A world where ordinary rules go out the window and entitlement takes center stage. Picture this: parents on a quest for the impossible, demanding the moon, the stars, and everything in between for their precious little ones. Get ready to be amazed and bewildered as you uncover jaw-dropping stories of entitled parents and their outlandish behavior.
I have two wonderful nephews who are too young to earn their own money, so I take them shopping prior to Mother’s Day and Father’s Day so they can buy their parents something for the special day. A couple of years back my sister divorced her husband for a multitude of reasons that I won’t go into here. This past Mother’s Day I did my tradition and went shopping with the kids. When my now ex-brother-in-law sent me a suggestion for Father’s Day what he would like, I let him know I’m not shopping for him this year since he was the one who left my sister to raise the kids. He only sees them for holidays. Understandably he feels that the kids should still celebrate Father’s Day and that’s okay, but I’m not going to spend my money on him. I told him he should take his kids shopping for Father’s Day instead but it would be his money for his own gift.
Mother-in-law says she deserves to know when we start trying for a baby.
Oh boy. You already know. I’m 23f, my husband is 27m
She said “I deserve to know when you’re going to start trying to have kids. I don’t need all the gory details, but I do think I deserve to know the truth and have a heads up.”
When I was explaining (way too nicely) how that was too much information and that we would want to wait to announce in case I had a loss or something, she then went on a rant about how I’m “disgusting”. All she wanted when she had a loss was to go cry to her mom and tell her everything. So for me to want to keep her grandbaby a secret, despite all the support she would give me because she just wants to help, is “absolutely disgusting”.
All of this occurred on a phone call when my husband and I were announcing that we had just bought our first home, and instead of a normal “congratulations”, we got roasted with insults. We’re disrespectful, how selfish of us to not include them in our home-buying process, we need to humble ourselves and ask them for help because they’ve bought a house before and we haven’t, they’re so hurt and we’re moving a few hours away so we’re taking away the kind of grandparents they wanna be. On. And on. And ooooon about how our actions affect their lives and we need to share what’s going on in our lives and not be so secretive.
Oh yeah, and WE are the entitled ones apparently. For living our own lives and not wanting their opinions. Not sure how that works.
I work at a grocery store part-time over the summer and recently a middle-aged woman and a very hyper 4-year-old girl walk into the store. She spots me and walks over to the customer service desk which I happen to reside by. I didn’t notice her at first, so she decided to snap in my face. I was surprised but I put on my nicest face and asked her what she needed help with. She says in a high-pitched mother voice, “Hi, my little angel here gets quite excited when we go grocery shopping. Do you mind watching her for a bit”? she asks. I was surprised at this because no one has ever asked me this before. I replied with, “Um no. I’m sorry but I cannot fulfill this duty as it is not my job. I’m happy to help with anything else”. And she looks at me and says, “Well it is your job. You work here”. I nod and explained to her what my job includes and how babysitting isn’t any of that. She gets angry with me and asks for a manager. I find my manager and he tries very hard not to laugh. He explains that I cannot fulfill what she wants me to do. She then says, “Well you’ve lost a customer.” and then storms away. Honestly, it made my day.
So I’m 20F. I am a dog groomer. Been one for 4 almost 5 years. The big thing in dog grooming is reputation, quality, and time management. Yesterday we were expecting a girl to come in at 10 to try out as a dog groomer. She was promising. 23 or 25 years old. Worked as a dog groomer at other places. She didn’t show up till 4:30. No call. No nothing. She apparently had a hair appointment and friends from out of town came in so they got their nails done. She asked if she could groom now. I said no. I don’t think so. When she pressed I said and I might be a jerk for saying this “We don’t want or need you. There’s no need to reschedule your tryout.” I went back to get my last two dogs done. Apparently, she cried and I was starting to feel bad.
Now EM time. Her mom came in this morning demanding we give her a second chance. I told her “Your daughter was 6 and a half hours late. That’s not something that works in dog grooming”. EM replied, “She was with friends. I’d think someone your age would understand that.”
Me “Not when there’s a job interview. She didn’t call or anything.” At this point, I was ticked and over it. I have five dogs to get done. She said,” Well there was no reason to make her cry!” I said I disagree and got back to work. Apparently, she stayed up there and demanded we give her another shot. As a head dog groomer, I said not gonna happen. She left eventually saying her daughter was too good for us.
My parents are constantly trying to guilt me into having kids. My husband and I have told them several times that at this point in our lives, we don’t want kids and are happy without them. We are both very successful in our careers and involved in our community and my parents don’t seem to understand how hurtful it is to act like we aren’t good enough unless we have kids when we have worked so hard to get what we have. They went as far as to say they have decided to downsize their home because “there is no point in living in a big house if they don’t have grandkids” implying it is my fault that they will be leaving my childhood home. Almost every conversation I have with them goes back to “When are you having kids?”. I am so fed up!
I attended an adult-only wedding for a co-worker a few days ago. The actual ceremony was in a very small church so it was mostly family and close friends but the reception was for roughly 250 people. The reception was at a very elegant hotel ballroom. Not child friendly in any way. Crystal stemware, expensive linens on the table etc.
About 1/2 hour into the reception a commotion started that made everyone stare. Entitle Mother (EM) is arguing with the wedding planner loudly.
Me being the nosy broad that I am inched closer to hear. Turns out EM brought her 4 young children to the reception even though the invitations clearly stated Adults Only. The EM insisted that her kids (I’m guessing at ages but the oldest one looked 8ish and the youngest was under a year old) were super well behaved so it was fine. Now keep in mind this was around 7:30 pm
Wedding Planner was having none of it. She insisted that children were not allowed and she had to leave. In a last-ditch effort to get admitted, EM shouted at the bride.
The bride went over and listened to her for a moment and then said in a syrupy sweet voice “Of course you can come in EM, but your children cannot” She turned on her heel and went back to her new husband. EM flipped a nut, yelling about how she was invited, couldn’t find a babysitter etc. 3 of the groomsmen escorted her and her kids to the door
So back in high school one of my closest friends got pregnant and gave birth to the sweetest baby boy. She stopped going to school for a while to take care of her kid but still did online school so she could graduate with her class. One thing we would do is go to one of the local food places near the high school on Fridays and today we decided to go to this nice Chinese place that I frequent regularly and the little old Asian lady knows me by name. This Chinese place has a sticker on the front door that says something like “breastfeeding will always be allowed” which is great since that’s what my friend is more comfortable doing for her baby.
After we ordered our food and hung out in this little waiting area when the baby gets all fussy. She takes out the little cover and covers her baby and her chest as she starts to feed him. We keep talking until this woman and her son who had to be around 10 comes in. I recognize the kid as one of the kids I looked after when I use to volunteer at a youth center. He comes up to me and starts talking to me and then asks my friend what she’s doing with the baby.
Before my friend could answer the boy’s mother cuts in. “A disgusting thing is what she’s doing. Don’t you know better than to do that in public? And why are you even doing that if you’re only a kid.” My friend has an attitude sometimes so I try to jump in before she would start to throw things. “It’s not illegal. And Mrs L is fine with it. She has a sticker on the door.”
Mrs L being the little old Asian lady by the counter who was just googling the baby a second ago. She smiles at us and continues to write some stuff down. The mother wasn’t happy about this and continues with her BS.
“I’m sorry but I’m just not ok with a baby breastfeeding another baby. Can you please just stop?” She says in frustration. Mrs. L finally cuts in and in her broken English, she says “Nursing baby is a beautiful thing. You have problem, you leave.” She then taps the order on the window that leads to the kitchen and apologizes to my friend for the woman’s nasty behavior. She then looks at the boy who is still next to me and says jokingly. “You’re mother, she dummy right?”
This makes the boy laugh and the mother just grumbles in her seat trying to stay as far from us as she could. When my friend finished and we grabbed our food mrs. L threw in an extra order of eggs rolled since they were my friend’s favorite. Everything was fine until Monday came and I saw the boy again. He pulls me off to the side and tells me that his mom said she doesn’t like me or my friend. I just ask him if he still likes me and he says yes. Yay
My daughter just graduated high school, 2nd in her class, headed to a top-notch university and beautiful too (she looks just like me so I’m a bit biased). Here comes the entitled part, my parents.
My daughter was born 18 years ago as my son. She is not my son today, she is my daughter. Period. She worked her a** off and deserved to be celebrated at her graduation and every day. She was introduced with her chosen name and not her dead name, her diploma is also in HER name.
Here’s the entitled part- my parents expected me to disown my daughter because of their transphobic beliefs. You see, I’m a huge POS in their eyes because I chose my daughter over my parents. My entitled parents, who didn’t raise me, expected me to be more important than my child. They refused to attend graduation, their loss, her speech was amazing, and are now posting fabulous religious FB posts about burning in h*ll.
I’m a proud POS and will always choose my child.
So once, after a long chemo session in the hospital, I took the bus home. There’s only 1 bus that goes from the hospital to where I live, so I took that one only to see it was absolutely packed. I felt like sh*t thanks to the chemo, so I asked a middle-aged dude to let me sit. He was very understanding and gave me his spot without complaining (if you’re reading this, thanks bro). 2 stops later, enter EM, a lovely whale with an “I demand a parley with the CEO” haircut and a 12-some-year-old kid. It took her roughly 5 seconds to see the bus was packed, start looking for a free seat, spots me and start marching (or, in her case, trying to fit in the aisle between the seats while shoving others aside) to me.
When I saw her, I knew I was screwed. She then stood next to me and decided to talk to me. This is the conversation that followed:
Entitled Mother: Hey, could you let my kid sit down?
Me: You mean me?
EM: Who else?
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m on my way from the hospital and-
EM: (cutting me off) My boy just broke his leg and we’re coming straight from the ER (her kid was standing next to her, without any support, clearly embarrassed)
Me: He’s standing next to you completely fine
EM: Look here, BOY (I am 21 YO), my kid DESERVES to sit down
Me: Look madam, I’m sorry, but I just got back from a chemo session in the hospital and I need to sit down and rest (I then moved my wig a bit to let her see my bald head)
-EM then straight up started yelling in my face-
EM: STOP MAKING EXCUSES AND GET OFF THE F*CKING SEAT YOU SKINHEAD PIECE OF S**T!!!
-At this point, I was baffled. I didn’t know what to say, the kid was trying to make his mother stop and we had the attention of the whole bus. She then grabbed me and tried to yank me from my seat. I held on tight and thankfully didn’t fall off.
The old gentleman then pulled out a badge and told her to stay where she was. Then he pulled out his phone, called someone and told her she was being arrested. In the end, EM got some jail time (I think it was a few months) and some community service. I, in return, got a good story to tell and the sweet taste of instant karma.
I’m a (22 f) and a middle child, I recently got upset with my parents because they wouldn’t let me choose my career path, which is really frustrating, and after my father talked down to me for not wanting the job they chose for me, my mother called me to know the details and she kept telling me if I didn’t obey them ill end up with no future and just become a maid to clean for them, after that, I left the room with no reaction and stopped talking to both of them. now my mother refuses to even look my way, address me while talking or even apologize. I’m really upset because whenever I have any kind of emotion she demolishes it and claims it as her own not to mention she even compares between how bad her life is compared to mine.
I’m tired, the jealousy I feel whenever I see a mother understanding her daughter or being nice to her is unbearable… I’m never disrespectful to her and I stayed quiet because I’m trying to deal with my emotions like a grown-up without hurting anyone, why are mothers cruel?
My fiancee and I have been together for 8 years and engaged for 3. I was doing my PhD program and was juggling planning the wedding. My fiancee took much of that work, but it was perfect because our dream venue was booked till after my graduation. So what we did is book our dream venue 3 years in advance. It is really a beautiful venue. The only slot we got was in September of this year. My sister got engaged a few months ago to her fiancee. They were planning on having a spring wedding next year. They had no venue lined up but had a few vendors lined up as well as a set date.
Yesterday our parents invited us and our SO\`s to a family bbq, where my sister announced to our extended family, that she is expecting. Everyone was so happy for her and my BIL ( who is a great guy). My Nan asked my sister if the wedding was still on the set date or if they were going to wait, because of the baby She said no and that she hoped to move it to September.NBD. We don’t have many out-of-town guests so they could attend both weddings with no problem. Nan was happy and asked my sister if she needed help planning such a short-notice wedding.
My sister then turns around and said “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I was really really hoping we could kinda like take your venue. I really can not stress myself too much with planning a wedding while going to maternity classes. And I think it is so beautiful! It would really mean a lot to me”.
It went silent. But everyone was looking at me expecting me to say
“yes of course everything for my little sister !”. My BIL looked very uncomfortable and told her that they had talked about this and that it was not okay to put me on the spot. But my sister just said ” *Don’t be like that! My sister wants to do what’s best for me so it’s no big deal right?”*I just said “Well it kind of is. I don’t know . I have my heart really set on the venue“Cue the crying. She stormed off. Nan told me that I was being selfish because she needed the venue more than I did.
I tried to defend myself and my mother said “You waited 3 years. Would it have killed you to wait a few more months? When has your sister ever asked you for something?“A few comments later my fiance got really mad and we left. My sister called me crying and said that it was unfair that I always get what I want and that i could have done this one thing for her. Dad said it is just a venue and what matters is the person who you are marrying. He is kind of right… but we have been planning for so long.
My fiance is furious with my family and doesn’t even want my sister to come. Now my family is threatening not to come because I am being selfish and my sister needs it more than me because having a baby is too stressful.
My parents had a strict clean-shave policy when I was growing up but now I am an adult and now lives on my own. I had grown a kind of long French beard during the Covid lockdown and was visiting my family once the travel restrictions were relaxed. My parents are hardcore Islamaphobes and they were horrified seeing my ‘Muslim’ beard and they asked me to shave it because people might think I have converted to Islam and it’s going to tarnish my family’s reputation. I basically told them to f*ck off and mind about their pubes rather than my beard. Today I was sleeping on the couch and my mom cut my beard off and now it’s an ugly mess and I have no option but to shave it off and I can’t f*cking leave this place as I am under 14 day home quarantine as I travelled from another state and I feel they have won for now.
My company sets up a booth at a carnival and we engaged several part-timers to assist at the carnival. The part-timers are required to go around the carnival ground to distribute flyers, share information and direct visitors to our booth.
On the day of the carnival, after setting up, I met up with the part-timers to prepare them for the day. Out of all the part-timers, only EM was late (she mentioned she will be 15 mins late but it was closer to an hour). As we couldn’t wait, I briefed the others and deployed them for the day.
When Entitle Mom (EM) arrived, she had her kid in tow (5 to 6 years old). Due to the job nature, we can’t have her lugging her kid while working. EM knew this.
EM: My husband couldn’t handle [kid], so I had to bring her along.
Me: I can’t have you working with your kid.
EM: It’s not my problem. If you don’t like it, get someone to watch over him.
My colleague (C) who was watching this unfold offered to watch over her kid. He was only required to help out during the start and end of the carnival, so was entirely free during the event. I thought alright, since he was free.
C: I can watch over her, get her some food, watch some shows, play some games. But you’ll need to pay me.
EM: Whatever. But I’m not paying you for your time, only for [kid].
C (Grinning): Sure.
I was flabbergasted. C told me not to worry, he had a plan. Once EM started working, C brought EM’s kid systematically through every single booth throughout the entire carnival. It was the kid’s dream come through and, I believe, her best day ever. Whatever she wanted to eat, C bought. She saw a lot of the shows and won many prizes. Since C had a staff pass, he didn’t need to pay for the shows, only for the kid.
At the end of the carnival, when we were clocking the hours worked, EM had the nerve to insist to be paid full even though she was late for almost 1 hour. She said that because of various reasons (mainly due to her kid), she would have been early. She was ranting and I didn’t really pay any attention (as I was tired and I don’t decide on the pay) but it was about how I will never understand as I don’t have kids and how she deserves it because she was a mother.
My manager nearby winked at me and took over, he said he was very pleased with the day’s sales and how we are very supportive of her and we should give kids the best. He told not to worry about the hours she worked and EM will be paid in full. After hearing this, not even a single thanks from EM, she declared in a loud voice: “At least someone understands”. She had this condescending and victorious look on her face. Thankfully, It didn’t last long.
The sucker punch for EM was that EM’s kid spent roughly $100, and with EM’s pay at $15/hr for 8 hrs (=$120), she made a whopping $20 for the whole day. C made it a point to keep track of the expenses (receipts, tickets, stubs, etc) and took tons of photos. Of course, EM threw a fit, but with the amount of evidence and her daughter vouching for all the fun she had. EM had no case except to yell “I’M NOT PAYING FOR THIS!!”, grabbed her daughter and stormed off.
We look forward to payday when we issue her a cheque for $20 (after subtracting the amount her daughter spent).
I’m allergic to fish/seafood. It’s not the anaphylactic type of allergy, thank goodness, so I’m not going to die if I eat some but I do throw up, and have a stomach ache and a massive headache for a few hours. Enough fish/seafood and I break out in small red hives over my arms.
My mother didn’t believe it and as a child, I couldn’t stand up to her properly. She’d force me to eat stuff with seafood or fish in it to prove I wasn’t allergic, then ignore me as I was sick.
One day, she held a dinner party. I was dressed up beautifully and trotted out to parade before the guests. At the time, I was around about 9, precocious for my age and absolutely fed up with my mother making me sick. When she held out a fish cutlet (fish cooked with vegetables, rolled into a ball, covered in batter and fried) for me to eat, I saw my chance.
Me, loudly: “I can’t eat that, I’m allergic to fish.”Mother: “No, you’re not. Eat it.”Me: “I am allergic! I’ll throw up!”
No Asian mother will back down in front of guests for fear of looking like she can’t discipline her child. My mother grabbed the fish cutlet, shoved it to my mouth and said in her most firm voice of command, “EAT.”
So I ate it.
Cut to about ten minutes later. I go up to my mother and tug on her sari to get attention.
Me: “I don’t feel well– ” BARF.
I vomited on her, on the expensive carpet and in full view of all the guests. My mother has a reputation for being a kind, generous, charitable and very religious woman so in front of all the guests, she couldn’t do anything except act sympathetic and send me off to bed to recover.
She never made me eat fish or seafood again.
Seeing the boys were occupied, I pulled on my skirt and went to the door. EM did not look like a stereotypical Karen. Long hair, tan, and wearing a bikini with a big floppy beach hat and a sarong around her waist. Her daughter was with her, looked around 10-12 years old and was like her mum’s Mini-Me, but she didn’t speak once during this encounter so IDK if she’s entitled or not.
Me: Hi can I help you?
EM: You could start by putting some clothes on.
My tankini is covering about the same amount of skin as a one-piece would, aside from a strip of exposed skin by my waist and I’ll admit that the neckline is kind of low, but EM is literally wearing a bikini, with way more exposed skin than me.
Me (customer service mode activated): I am very sorry, miss. Sam? Can you grab me my shirt, please? (he throws my tank top at me and I pull it on) Better?
EM: Not really. Is there anyone else who can take care of us?
Me: Sorry, my coworkers are a little busy right now, we’re closing up.
EM: Fine, I want to sign my daughter up for classes tomorrow.
I start to talk her through the availability slots when we can fit her kid in, prices and requirements. While I do this, I’m gesturing with my hands and leaning over the counter to point out some stuff on the signup sheet.
EM (interrupting me): I’m sorry, don’t you have a sweatshirt or something?
It’s the middle of summer, in a heatwave, on a beach.
Me (clinging to my customer service smile because I’m still technically on the clock): I’m sorry, no, I don’t. Would you like me to carry on?
EM: Is there no one else I could speak to? You’re making my daughter feel self-conscious.
Me (giving up on being polite): You’re making me feel self-conscious. It’s summer, it’s a beach, it’s a heatwave. I do not have another shirt. Everything that needs to be covered is covered, and with all due respect, you’re wearing less than I am.
Sam (a co-worker), wearing a t-shirt and denim shorts, hears all this and recognises my tone as my “I’m about to snap” tone, so he looks at me, I nod at him, and he jumps in.
I sat down on the train. A Little girl sits next to me and her “Karen” mum sits across. About 10 minutes after the train moves I start playing on Nintendo Switch. A little girl sees it and asks if she can play I said yes but ask Mum. Mum says yes so let her play. I also ask what stop they getting off at as I’m getting off a few stops before the end of the line.
After about an hour coming very close to the station I said sorry sweetie I’m getting off here and the Little girl’s hands switch back to me with a big smile and an even bigger THANK YOU.
It’s been nice and quiet for an hour and it was fantastic seeing the happiness on the little girl’s face while she was playing then it all went downhill. Enter the “Karen”
“Karen” then says my MY DAUGHTER is having so much fun with the switch cant she keeps playing? I said no sorry I’m getting off at the next stop
“Karen” goes NUCLEAR and shouts out. My Daughter is having more fun with it than you what’s a grown man doing playing with a children’s toy just give it to her. I said i have GIVEN it to her for the past hour to play with while you’ve been playing with your phone. “Karen” screams if you gave it to her then it’s hers and not yours (wtf) I asked her if she heard of the concept of borrowing something and saw my stop coming.
Without further ado I pick up my bag with the switch packed nicely away I then said to the little girl you seem like a very nice well behaved little girl please don’t turn out like your mother. Walked off the train after getting the last word in breathed the sweet air of freedom then met mates in the pub where I told this story. Didnt know the whole pub was listening until everyone roared with laughter and the barman gave us a free pint of Guinness. Lovely!
This is in England and until today I thought those “Karen” beasts existed only in America
I had an appointment this week the woman who was helping me, mentioned that her daughter and her fiance are expecting their first baby. She didn’t like that they don’t want to know the gender and even said she offered to pay for them to get an extra ultrasound to find out. Like the couple cares about that – they don’t want to know the gender! Then she goes off on how she expects them to name the baby after her, even if it’s just the middle name because she is the only grandparent who will be involved. She went as far as to tell me, “If they don’t name this baby after me, I’m not buying any diapers!
If this were my mother or Mother-in-Law, I would have no problem standing my ground. But it’s not. Part of me wants to mind my own business, but another part of me wants to warn her against this behavior so she doesn’t find herself on the outs with her daughter, future son-in-law, and grandchild.
Mother in Law is whining about my youngest son going to his Senior Prom over Family Mother’s Day Dinner.
Tries to explain that Senior Prom is once in a lifetime event and Mother’s Day is every year. She is not having it and is complaining throughout dinner.
Basically, yesterday my mom was talking to the neighbor and the topic of my dad’s new girlfriend came up. My mom asked me if I had met her and I said yes, to which she responded by straight up asking me, “I’m prettier, right?” Now, the only reason I didn’t respond with “yes” right away is because I was baffled that she would even ask me that. I then refused to respond because I didn’t like being put on the spot like that. When I returned to the house of a family friend I’m currently house-sitting for, my sister texted me asking what was wrong with me and demanded to know why I said dad’s girlfriend was prettier than mom, which I never even explicitly said. I tried to explain civilly but firmly that I was tired of being her and mom’s weasel and providing them with information about my father and his girlfriend. I also said I’m tired of being their scapegoat and getting blamed when things go awry. My sister got angry and responded by telling me things like “F*ck you” and “Knock yourself out, maybe you’ll fall off your high horse”. Then my mom came to the house (yes, she actually invaded my space AGAIN) and demanded to talk to me, called the f*cking police on me, and ultimately decided she was going to kick me out of the house, shut off my phone service, and make me move in with my dad. My dad came over last night along with my aunt (his little sister) who’s in town and they brought me dinner and comforted me for a little while. Today I did some things to distract myself from the fact that my life is falling apart at the seams, but as of right now, it’s putting me back in the same dark place I was last night.
I was at a winery to celebrate Mother’s Day with my mom and my adult daughter. My daughter had her corgi with us, and he is very cute and sweet. Attracts a lot of attention.
So we’re having our wine and picnic, and a boy, about 10, comes over and sits with the dog to pet him. His mom comes over, “What a cute dog! This is Leo, he loves dogs. Can he sit here and pet him? Feel free to send him back when it becomes too much.” Doesn’t actually wait for an answer.
Then she goes back across the winery and leaves him. For the rest of the time we were willing to sit there with her son. Never looks at us, or checks in.
We hang out for a while, (45 minutes?) dog is happy, and the kid is fine until he starts to tease the dog with fake treats. That’s when we decide to leave and tell the kid thanks, time to go. Mom ignores us as we leave and walk right past her to exit.
I get it that she wanted time on her own, but the fact that she was fine having us passively entertain her kid as we were also celebrating Mother’s Day is just obnoxious.
I got home today from work to my mom snatching my paycheck off my hands, she said she deserves it because she did all the chores around the house (which isn’t true I did a lot before going to work). She also said it was because she did my laundry. This is the biggest check I’ve gotten in the longest time and all because she did my laundry? I’ve been doing my own and others’ laundry since I was taught and I never said a thing. My dad got home not long after and thankfully he is on my side, my mom hasn’t given me my check back, but my dad is trying to talk to her.
My friends and I went to a bar to celebrate a birthday, and they had an open mic karaoke there, so immediately my friend let’s call them V started singing Kiss me more. This EM comes up to our group and says that we shouldn’t let our friend sing songs that degrade women like that, especially when there are kids around. We looked around and there weren’t any kids in the bar. So we asked her what she means, and she said that she was pregnant and she doesn’t want her child to have to listen to all that crap music. We were all tipsy at this point and we thought she was joking and started laughing, because a) we were in a smoke-friendly bar, b) she didn’t look pregnant. My friend responded by saying she was not pregnant and she said “I am pregnant, I am 7 weeks pregnant”. We laughed again (we were tipsy 21 yrs old, and we didn’t know better). Obviously, we pissed her off, coz then she went and yelled at the bartender saying we were rude to her and that we should get kicked out. The bartender didn’t even care to stand and listen to her. She then tried to yell at the guy controlling the karaoke, but got humiliated and had to leave the bar.
I work at a restaurant as a hostess and we have both inside and outside seating. We do allow dogs outside but not inside. (This is relevant, I promise) So this lady today came inside to get seated with her dog and kid and so I put them outside. A little way into her meal she waves at me to come out to her table through the window. I go outside and she says “My son needs to go to the restroom but he can’t go by himself and I can’t take the dog inside, can you take him to the toilet?” This is where I start to get confused because her son appears to be around 7 years old and completely normally functioning, so I can’t understand why he would need my help. (Or why she would think I would be able or qualified to help him if he did need some type of assistance) So I tell her that I can’t take him to the toilet because as a girl I can’t go into the men’s room, but I would watch her dog if she wants to go with him. She then tells me that “she doesn’t feel comfortable having me watch the dog because the dog is a French bulldog and if someone tried to steal it I probably wouldn’t fight back” (she’s right, I would let someone steal the dog I don’t get paid enough to stop them, but it’s a nice area so this is incredibly unlikely) but more importantly SHE WOULD TRUST ME TO TAKE HER CHILD TO THE BATHROOM BUT NOT LET ME WATCH HER DOG?!? PRIORITIES LADY!!!! I tell her that it’s not something I feel comfortable doing and she then asks for the manager. I get her the manager and she tells the manager about the situation and that I am not providing her with good service and going above and beyond. The manager (dude) then actually winds up taking the kid to the toilet. The manager said the kid did everything normally and just seemed uncomfortable being supervised using the bathroom in front of a complete stranger. He also said it was completely fine to refuse that request. No real moral to the story other than that people are crazy.
So I was at the movies and this woman and her 3 toddlers came in halfway into a 3 hr movie the woman started shouting at her children (well more like whispering angrily) And later she took something out of her bag and gave it to the kids they started running around turns out they were toy cars and they were playing all around the cinema people started complaining about this to staff and talking to the woman but she kept shouting at them saying her children weren’t hurting anyone, an employee came in and he started talking to the woman but the woman was still screaming about it saying she paid to get here like anyone else then the employee kicked her out and we continued the movie.
My MIL is the most entitled, selfish, and disrespectful person but despite this, my husband still has love and respect for her and wants to avoid making her upset. What makes her upset? Saying no to her, not giving her money, defending himself/me when she insults us, the list goes on.
Recent examples of how toxic she is:
She threatened not to go to our wedding if we don’t uninvite someone that her friend doesn’t like.
She screamed at my husband because we didn’t invite someone that I haven’t even met before and that my husband hasn’t seen in decades, threatening again that if this person can’t come, neither will she. The next day, she proceeded to ask him for money and offered to attend our wedding if he gives it to her.
She is upset that we bought our first home without her permission, and that we didn’t offer to let her live with us. To be spiteful, she texts my husband news articles about the bad housing market and laughs saying we made a big mistake and must’ve lost so much money (we didn’t).
At dinner with other people, she will randomly tell my husband and I that we should go to the gym and get our blood pressure checked. (I have a medical disorder that causes weight gain)
I love my husband so much but he feels too much guilt about going no contact. He can’t set boundaries to save his life so whenever his mom acts like this, he’ll shut her out for a few days and then it’s business as usual. I tell him how much it hurts me to see her treat him/us like this and still allow her access into our life, but it’s like he has Stockholm syndrome. If we ever divorce, I have no doubt she WILL be the reason.