idea." Because I didn't.

Eventually my mom, my godmother, and my aunt all got into the pool too. Whenever they ended up close to us, we naturally moved somewhere else just to have a normal conversation.

At one point, one of my friends mentioned that she's bi. Since my family has very traditional views, I quietly suggested we move farther away because I was worried that if they overheard, my parents might not let me hang out with her anymore.

Even after we got out of the pool, I still felt like my mom was keeping a close eye on us.

On the ride home, my dad (who is admittedly the more relaxed parent) drove my boyfriend home.

Today, however, I learned something from my sister.

Apparently, the reason my entire family was invited to the pool in the first place was to make sure my boyfriend and I "acted appropriately."

To make matters even better, right before I left to meet him, my mom told me: "Now don't be inappropriate with him like last time."

For context, "last time" was... my first kiss. JUST A KISS

So I (19f) am living with my parents. They opened a bakery in our town a little over a year ago and of course expected me to help out. I make 90% of the bakery and food that is sold and also fill in on days that other employees took off with little to no pay. At most, I am paid for 1 day out of the 7 days I work a week. When the bakery first opened, I was making nothing at all.

Whenever I talk about moving out and not working for her anymore, my mom immediately tells me that they are going to go bankrupt without me there because she can't pay someone to do what I do. She guilt tripped my sister before she moved away as well. My mom thought she could count on my sister to work during the summer so that she wouldn't have to hire and pay another person. My sister had to tell her no, she's not moving back home at least 10 times before she moved and even now, almost 2 months later, my mom is still telling her she should come back (not because she misses her, but because she needs help with the business).

I also constantly clean up after my parents and get told I'm "getting to be so mean and selfish" because I refuse to warm up food for them anymore. And I literally mean taking food from the fridge, putting it on a plate, and microwaving it. I used to make full meals and dessert for them everyday after school but stopped after years of barely any gratitude. They also don't even rinse off their own plates, let alone wash them or put them in the dishwasher so I do that too.

I know running a business can be a lot, but expecting your kid to work for over a year for no pay is ridiculous. My mom also expects me to work for *another* year because then the bakery will get so popular and we can sell it and make so much money (her words).

I'm not sure this is the right sub for this kind of thing because I feel like my parents could fit into a lot of different subs but hopefully it's fine that I wrote it here.

I’m 14F, living in America in a desi household, currently not diagnosed with anything but I still don’t feel quite normal compared to society. My parents don’t hit me, but mom yells at me a lot, but maybe I deserve it. I am freer in the household than most Indian kids I know, yet (apparently) not as smart as them, and I can never forget that (it’s always just “5 other Indian girls…” like stfu mom). Please let me know if I’m overreacting or if my feelings are valid.

So this evening, I have just come back from taekwondo and took a shower. I have a very small cold (nose is slimy) but for whatever reason my body feels tender. My period is not coming in the very near future. Mom wants me to apply a sandalwood facial mask on my face. I said no.

Mom started telling me “it’ll be good for your skin” and “you should be wanting it, I shouldn’t be forcing you.” I kept saying no. Mom yelled at me. I told her it’d do nothing for my skin, she wants to put it on anyway.

Usually whenever I don’t want to do something, apparently I have to think about the rest of my family (which is why if I refuse to do anything my mom really wants to do, I immediately get reminded of the amount of times I have gotten Starbucks or dunkin, and the fact that I have a costly piano but don’t really wanna play it, and that I spend a lot of time on my phone doing bs (and I can confirm it’s just bs that I do)). So I kept yelling “How is this affecting YOU?” Mom was like “‘How is this affecting me?’ YOU SHPULD LISTEN TO ME!” or smth. I yelled “WHAT KIND KF TWISTED CONTROL IS THIS?” Mom yelled “Go tie your hair. I will put it on.” I kept yelling “I don’t want to!” Mom was like “I DONT CARE! I WILL BE PUTTING IT ON YOU ANYWAY!” After a lot of this I finally went down to my room to change (“my room” being the guest room because it’s a lot cooler down there (and I just run hotter) and there is so much space and there’s a king bed. Another example of how my family sacrifice for me even though I apparently don’t care about them (which sometimes I truly don’t - and yes, that is a disgusting trait)).

I had started sobbing when I had gotten into my room. Not the small sniffles and the tears I usually cry right before my period for whatever reason, but quiet sobs. I hated crying. I was the older sister in my family, with the youngest being my 8 year old brother, and I had hoped the evidence of my crying couldn’t be seen when I got upstairs again. The whole time I could hear mom’s voice yelling bad shit about me (I didn’t want to tune in at that point, I was too tired of it) and sobbed a little more before changing into expendable clothes and getting the sandalwood pack on me.

When I went upstairs, mom was being loving to me again, making me laugh even though I didn’t want to. When I had cried, she teased me about it. My brother stared. And I am weak - I should not be crying about this. Case in point, I had gotten the facemask on and off without any real problems.

Why is this an issue? Because when I came back from India a few months ago (I went for a trip to visit family), I had had a bunch of lotions and perfumes and shit. Mom had come down one day and told me I should move it away from the table next to the bed and onto the dresser, where a mirror was. I said no, profusely yelled it, and mom had called me impossible and crazy, even though she was yelling too. When she left, threatening to move me back upstairs to my smaller room (my real room), I had sobbed before getting a desperate urge to s/h or rid the world of myself (I couldn’t do either, I don’t got no resources). Now many times things like this happen to me I get that urge again, only to never be able to complete it and then calling myself a weak bitch because all I do is cry and never woman up. The next day I had asked again, and the same thing happened until mom lent. A few days later, it was already becoming a subject of mom’s “sacrifices.” for me.

I won’t call this trauma. There are many parents who hit their kids, truly verbally abuse them for no reason, and do other unmentionable things to their children. I am not growing up in that kind of family - I am privileged. I just wanted to vent. One thing though - if you think I was bitchy for yelling “no” to something so little, then think about it: why couldn’t mom had stopped yelling at me for something just that little?

Thank you for reading this. I am not asking for help because I don’t need it. I don’t want pity and I don’t want white lies telling me it’s “not my fault” and/or “your mom is the bad one here.” If I don’t deserve to be supported, then don’t support me at all (just be kind about it if you don’t). If you do support me, then thank you. If you don’t care either way, you don’t have to comment or upvote at all. This is only on this sub because I am not sure where else to put it where there aren’t entitled toxicly masculine teen boys on it as well.

Thank you again for hearing me out. I’ve only vented once before in r/hetalia a while back and it wasn’t that deep of a topic, and I am not very good at expressing emotions anyway, so yeah. Thank you.

By the way I am currently just peachy (in all seriousness, I am. Sadness hits hard but usually stays with me almost never)