Maturity? Well, that’s like being all grown-up and responsible, right? But what if I told you that sometimes, even adults can act like big kids? Yep, that’s what we’re here to chat about. We’re diving into those moments when people decide to put their grown-up pants aside and let their inner child run wild. It’s like a rollercoaster ride through a world where being a responsible adult isn’t the top priority. So, get ready for some funny and frustrating stories about adults acting not-so-adult.
I had a female coworker downright HATE me and refuse to talk to me for literally no reason. My boss stepped in when she realized there was clearly a problem. Turns out this girl claimed I didn’t say hi to her one morning after she said hi to me. I am not that kind of person whatsoever. If I didn’t say “hi” back…it’s because I didn’t hear you. Ridiculously immature. Grow up, you’re almost 30.
Had a lady come thru my register once. Used a coupon on her purchase. When I asked for the coupon to put in the drawer she refused. She stated it was her coupon. I told her I needed it for the drawer. She said no, and like a kid goes “IT’S MINE!”. I then stated she could only use it once and that we needed it to have to count at the end of the night. She kept telling me no, it’s hers, and maybe she’ll just rip it up instead. I told her she couldn’t rip it, it was one of those nice, semi-laminated ones. She proceeds to walk away and as I’m staring at her confused, she goes “IT’S MINE!” and then starts to bite it in hopes of ripping it. She eventually gives up, walks back towards me, puts it on my counter and leaves.
There sits a chewed, semi-wet, barely torn coupon.
My mother sticks her fingers in her ears and goes “lalalala” whenever someone is proving her wrong. All the time. Consistently
Once saw a guy (thin build, 35-45 years old) at Mandarin (a Chinese buffet restaurant) eat nothing but crab legs for over an hour. At these restaurants the staff are always running around removing plates or refilling water glasses and such, and every time they came around to his table he would say something to the effect of “Ohhh Zank You Chin Chong Pong!” Nobody at his table was laughing, but this guy was on another level of not giving a sh*t.
Call the cops to report domestic abuse because his wife wouldn’t let him have the car keys while he was drunk.
I have one coworker who, in person and especially on conference calls, refuses to allow herself to be interrupted but interrupts others all the time.
It’s gotten so annoying that other coworkers refuse to give in to her and, when she interrupts them, they continue talking as though they’ve no idea she opened her mouth.
The end result is basically a lot of every meeting spent with her talking at the exact same time as someone else and no one hearing anything.
The dude was a janitor, he was pissed at management for moving him from a warehouse where no one was watching him to a plant where people were actually present and could see if he wasn’t doing any work (literally his words).
So dude started throwing staples and other similar things into food that was being produced and packaged in the plant. He figured he’d get back at the company for screwing him, by you know, endangering f*cking lives.
I helped catch him. I couldn’t believe it when I first saw him actually do it, blatant, then he said, “This is what they get for screwing me”.
A**hole.
I work with a woman who is 25 years older than me and yesterday she gave me the silent treatment because my typing speed is faster than hers.
I worked in a hot dog joint that was actually pretty popular but it closed at 4 o’clock every day on the dot. Exactly at 4. We would prep for closing 30 minutes in advance, keep enough food out to sell if someone came in before closing and then spend 5 mins after 4 finishing up and then leave for the day.
Well, one day my manager (great gal) and I were the only ones there. No customers, so we get all our work done and some more and then close the signs. The manager is counting the drawers when this dude barges in. I recognized recognized because he had been parking RIGHT in front of the store for a solid twenty minutes and I assumed he was just waiting on someone.
The dude comes in (the front door is the only exit so we didn’t lock it but the multiple closed signs were up) and looks around. My manager says, “Sir we are closed. You’ll have to go elsewhere.”
This grown-a** man then POUTS proceeds to STOMP HIS FOOT and says, “But I’m Hungry and I want to eat here!”
“Sorry, sir, but our food is up and the drawer is closed. No more sales.” The way she spoke to him was fitting; like he was a toddler.
Then this dude just sighs real loud and says “Fiiiiinnnnneee I guess I’ll starve.”
Grown man. Like not exactly a boomer but older than my dad for sure. Old enough to not act like that. Some adults are entitled AF.
Having my vegetables weighed at the supermarket, and some guy cuts in line and just plonks a zucchini on the scales to be weighed (I’m in China and line cutting is a huge issue here). I don’t say anything. I simply pick up the zucchini and hand it back to him. He throws it on the floor and storms off.
F*ck that guy.
A lady I work with caught me on Reddit one day and started lecturing me about how unprofessional it is to be on websites that aren’t work-related.
Skip ahead a few hours, I walk to her desk to ask a question, and she’s got Facebook and several online shopping websites open. Doesn’t even try to hide it or be stealthy about it.
I have one who complains that she doesn’t get enough hours, yet and will ask to leave early. Every. Single. Day.
When I did an internship, we were placed in intern housing and had monthly apartment inspections to make sure everything was clean. I had roommates and we were splitting up chores no problem. That is, until is came to this one roommate who flat-out refused to do anything. All we were asking her to do was a vacuum, one of the easiest things, and she had a full-blown f*cking meltdown. She started screaming, stomping her feet, throwing stuff. She said that she doesn’t “do” cleaning and when she was back at home she would pay her mom to clean her room for her. She ended up just storming out of the apartment and when she returned all she said was “I hope you guys are happy with what you made me have to do” and we didn’t know what the hethat meant. Turns out, she called her mom when she left and convinced her somehow to fly from out of state to come take care of her f*cking chores for her.
My wife’s old boss used to work 12-14 hours a day and never got all of her work done, so the overflow would fall to my wife.
This was because she would format Excel cells individually instead of making a selection first. So she would click, center, and repeat for hundreds of rows of cells, making 15 minutes of work take a full day.
Even after she was shown how to modify a selection, she kept doing it her way because she didn’t trust that it could be right since it was completed so quickly.
A customer literally hung out in the middle of our store and started screaming “DOES ANYONE WORK HERE?!” when the only employee in her current line of sight asked her to wait till she finished with another customer first.
A girl at my work asked if I could write a document for her because she didn’t have time. I was also swamped but I handle stress better than her so I said okay. When I was done I sent it to her in Word format. A couple minutes later she sent it back to me in an email and asked me to correct a single mistake (I had typed the number 30 but it should have been 28). Her email said, “You put the number 30 where it should say 28. Please fix it and send it back.” I fixed it and sent it back to her in an email that said, “Wouldn’t it have taken less time if you had just changed that when you saw it rather than write me an email about it.” She didn’t talk to me for a week and a half.
A couple that we are good friends with are constantly having money issues. He works a full-time job, so does she and he does odd jobs on the side for extra cash. Lots of the odd jobs are things that she sets up. On the regular she gets mad at him for working all the time and not spending enough time at home with her/kids so……to “get back at him” she goes on a shopping spree buying a bunch of sh*t they don’t need. I am completely baffled at the lack of logic and overall immaturity.
I went with my dad to a local pizza restaurant in town. Behind my dad, I could see a young girl’s birthday party going on. The little girl was talking with her friends and the mother kept tugging at the young girl’s sleeve to get her attention. The girl was so into her conversation that she wasn’t responding.
So the mother takes the water pitcher and dumps it out onto the table.
Some people, more so the people in my hometown, shouldn’t have kids.
I was on a flight with my mother. The woman behind us has two children very small children. The father was on the plane, too, but in another row reading a newspaper.
They didn’t want to sit in their seats, they wanted to stand on the floor and punch the back of the seats in front of them. Our seats. So that’s just little kids not seeing consequences. And maybe the mom didn’t really notice. Finally, my mom turned around and asked her if she could stop them from doing it. She flipped out. Yelled at my mom not to tell her kids what they could and couldn’t do. Even though my mom hasn’t said anything to the children.
She didn’t stop them, obviously, seemed to be encouraging them. My mom called the flight attendant because talking to this woman was not working. The flight attendant asked her to put the kids in the seats with their seat belts because it wasn’t safe for them to be there anyway. She did, but told them “they were not allowed to play because of the mean lady who was sitting in front of them.” She then started imitating my mother’s voice and saying “Oh, I’m so mean, I hate little kids” all kinds of crazy sh*t. The seat belt light came on, and about 5 minutes later she let them back down to kick and punch our seats.
The flight attendant walked by, saw the kids on the ground during turbulence, and told the woman again they had to be in a seat. She put them back again, but again told them it was my mother “the mean lady”‘s fault and called my mom a b*tch a couple of times.
He attempted to set fire to his own clothes to see if they were fireproof.
Yes, he was wearing them.
We were outside and his lighter kept going out before he could get very far. Still unsure as to whether they were actually fireproof or not. The clothes in question were workshop overalls, we’d just had a health and safety lesson on fire prevention (ironically), which might have sparked the idea.
His friend melted a hole in his (identical) coat pocket with a dodgy e-cig, so I’m guessing no.
I had one coworker who was angry that I got assigned to run a project that she applied for (note: I was assigned, despite the fact that she applied and I didn’t). She was so pissed off about it that she created a spreadsheet to document the exact times I came into work and every time that I left my desk and came back so then she could “get me in trouble with my boss”. She did this for two months, and then brought the “evidence” that I’d been showing up to work between 8:15 and 8:30 am instead of 8 am, and was taking breaks closer to 20 minutes than 10.
My boss laughed her out the door- we had an agreement that I could show up when I felt like it and could take the break lengths I wanted since she knew I was working a minimum of 60 hours a week and would be there way past 5 pm even if I took no breaks. Partially because I had to pick up the slack of the other employees, and partially because we got so many contracts in at once, that they were willing to give me what I wanted to get completed. You probably shouldn’t create your own project to get another employee in trouble when you have no idea what their situation is AND you didn’t get the project you wanted to run because you already waste too much time at work and can’t be trusted to stay on task or use fair judgment regarding fellow employee roles. Well. She certainly proved their analysis of why she wouldn’t be a good leader.
I was an assistant store manager in retail at 19 after working there for 3 months. One of the older ladies who was working there for about 15-20 years told me she wasn’t going to listen to me because I was incompetent so I told her to go home for the night and had the store manager remove her from any of my shifts. Well the next day her husband was up at the store questioning me and pissed off at me because I was there for only three months and I told him
“I’ve been here a short period of time and got 2 promotions and 2 raises. Your wife has been here 10+ years and hasn’t moved anywhere, so please tell me again who is the incompetent one here”
An office I used to work in started a “scent-free” policy, primarily targeted at a few women who used to just douse themselves in perfume. Walking by their cubicles was like a full-blown assault on your sense of smell.
One of them was so pissed off by the policy that she secretly brought in her perfume collection and would walk around and sneakily spray some into empty offices and cubicles when she thought no one was watching. Around the lunchroom, some of us started referring to this person as the Chanel Bandit.
She denied it, of course. She also forgot about the cameras that were installed after we had a break-in.
My mom’s piece of sh*t boyfriend flipped over a table and stormed out of a restaurant because they wouldn’t give him a discount for some b*llsh*t reason he made up. He was always asking to talk to the manager to get discounts and free stuff. Usually, he’d get it too because those people aren’t paid enough to deal with angry morons like him.
Husband’s roommate in college married a guy after 6 months of dating when she was 20. She was proving that it would last.
Divorced the next year.
Engaged within 6 months. Got dumped.
Got Pregnant by another guy.
Married him to prove it’ll work out.
I’m 23 and I worked with a woman who was probably 25 years older than me at an office job where we did the same work, but I wasn’t an idiot and I could get things done and have time to reddit. She always made comments about me being so young for my station in life, and they bordered on rude and undercutting. So at Christmas, she got everyone in the office nice bottles of wine as a gift. She gave me sparkling grape juice and a sippy cup. A d*mn sippy cup. Everyone else thought it was just hilarious and I was humiliated.
My one coworker is 48 and massively jealous of the younger woman who works here (29). The younger one was talking to a boss and the older one kept walking by so the younger one and the boss moved to the boss’s office to continue talking. While they were gone I caught the older one in a closet with her ear to the wall trying to eavesdrop. The closet borders the boss’s office.
I work as an assistant to an appraiser. The woman I work for is in her mid-70s and is a marvel in the modern workplace considering she can still do her job at such an old age. However, there’s one problem.
She doesn’t know sh*t about computers, yet she demands to do all her work on one.
This is where I come in. I was hired to pretty much just type out whatever she needed to finish so everything would get done faster. This turned into that and all of a sudden I am the “computer expert” who deals with every problem she has.
“Why can’t I open my email?” “Why didn’t you remember to capitalize this word?” (It was a 40-page typed document. Are you serious??)
The ridiculous part about this job is, being that she understands nothing about computers, she sets ridiculously high expectations for this machine that looks like the computer I had 14 years ago. Then, when I can’t “Make the computer do these things” and I calmly try to explain to her why or what I could possibly do she flips the f*ck out. She gets so pissed off when things aren’t done exactly her way even if they literally CANNOT BE DONE.
Just had to get that off my chest. Never told anyone about her ridiculous behavior before.
I used to have a boss who got really mean and abusive if I had something really good for lunch and didn’t buy/bring from home the same for her.
One day she walked in with a loaf of bread and a jar of Miracle Whip. I have no idea why. She left them on my desk (I was the receptionist) with no explanation. I told her that she should put that MW in the fridge because it was open. She argued with me about it, even when I showed her on the label that it was made with eggs and needed to be refrigerated. One of our senior sales guys walked by and agreed with me about it. She punished me for being right in front of that guy by making me move stacks of files all around the office all day while refusing to answer the phone while I was moving said files.
That b*tch was crazy.
We had band rehearsal with a new singer we’d never played with before. (Pat Benatar tribute band for a one-shot at a local show.). We pride ourselves on being ready to go at rehearsal (i.e. We do our homework and have our parts ready beforehand.). I realized early on for one of the lesser-known songs that I would not be able to play the complicated music and sing the background harmony, so I worked on the instrument piece and didn’t worry about the harmony.
So rehearsal night comes. We get to the part, it sounds great to all of us except the lead singer. She stopped us, turned to me, and asked why I wasn’t singing. I said I was not going to be able to do it as I had three separate parts to play at the same time (I am the keyboardist) and didn’t want to spend the several hours it would take to get it right — on a song that most people would never have heard of, to begin with.
She flipped her sh*t. She started yelling about how much work she had put into this band and that I was obviously lazy, and then she did something I will never forget.
I sh*t you not: she crossed her arms, pouted (complete with the lower protruding lip and everything) and sat down hard on the couch.
I will tell you, I had a really hard time convincing myself not to just pack up my sh*t and go. Fortunately, I had just finished up some management training and thought it would be a good time to practice some conflict management, so I took that approach.
But we never asked her back again after the show was over.
I’m obviously a bit biased because I was so offended by this, but… Several years ago, the receptionist at a company I worked for brought her husband in on a Friday morning to discuss with the company CEO/president (small firm, ~15 employees) why she should be allowed to take PTO the following week instead of me. Her husband demanded of the CEO that I move my vacation by a week because that was “only fair,” given that she’d worked there 10 years longer than I had.
SHE BROUGHT HER HUSBAND IN TO TALK TO HER BOSS.
I was going out of the country to visit a college friend and had put it on everyone’s calendar two months in advance. She wanted to go on a self-described “spontaneous trip to the beach” with her daughter and infant grandchild, who lived next door to her.
So I work at a TimeShare Resort selling theme park tickets. I had a lady (mid-40s) Walk up to our desk with her parents to purchase some Disney Tickets. After some quick chatter about prices and what Disney park they wanted to go to they were ready to buy. Swiped the lady’s card and it had declined, (common when people typically travel outside of their state because their bank will block the card from foreign transactions). Once I told her her card declined she became ballistic in front of me and everybody said that there was “loads of money on my card, there’s no need for it to decline.” After I explained the card issue to her she switched and started BAWLING her eyes out saying to her mother, and I quote, “Mommy tell him to give me my ticketsssss” in front of everybody. Again… She was in her mid-40s.
First, some background: like 1.5 years ago, my boyfriend at the time cheated on me with a friend of mine. These are the two people in question.
My ex messaged me a few weeks ago, pretending to want to be friends with me, but really just wanting to badmouth his current girlfriend. Telling me that she sleeps around with other guys, that he found herpes medication in her bag, that she’s abusive and punches him, etc. And he explicitly said that he hoped I’d gossip about this to other people (despite me living thousands of miles away now). You know, because girls are catty, or whatever. (Instead, I told him to f*ck off, because he’s a terrible human being.)
Later, his girlfriend messaged me from his account, trying to clarify things and calling him insane.
I told her that none of this was my business, and wished her luck in her relationship. That made her really mad, for some reason.
They’re both mid-30s, and this isn’t even the most insane story about them, by far. They’re still together after like 18 months of solid drama and sh*t worse than this. I guess that’s true romance?
While me and my girlfriend were at the doctor’s waiting to be seen. This guy was sitting there mumbling to himself as if he was angry at something. Every time someone got called to be seen and it wasn’t him he would completely lose his sh*t. He’d be like “MAN I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SUCH A LONG TIME WHY IS IT TAKING SO LONG” or “I WAS HERE BEFORE THAT LADY WHY DOES SHE GET TO GO BEFORE ME” or “UGH MAN, OF COURSE, IT’S NOT ME” This guy was at least in his mid-30s and honestly it was the most immature thing I have ever seen in my life.
I shared a flat with my brother and I want to say.. all of it. Like yelling at me for not waking him up in time for his train to school, or I’d ask him to clean the dishes after I spent 2 hours cooking on top of being exhausted from work, having two days pass with nothing happening then having him scream “URGH I WAS ABOUT TO DO IT” when I cave in and wash it up instead, he’d then take the tea towel, clean 4 things out of an entire pile then return to the living room and play video games.
He blamed me instantly for increasing the electricity bill even though it coincided with him inviting his gamer friend with the huge set-up to move in as well (for free since he “pays in weed”)
Refused to help my parents move (his car was essential to get it done in time) like promised months before because his friends decided to hold a party the day before and “it’s not his fault he got drunk!”, then begged dad for money the day after.
When he got like 22k from grandfather’s inheritance he burned it all up on video games and consoles within 10 months even though he knew he’d have trouble financing his last semester in college he now decided to drop out off and back to begging dad for money.
There’s more but I’m slowly repressing the whole experience because I’m beyond done with him, he even made moving out a heck.
He’s 28 and three years older than me, but somehow simultaneously 14.
Back when I worked at Target an employee dropped every item in every location in the backroom and then just quit.
Basically what this means is that he deleted the entire inventory from the backroom. so we didn’t know where anything was or how much we had in stock. It f*cked up replenishment, it f*cked up in stocks, it f*cked up logistics, it pretty much f*cked every metric up one way or another, and it was done just because some teenager was pissed off.
The backroom team leader and a few of us worked overtime getting everything back stocked.
My team shares one large workstation, and our team leader is a former military, so he likes things kept neat. Nothing huge, just supplies put back where they should be, caps kept on pens and markers when not used, and safety covers on cutting instruments. Not a big deal.
The team leader was hated by another department head, Ranty. Ranty was nicknamed because she’d go off on anyone at any time for any reason or no reason at all. Everything annoyed her. But nothing annoyed her more than TL’s neatness. She hated it and would do things like set a dripping cup on our desk, randomly mess up papers, move supplies around, and generally b*tch about how annoying and unnecessary it was to have to take a cap off a marker. The reason Ranty would use our markers and pens was because all of hers kept drying out. Wonder why. TL would just quietly tidy up while rolling his eyes. One day, after yet another reprimand from their boss about their interactions, Ranty came into our office. She then took every pen and marker lid, every sharp edges cover, every bit of scratch paper, and all of the fast food condiments that TL had brought in, and threw them underneath a large piece of machinery, where TL would not be able to reach them due to back injuries during the military. Standing in the room with her, it was like watching a five-year-old proudly surveying the damage done after an epic tantrum. Still didn’t get her fired though.
It was my first serving job, I was working at a BBQ place and I had a table of two couples. Before taking their order, the manager tells me we’re out of brisket for the night. I go over to the table, and right before I ask them what they’d like I inform them we are out of brisket for the night.
One of the women threw her menu down, folded her arms, and looked down like she was about to cry. “But that’s what I was going to get!”
“I’m terribly sorry ma’am, our pulled pork is excellent, as is our smoked turkey if you still want a sandwich.”
“No, I’m not hungry anymore,” she said in a huff. Her husband tried to console and reason with her “Honey, you’re going to be hungry just find something else…”
“I said I’m not hungry.” The rest of the table ordered and got their food, and to no one’s surprise, the woman was sharing her husband’s entree and taking the lion’s share as well. I could see he wanted to protest but was in no position to deal with her in public. I felt so bad for him, but what could I do?
Oh, they also stiffed me on the tip too. Class acts.
I was driving in a new and unfamiliar location. I was using my phone for GPS and a friend was texting me. Every time he texted me, it popped up on the screen and I had to reach over to close the message.
Finally, I got to a red light and texted him back “Hey, driving in an unfamiliar area, shut up for a bit please so I can focus, your messages keep blocking the screen.”
His reply was (all separate messages):
LOL
K
Whats up?
U THERE?
How about now?
Hi
Hi
Hi
Can you see the road?
LOLZORZ
Seriously. We’re in our 30’s, not children. I enjoy his sense of humor but there is a time and place to stop that sh*t and this was one of those times. I didn’t talk to him for almost 6 months after he pulled that sh*t.
My former stepdad took the Thanksgiving turkey my mom had made for our entire family and locked it in his bedroom with him so that “our” side of the family couldn’t eat it, since my mom had paid for it with “his” money. (he was an alcoholic, they had a horribly dysfunctional codependent marriage in which my mom used him for his money and he gladly okayed that for a while until she stopped being okay with his daily drinking).
I remember seeing an old lady at the gas station a few years ago get visibly upset over the cost of a Coke which was kind of weird.
The guy was just doing his job and it’s not like the cashier can control the price of the drink. I felt bad for the guy since he tried to explain it calmly but the old lady wasn’t having none of it.
I distinctly remember the old lady saying her son was a doctor therefore she was right to be upset at a cashier because of the cost of her coke.
It was a strange night.
We had a guy who was from New York, his mom was supposedly a lawyer and his dad a doctor. Because of this, he felt the need to make it very apparent to everyone that he came from money and was better than us.
We work in IT, so almost all of us like video games, card games, etc. He would just stroll over into the middle of the conversation, pull his face back like he just smelled a skunk and interrupt: “What are you guys even talking about?” We’d tell him and he would just roll his eyes and walk away.
One of my friends who grew up in the country mentioned a ‘cattle car.’ D*uche McGee walks up and says “What? What even is that?” We tell him and he makes this big production that he’s from a wealthy family in New York and still doesn’t understand. I’m like, b*tch, it’s a cattle car. the two most descriptive words for it are in the godd*mned term.
Eventually, someone noticed him looking up other job prospects during work hours, and said, “You don’t seem to want to work here anymore so we’ll oblige you.” Fired. I was stoked.
At my old job, I went to a HIPAA conference in New Orleans with my boss and one other lady. My boss was married, but evidently had a crush on this lady and asked me at the beginning of the trip to hook them up. Such a sleazeb*ll. She didn’t fancy him at all and almost fainted from laughing when I told her what he wanted.
So instead she and I spent our time outside the conference walking up and down Bourbon Street and getting pretty sozzled. Pat O’Briens’ Hurricanes FTW!
When we got back from the trip he made a complaint against me to the executive director that I didn’t go to any meetings during the conference (a total lie) and requested that a reprimand be put in my file. Then he called me in and chewed me out for two hours about it. In the end, he says “You know what really pisses me off about you? I ask you for one favor, and you can’t even deliver on that one small thing.”
I ain’t your pimp, homey.
When I was a teenager, a friend of mine and I were at a local ice cream shop. A customer outside on the patio, a nice older gentleman with his little girl, had probably overheard us counting our change to figure out what we could buy.
As he left, he had put a 5 dollar bill underneath the leg of the chair he was sitting in. I had seen it in my peripheral vision but didn’t act soon enough because a woman who was also there with her daughter (4 or 5) told the girl to go and pick it up. She pointed it out with a resounding “Look baby, what is that”
I was inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt in thinking that the guy truly hadn’t left it for us, or maybe she really did notice it innocently.
But I knew exactly what had happened when we exchanged a passing look as she and the little girl sang “Look, baby! Say I got a dollar! I got a dollar”
To take advantage of someone’s act of kindness should be considered treason to the umpteenth degree. She had already paid for their ice cream, yet took the opportunity from two teenage girls to purchase their own. Coming from a now adult, that is a truly pathetic way for another adult to act…and for a mere $5. I can only hope that she needed that $5 much more than I.
Yes, we did muster enough change to pay for the ice cream. But the lesson I learned that day and the perspective that I gained, was much more costly.
My roommate basically begs for attention like a kid. Actually, pretty much everything she does is incredibly childish.
She’s 22 and feels the need to talk “at me” about everything on her social media when I get home. If I try to have a conversation she just ignores me to keep talking at me. One day she came home really pissed off because someone blocked her on Facebook.
Her boss keeps telling her he’s in love with her and how hard it is to be around her, but she refuses to go to HR or do anything about it. I think she just wants the attention.
And she refuses to use birth control after trying the pill for a while because she’s “catholic” and doesn’t believe in Birth Control. Mind you, she’s constantly having s*x with her bf she’s not married to and I’ve never once seen her to go church. I can’t even watch a movie on the couch without her trying to show me stupid sh*t on her phone or show me her Snapchat from people I don’t even know.
My grandma’s now ex-husband could not stand me. I was around 15 or 16 when they got married and he was jealous of how close me and my grandma were. While watching TV in the living room I would charge my phone in an outlet behind the couch and he kept getting mad. I’m not sure why. One day I went to put my charger in and the outlets were completely taped over with packing tape. 1. What is the big deal 2. I can just take the tape off.
Then one day he put his load into the dryer and I then put mine into the washer because I thought he was done since he walked off and did something else. The moment I went to my room he took out my soaking wet clothes and put them into my basket and said “I’m DOING LAUNDRY AND YOU KNEW THAT!” And never put another load in.
He was around 50 at the time.