rSlash - r/Entitledparents INSANE Entitled Parent Tries To RUIN Wedding!

Episode Date: July 26, 2019

🛒 My merch: http://bit.ly/rSlashMerch r/Entitledparents In this story, a mother-in-law goes rogue and tries to destroy a wedding just because she hates her daughter-in-law. So, she commits the ultimate insult and shows up at another woman's wedding in a wedding dress! The bride is devastated, but she hatches a plan with her friend to get hilarious revenge. If you enjoyed this video, be sure to hit that subscribe button for daily Reddit videos! 💗 Support Me: http://bit.ly/supportRSLASH 👪 r/Entitledparents "I KILLED AN ENTIRE FAMILY! SO WHAT!?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96lz1Ub3b7U&list=PLQWFBACAObMj6W6NyJvSBp_kj2HI33iXN&index=4 🔔 Subscribe! https://bit.ly/2E3A8i6 👍 Like this video if you want to see more! 💬 Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/Rtwc9ZC 🐦 Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/rslashyt 🔊 Listen to my Podcasts: http://bit.ly/rSlashPodcast 🎧 My Podcasts on Spotify: http://bit.ly/rSlashSpotify "Sneaky Snitch" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) License: CC By Attribution 3.0 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

For your holiday season, real Canadian superstar has more legendary ways to save than any other major grocer. Until December 6th, get a free Jumbo point set when you spend $300 or more. Plus, PC Optima members can get select PC or no-name cheese at $3.99. Conditions apply to Fly for details. Welcome to our Slash Entitled Parents, where a rude entitled mother gets herself kicked off a plane. Another Karen on a plane post reminded me of this lovely experience last month. Due to a new procurement process issue at work nobody really cares about, I booked a flight to my conference destination really late. All that was left were middle

seats, or ponying up personally for an upgrade which wasn't going to happen for a relatively short flight. Out in the boarding area, they announced many, many times that it was a full flight and kept begging people to gatecheck their bags. It wasn't subtle. After they let all the military first class frequent flyers and blah, blah need more time people board. My group got to plod down the jetway. Once we got into the plane, I could see my fate before me.

A wild Karen was sitting in the aisle seat. The middle was piled with Karen garbage, backpack, electronic devices, stuffed animal, snacks, etc. And a miniature Karen was over in the window seat, happily kicking the empty seat in front of her, so hard, it was visibly shaking. Joy. That's, I count the rows. Definitely mine. When I got to the row, I pointed to the middle seat to indicate it's mine. Karen didn't budge or move a single thing from that garbage pile. I tried again with the whole, sorry, that's my seat routine. She snapped

at me. Sits somewhere else. I'm all, can't do that, full flight. This is my assigned seat. Well, Karen wasn't having that. Did I know what kind of day she'd had? It had started the day before. Their flight was diverted. They missed their connection. They slept in the airport overnight. They just need a little space. Sit somewhere else. And she shoved her knees fully up against the seat in front of her, blocking my way into the sucky even before she loaded it with care and stuff middle seat. Then she shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. I slammed the flight attendant button over her head and awkwardly crouched in the row behind

so people can get past. We'd already made a scene and clogged up boarding. As I crouched there, I realized nothing about Karen's story made sense. We weren't at the big city airport where flights sometimes did get diverted. We't at the big city airport where flights sometimes did get diverted. We were at the tiny regional airport that only had a couple airlines that flew to a few major hubs. No connections happened here. There also weren't a bunch of other people

griping about disconnections, diversions, or having slept in the airport. When a tiny regional airport has that happened, you know. Everybody knows. Karen was probably full of garbage. Anyhow, the saintly flight attendant arrived to ask what was wrong. She checked my ticket. Yeah, that was, unfortunately, my seed. Then she asked Karen to see her and the kids' tickets. Karen kept her eyes closed and continued to pretend to be asleep.

I don't know how she thought that would work, but the flight attendant shook her shoulder several times and kept speaking loudly to her. You must remember, boarding is going on all around this. People were hefting bags, trying to find seats, and the usual loud mayhem. It was ridiculous. Flight attendant finally told Karen that if she didn't respond, paramedics would be called about an unresponsive passenger. THAT got Karen's attention. She popped up and demanded, what, I'm trying to sleep. And then went off on the same rant she did

at me about her travel nightmare and needing the space. The flight attendant explained that it was a full flight. All the seats were booked. Stand by passengers were waiting for any extras and Karen needed to let me sit. This and Karen into wales over being separated from her baby by a stranger. The flight attendant pointed out that she booked the aisle and window seats herself leaving that separation. So she could either ask me to swap or sit in them as assigned.

That set off another rant. Apparently some frequent flyer and travel advice website out there says to book the window and aisle and hope nobody sits in the middle so you get free space. I imagine this works on flights that aren't full. This one was full. Karen's swore she got that tip for how to get an extra seat free off airlines website and through quite a fit that after they told her to do that she was being punished by being separated from her baby!

Meanwhile, the people in the row in front arrived and Mini Karen was still kicking away like she was at soccer practice. It was so bad the guy in the window seat didn't even want to sit down. He leaned over and asked the kid to stop kicking. Heh, heh, heh, heh, Minnie Karen let out an unholy wail of Stranger! That she had apparently been trained to do if a stranger spoke to her. Karen turned from her screaming fit at the flight attendant

to take in the scene of an adult man, the row in front, looking at her child in horror and the child wailing Stranger! At the top of her lungs, only to turn right back to the flight attendant, while pointing at the dude and demanding, get this pedophile off this plane immediately. That's where flight attendant went from firm and reasonable to utterly brilliant. She sagesly nodded at Karen. We can't remove him from the flight because he hasn't done anything to your child

But we can certainly get you to receiv- if you're not comfortable with your current location and situation Gather your things. We'll take you up to the desk and see if there are any upgrades available to the more spacious seats It was amazing Karen puffed up in self-importance as she gathered her now happy spawn and all their junk. She threw elbows like mad, shoving her way upstream past all the people still trying to board. She heard the magic word, upgrade, and she was going to get there before it was gone. I sort of cursed to myself that they probably were upgrading her to make her calm to flip down, and was not thrilled that her ridiculous display worked.

Then Flight Attendant's co-worker came back to ask if I preferred the window or aisle to my middle seat. I'll, at least I got that, right? It got better. Flight Attendant's co-worker explained that I could relax because Karen and entitled kid would not be returning. There were no upgrades. It was faster and easier to get them off the flight that way than calling security.

They filled the seats with waiting standby passengers, and presumably Karen had plenty of space to sit next to her mini-caren and the terminal while waiting for the next flight. Well played, saintly flight attendant, well played. Our next red-opposis from Cinnamon Evie. This happened back in February. This was my first comic con, and I had the exact appearance of a teenage geeky girl who has no idea what's going on and what she's supposed to bring with her. I wore an espion onesie, here's what it looked like.

A purple spotty backpack, to sore spare clothes and merch that I would be buying, and a little pokeball purse slung over my shoulder with a little espion plush sitting inside with its head sticking out like a chihuahua. So yeah, I looked cuddly to say the least. I stood out a little compared to the more professional cosplayers. I arrived early, so the doors weren't open yet. My friends that were also going didn't arrive yet either. I saw a white car parked on the other side of the road.

An entitled mother got out with her kid and walked to the queue and started to point and laugh at the crowd at the door. People had to go past her to get to the door, so she'd stop people and laugh at the crowd at the door. People had to go past her to get to the door, so she'd stop people and laugh at them, calling them deadbeats and man children, which was completely false. They were parents with young children who were dressed up, not just teenagers and adults. And elbowing and tidal kid saying things like, aren't you lucky that you don't have to embarrass yourself in public like this? People were mostly ignoring her and muttering to themselves. It was freaking bizarre. She looked

straight at me and berated me for wearing pajamas as my costume and called me lazy for not having a proper cosplay. Then it happened, my saviors, a married couple I saw the rings, dressed as Jafar from Aladdin and rose courts from Steven Universe showed up. Now, these guys were professional. They look like they'd been to dozens of comic cons. They later won the costume contest. Entitled Mother starts her mocking, but then Jafar absolutely exploded at her. Other people started to join in, and they all jeered at her for having nothing better to do since she's the one who drove out, just so she could make fun of people who just wanted to enjoy an event. Entitled Mother goes right in the face, drags Entitled Kid Off, and drives away.

Freaking bizarre. I told my friends about it later, and we all had a laugh. It's 2019. Who makes fun of geeks and nerds for being into geeky and nerdy stuff? What's? That's not even a dirty word anymore. This is the most 1990 thing I've ever read. Game of Thrones is mainstream. Avengers

is the most profitable movie in history. Pokemon is the most profitable video game franchise in the world. Like this woman is living in the past. Our next Reddit post is from Dark Starlit Lowell. My daughter's birthday is tomorrow, but because we're also headed away on a long car journey for a holiday, we decided to have a mommy-daughter tea and cake thing at a local cafe. She is a very kind girl and loves to help me out, particularly since she found out I was pregnant.

She wanted to help me hold the tray for our food and drinks. It's not very busy, so I let her hold the whole thing while we walk over to the counter with the kinks on it. She puts it up on the side and points at which cakes she would like. Once we have our choices, we both push the tray along together so there's no spills. When it comes time to pick a drink, the apple juice she wants is in the top of the refrigerated shelves. I take my hand off the tray and lean up to pick one up. I trust my daughter not to tip over the tray. In the single second I look up to grab the carton, there's movement at my side and my

daughter starts shouting and crying. I turn to see some woman pulling the tray with our cakes on it away from her and my daughter is holding on to it still. As I'm about to shout at this woman, she shoves the tray back and forth, basically fleeing my daughter is holding onto it still. As I'm about to shout at this woman, she shoves the tray back and forth, basically fleeing my daughter to the floor. And the cakes also fall to the floor, plate smashing. She couldn't be bothered to get her own tray, so she stole hours. My daughter is really crying at this point,

and I hastily kick the shattered bits of plate aside with my foot so I can crouch down to help her out without hurting either of us. This jerk then had the audacity to try to lecture me on how I shouldn't let my daughter play with praise by herself, because it's dangerous and she could hurt herself and look what she's already done and I should be ashamed of myself. I effing, explode. I turn on this woman, absolutely livid, and I think the look on my face must have given her pause because she stopped trying to walk away with the tray and blink stupidly at me. How dare you!

I don't think my voice has ever been so deep and menacing. It attracts the attention of the staff and another woman with her two sons who look to be about 11 and 14. She doesn't just walk over, she storms. She's pretty fit looking in general, but her arms, holy moly. She rips the tray out of this woman's hands and rinses her arm behind her back. Then pins her in place against the glass of the cake display. The entitled mother is shouting in pain and after a few moments a girl about 15 years old

comes out of the seating area. Her daughter. The staff call the police and one rushes over with a broom and a first aid kit. She cleans up all the plate shards and cake splatters and helps me look over my daughter for cuts, etc. The whole time, entitled Mother is screaming about how she's being assaulted for no reason. How I was the thief in my three about to turn four year old is a thief in training. It takes about three or four minutes for the police to show up. The station is literally on the other side of the main road behind the shop with the

cafe. As they arrive, the entitled mother starts screaming at them to help her, that she's being attacked for no reason. The mama bear explains the situation calmly. I'm too busy trying to console my daughter. We both bruise like peaches, and I can already see the red mark covering the back of her thighs. She's going to be black and blue soon enough.

I'm very hormonal right now, so as much as I'm angry, I'm also crying at this point. The police, realizing that I'm pregnant and stressed, and that my daughter has sustained an injury, call in ambulance to ensure that we're both okay. Once we're at the hospital, we're both looked over, and the doctors confirmed that my daughter is going to have the bruise to end all bruises over her legs and bum. Aside from being stressed, I'm given the all clear, and then an officer appears to take my statement. They tell me the woman was arrested, and that Mama Bear, the staff of the cafe, and

entitled mother's own daughter gave statements against her. They've also got camera footage of the whole thing from the cafe, and entitled Mother's own daughter gave statements against her. They've also got camera footage of the whole thing from the cafe. I give my statement, and then able to take my daughter home. Our happy cake time is ruined, and now she's got to sit in the car on a massive painful bruise for the 8 plus hours we're going to be on the road. I am so angry. Even just writing this, I have to keep taking a few moments to not cry again.

I just, I know these entitled buttholes are out there, and I can deal with sucky comments and so on, but this woman assaulted my daughter and didn't give a flying flip. I have no idea what I would have done if Mama Bear hadn't come over when she did, but I am certain that there would have been bloodshed. I was so ready to rip her face off with my bare hands.

Today and tomorrow we're supposed to be so happy. It's her freaking birthday, and now she's going to be in pain, and there's nothing I can do about it. You bet your butt I'm going to be in pain and there's nothing I can do about it. You bet your butt I'm going to take her for all I can. But I've gotta go on my holiday first. Police have assured me that with the evidence and witness statements, this is almost certainly going to be a court case for child abuse.

It's likely going to take a little lot of sort things out. Paperwork I guess. I've never been to court before, so I'm not sure what to expect. These side marios all you can eat is all you can munch a soup, salad, and garlic homemove. Mommy, get out of the boot, put up in!

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You know what to do. Bed on it. Point-spit sportsbook and casino. I'm away 10 days, so I don't know how quickly things will be processed, but I've been told that the police will be in touch with me if they need anything more, and provided me with some contacts for appropriate lawyers should I need them. There was more, but I can barely think straight right now. My daughter is fine and napping right now, but I'm still just so overwhelmed by this incident. If I see that woman about anytime soon,

I think I'll actually kill her. I don't know about you guys, but I am so looking forward to OP's update when she tells us what happens to this entitled mother when she gets convicted of child abuse. So if you wanna find out what happens to this entitled mother when she gets convicted of child abuse. So if you want to find out what happens to this entitled parent, be sure to subscribe and turn on notifications so you will catch the update video.

That was our Slash Entitle Parents, and if you enjoyed this video, please like and subscribe because it really helps me out. We'll be back with more our Slash content right after this short break. Welcome to our Slash Entitle Parents, where we have probably the funniest wedding story I've ever heard. Our first reddit post is from Thelonius V. This story is about my friend's mother-in-law enter wedding. Strap in guys, this is a wild ride, in which I did THE THING that got me banned from

any of her family functions. Plus a few threats of dismemberment and bodily harm. A good friend of mine from university was getting married. They'd been a couple since her junior year of college, through her two years in the Peace Corps, and currently her return to this continent. Six years in total. She'd been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thinks her mother-in-law secretly hates

her. But she being a very quiet and sweet person pushed those thoughts aside. Point 1. She's a vegetarian and Jewish. Husband is not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner and figured she would just eat sides. Also, she brought a vegetarian casserole. Mother-in-law, after knowing her for three years and being told by husband a few weeks before about not to forget the friend doesn't eat meat, proceeded to put meat in every dish. My friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while mother-in-law cried to everyone that friend was so rude for not eating her cooking. Anyway, back to the story. A few friends and I were asked to be in the wedding. My friend has a huge family,

and so this was not going to be a small affair. Neither of them is particularly religious, but Frinset would be nice to be married under a hoopa. Think an arbor but four poles and covered with a white cloth and lots of flowers. Husband said he could care less and told her to go and rent one for the wedding. I was at the bridal shower when the mother-in-law found out that the pretty canopy was actually a hoopa. She almost lost her cool in front of a bunch of people, but managed to compose herself

and laugh angrily that if the Jews were being represented, so would the Catholics. In my head, I heard a record screech, Guys, they aren't Catholic. So after much fighting, a lot of screaming, crying, threatening to pull money, which is funny because she contributed nothing, mother-in-law lost. The boot was firmly placed and nothing was moving. Who but yes, Catholic priest, no. Things got stupid quiet. My friend texts me the night before the wedding that she has a bad feeling.

I tell her it's probably just nerves. She's getting married and this is a big deal. Oh how wrong I was. We all show up, get our hair and makeup done, slip into our bridesmaid dresses and hang out waiting for their brides to be finished with her hair. She makes a comment saying she hadn't seen Mother-in-law all day and that she skipped her hair and makeup appointment. We all side-eyed each other, took a few sips of wine and hoped the eerie feeling would

go away. 30 minutes later, as we're helping the bride into her dress, guess who shows up? If you guessed mother-in-law, you win a cookie. Flush from coming up to stairs, she is not a light woman. In full hair and makeup, and a white dress, not ivory, not cream, full snow-freaking white, the dress was clearly a wedding dress. It was even from David's bridal, which she would later shout at me. Floor length sat in with a sweetheart beaded top, a bit of a train, and off white lace

on the bottom. The dress was even tailored to her. This has been a long con she has orchestrated. The bride bursts into tears and aunts and friends ushered mother-in-law out. We did our best to console the bride, touched up her makeup, and made her a promise that the dress would never be seen in a photo. She looked me dead in the eye, and nodded. The game was on. The venue only supplied white wine and champagne for the

wedding party. But I grabbed my purse and ran down to the reception area and managed to flag and attend it by the bar and pried him with a cool $20 bill to give me a bottle of red early. I cracked the baby open, filled a solo cup to the brim with it and stalked outside. After a few swigs from the bottle for courage, I went over to where everyone was getting ready to take photos. With one last hard stare at my friend, I got her a nod of approval. I pulled out my phone, held it in front of my face like I was reading a text, and walked straight into mother-in-law. I poured the entire cup of red wine down the

front of her dress, jumped back, and gasped. The look on her face was murderous. She screamed, yelled, threatened, and promised she would sue me. People had to hold her back because she wanted to fight me. Eventually, she switched from screaming to sobbing and sank to the ground and threw a tantrum on the floor. Everyone moved back and just let her go at it and walked away to go take photos. It was surreal as if everyone just hit their limit and noped out away from her. That's 12 year old flower girl whipped out her phone and snapped a few photos

much to our amusement. This is already super long, but I will say that mother-in-law went home and changed only 20 minutes from the venue into a nice dark green, too small and low cut dress. Because of this, she missed all the photos. The wedding was beautiful. I got death glairs from everyone she told that I attacked her with wine. No cares were given as I drank and danced with friends. The bride thanked me in secret and three months later took me to the spa for a day of pampering. But I am officially that I cis grunt to mother-in-law and I'll take it with pride. So whoever that 12 year old out there who snapped the photos, if you happen to be watching this and you still have those photos of a sobbing wine covered by mother-in-law?

Please contact me. I will pay you cash money for the honor of publishing those photos on my YouTube channel. Also, OP Major Props, you are a true friend. Our next Reddit post is from Appropriate Rattish. So about a year ago, my wife and I found out that she was pregnant with twins. We were very excited and so were all our parents. The pregnancy wasn't easy. My wife went through such severe morning sickness that we weren't sure she'd be able to continue

the pregnancy. She's a trooper though and got through it. After 20 hours of labor and an emergency C-section, she gave birth to a healthy boy and girl. Until this point, my mom had been entirely supportive of the pregnancy and excited for the birth of her second and third grandchildren. However, her demeanor changed entirely when she saw our babies. For context, I'm a light-skinned black man, and my wife is a very fair white woman. When our babies were born, they didn't look black. They were just pink like most newborns.

My mom decided that these couldn't be my children, and my wife must have cheated. She walked up to my wife, who was feeding our daughter, and slapped her right across the face in front of me, my in-laws, my dad, and a nurse. Everything descended into chaos. Security came and cleared the room until child protective services and the police could do an investigation. Them and my wife, who had gone through a terrible pregnancy in birth, had to be left alone just hours later without me or her parents until an investigation could be conducted. It was horrendously traumatic for her and still effects her to this day. Since then, my mother hasn't been allowed to see my kids, but she calls routinely and leaves messages that switch between apologizing and

screaming obscenities. My in-laws have been over a lot to help with the babies, and I've told my mom to f-off a fair number of times. My wife never wants to see her again, and I really don't want to either. Also, after a little while, the pinkness wore off, and the babies are very clearly mixed race and look exactly like me. So turns out that physically assaulting a new mother, holding a newborn isn't a good idea. Who could have thought? Our next reddit post is from Aussie Dead Lost.

I've been thinking about writing this for a while, but since the most stupid discussion I've ever had happen happened tonight, I've just got to get this out. So quick back story, I married my current wife, entitled parent and she had three kids prior to us meeting. Entitled Kid 1, my stepson age 13. Entitled Kid 2, my stepson age 12. And Entitled Kid 3, my stepdaughter age 10. We have two kids together who as of writing this aren't entitled brats.

For how young they are, they're quite good. A few years ago, entitled kid 1 decided to make up stories about me to his teacher, saying I've been abusing him and his siblings. Child services did a thorough investigation and found it to be all made up, and ever since I've kept my distance from any parental roles, I have to admit I find their entitlement incredibly annoying and lose my temper from time to time. Most of the time though, I just walk away. Also, don't know how relevant, but their biological dad, entitled dad, has been out of the picture until two years ago and has since one enough custody and refuses to work.

So we have to pay him child support, even though the kids are with us more than half the time. Here's the story from today. Due to how our routines work, it's up to me to get the little kids ready each morning. I also take them to the respective school and daycare. However, all three entitled kids are expected to get themselves ready and daycare. However, all three entitled kids are expected to get themselves ready and catch the buses. Entitled Kid I always leaves to go to his grandparents because he gets to make a lunch consisting of nothing but sugar. Entitled Kid II usually follows but didn't this morning. Instead, thought it was a great idea to just stuff about. I don't prompt him or tell him what to do because as their entitled mother says, you can't

force them, they have to want to do the right thing. So I'm going about my business not really paying attention to them. Then out of the blue, entitled kid to start yelling at me. You moron, you should have told me how late it was. Now I'm going to miss my bus. This is all your fault, you idiot. You suck. This tyrade goes on for a while.

I ignore it, but in my head, I'm getting angrier and angrier. I call his grandmother and tell her to take him to school as she works there. I call and let entitled mom know what happened and this is the text I got. Sorry entitled kid too got cross at you this morning. I think you need to let it go. We know when he is stressed he doesn't deal with things properly. Perhaps I'll talk to him about it later when he's calm. Anyway, no one needs the stress.

I read it and don't say anything. So come later in the day. I'm not happy at all over cleaning up and doing everything for the entitled kids and entitled mother notices and gets crossed with me for being distant about it all. This is what happened. You need to let it go. But it's happening all the time. Why don't you do something about it? Because they need to choose to do the right thing. What?

What are you going to do about it? Well, I'll leave if it doesn't stop. I'm not stopping you. It isn't fair everyone keeps telling me what to do with my kids. Well, doing nothing about their bad behavior is a bad parent move. No, it isn't, as I know they will do the right thing. You just need to let it go. So you're telling me that I have to make a change and allow them to keep treating me like garbage? Yes, they're just babies!

So, we can't even meet in the middle. If you could meet all the expectations, then maybe you would have an argument for that. I need to know what you plan to do. Okay, alright. I have to go. I'm sick of being judged by everyone because I don't do what people think I should do.

She just left. I'm sitting in the bathroom thinking I don't feel anything anymore. I just feel numb from it. So normally I don't add stories like this because it's not quite as juicy as your typical entitled parent story. But I decided to put it in today's video because it gives incredible insight into why entitled parents are such bad parents. They have so much faith in their kids like they think their kids are so precious, so adorable

that they just expect them to be good. And then when people call them out on their bad parenting, it makes them defensive because it means that both they're a bad parent and their kid is a bad kid, so they get defensive and just shut it down, and instead of listening to advice they just default to doing nothing. So it's like a feedback loop, the worst the kids are, the more people complain to the parents, and the more people complain to the parents, the more the parents just shut down and don't follow any of the advice. That was our Slash Entitled Parents, and if you enjoyed this video, please be sure to hit that subscribe button, because I just hit 1 million subs, and I want to hit 2 million

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