rSlash - r/Entitledparents My Dad Expects Me to Give Him My Paychecks

Episode Date: August 17, 2021

r/Entitledparents In today's episode, OP has the misfortune of having a father who's an entitled parent. His father has a gambling addiction, and he genuinely believes that OP should give him his paycheck each month so that he can go out and blow it all at the casino. OP is 20 and needs the money for college, but that doesn't stop his father from being an entitled jerk. If you like this content, subscribe for more daily Reddit episodes! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to R-Slash, a podcast where I read the best posts from a cross-reddit. Today's subreddit is R-Slash entitled Parents, where an entitled Mother Eats Glass. Our next Reddit post is from Hidden Nightmares. This story is about my stepdad nearly kicking me out because I spent the money that I worked for for college. For a background, I'm 20 years old and I'm about to start my last semester of community college before I go to university. I work at a casino, stocking shelves to save and pay for my semester. My stepdad is a veteran who did 20 years of service, and he has a gambling addiction at the casino where I work. This is important later.

So when I got my most recent paycheck, I went ahead and paid for my fall semester. This took pretty much 85% of my paychecks, so I didn't have a lot to spare at the time. About 5 minutes later, my stepdad walked into the living room where I was just watching YouTube. Hopefully our slash. Hey OP, do you get paid today? Yeah, I did, but I just paid my tuition, so I don't have a lot of cash to spare right now.

WHAT? WHY? WHY WHAT? WHY would you spend all your money? It was for school. My semester is going to start in a month, so I had to... I don't give a sh**. You should have come to me first before you spent your money.

Don't you care about your family? It's my money that I worked for, so I can spend it on whatever I want. School is more important than going to the casino and losing it. How dare you talk back to me, you piece of s**t! I didn't serve 20 years in the army to deserve this, and he then continued on about how he served his country and why I owe him for all that he did in the military and him putting food on the table when I was a kid. When really, all he ever did was spend his GI money on gambling and let my mom just struggle

by herself. The argument got heated, and I yelled things that I shouldn't have said, like, I don't owe you a thing. He said that my mom shouldn't have raised me and I should have stayed with my meth-head dad. Eventually our conversation came to a head and he told me to leave or he'd call the cops. I got in my car and drove off and I came back when my mom told me to come home because she would deal with him after work. I apologized for what I said, but he never

apologized to me. He just soaked on the couch watching TV for the rest of the day. His truck broke down a couple of days later and he tried to blame me for it because I never gave him money. Oh, P, if I were you, I would take this as a sign that yeah, it's probably time to move out. If he's gonna be that toxic over you not giving him your own money, then who knows what else he's capable of. I know it's tough and expensive to move out on your own, but everyone's gotta do it at

some point. Well, almost everyone. I love my four month old daughter and I went under grow up to be happy, but a tiny part of me hopes that she grows up to be a complete and total loser. That way, that way she never moves out of the house and gets to spend all of her time with her parents. Selfish and insane, I realize, and it's not something I really want, but still, why move out?

Why not spend all your time with your dear old mom and pop? Our next reddit post is from Ulfer. Many years ago, my friends and I went out to a friendlies. My friends were a couple with a baby, and we receded one table over from a family that consisted of both parents. And three kids who were so out of control that it seemed more like they had five kids. Clearly, that family instilled discipline at home using loud volume, which doesn't really work in a public setting like a restaurant. The kids were bloody obnoxious and very loud all throughout their meal, so the dad said that only the parents will be getting ice cream because they're the only ones who behaved.

I will say in the parents' defense that they did try to keep control over the hellions, they just failed. They shot their kids' glares and used that line. This discussion isn't over. Using that parental tone one has when they would really love to yell, but they can't because they're in public. When the parents ice cream arrived, what little control they had over their kids completely evaporated. Now the kids were running around the restaurant, acting like a gigantic pain in the butts. One of the kids actually bumped the high chair that my friend's infant was in, and the baby went from peacefully snoozing to crying.

At this point, the mother upped her game and started whacking her glass Sunday dish with her metal spoon to get the kids' attention. Apparently that worked, and the kids eventually came back and the mom took a bite of her ice cream. She then had this awful look on her face and put both hands against her mouth and ran to the bathroom. The mother came out a few minutes later and whispered something to the father, and at that point, what few afraid bits of control that he had over his temper just completely dissolved. He started screaming bloody murder about the restaurant trying to kill the

mother and how he's going to shut this whole place down. The waitress came over to see what was going on and she was blown aside and left sobbing. The manager briefly slowed down the father, but the father home did on this poor guy who was scooping ice cream. The father grabbed this poor kid by the front of his uniform and the father was a large man while the poor kid scooping ice cream was rather scrawny. Two other guys from the kitchen see what's happening and grab the father because, oh my god this isn't a movie. They're at least successful in preventing the father from punching this poor kid and then

the mother screams out, I'm bleeding, we need to go. The father drops the kid, shakes off the tutu to a grabbed him and the whole family leaves promising to sue. The waitress, the manager and the kitchen folk all have a brief huddle trying to figure out what the hell that was all about. The father was so furious that he was incoherent and no one knew why the mother was bleeding. The police arrived at the front of the restaurant and the manager goes out to talk to them while

our poor waitress asked us how we'd like to pay for our meal. I go to hand her my card and say, that was something else, huh? I don't know how that guy didn't realize that she was the one who broke her own dish and put glass in her ice cream. The waitress froze when she heard this from me, my card still in her hand, and she asked me to repeat myself.

I do, and she zips over to the manager and the cops who then walk over to me. I relate everything that I saw, and the manager thinks me to an uncomfortable extent and ask for my contact information just in case they decide to sue. The manager comped our entire meal and gave us each a free ice cream card to be redeemed whenever. I actually got a few phone calls about a year later from lawyers on both sides.

The plaintiff's counsel sounded really disappointed after hearing from me and the defense's counsel sounded positively gleeful. Our next read it posted from Terran Neal. Plantiff's Council sounded really disappointed after hearing from me, and the Defences Council sounded positively gleeful. Our next reddit post is from Teran Neal. Back in April of this year, my wife and I had a baby. During that time, COVID was still rampant, and restrictions were still strict. The hospital rules were that my wife was allowed to have two people on file that could visit her, but only one could be in the hospital at a time.

Since I'm her husband and the father of her child, she obviously chose me as her first support person, and then she chose my mom as her second. My wife was high risk, so she had to have a plan C section. Prior to the operation, I texted my mom, we're getting ready to go back to the operating room, say a quick prayer. Then I went back there with my wife. My wife ended up losing a lot of blood during the surgery, so her recovery took a really long time.

During my wife's recovery, I was in the nursery with a baby, making sure that everything was okay with them. About an hour into my wife's recovery, a nurse came in and said, hey, there's someone on the phone asking for you. Can I transfer them over? I said sure, and the phone in the nursery rang, so I answered. Hello? How dare you don't answer me! I've been texting and calling all day! That was my mom on the phone. What do you mean? I don't even have my phone. My wife is still in recovery. You're a liar! You texted me earlier that you were going back to this surgery room. Yeah, I did,

but then I left my phone in the hospital room so that I could be emotionally supportive to my wife and not be on my phone during the birth of my child. What? You mean you didn't even take a video of the surgery? I told everyone that I would have videos deposed. Uh, no, I didn't. And even if I did, I wouldn't want those videos

posted on Facebook. I cannot believe you. Don't you talk to me that way? I can't believe that you would do this to me on my day. With Thrive Small Business Off-Dware and never miss a message again, Thrive offers one solution to communicate, market, and run your business. But simply, small businesses run better on Thrive. Get Command Center for free today at thrive.ca. That's THR-Y-V dot CA. Terms and conditions apply.

Free plans have limited functionality. At that point, I just got tired of her and hung up the phone made conversation. I then just didn't talk to her for a while and finally had time to get my phone back. I took some pictures of the baby and sent them to my mom hoping she was just being emotional earlier and I gave her a call. When she answered the phone, she was crying. Oh, why would you do this to me? Do what to you?

Push me away like this. It's been hours and I haven't been able to see the baby. Huh? My wife is still in recovery. You're lucky I'm even able to send you pictures. I don't care if she's still in recovery. I should be allowed to come see the baby. This is my day and you're ruining it.

Mom, listen. I love you but you're not going to do this to me today. I'll talk to you later and I hung up on her. Later that day, after my wife was out of surgery and stabilized, we let my mom come see the baby. Keep in mind that, in order for my mom to come see the baby, I had to leave the hospital due to COVID policy. The whole time that my mother was in the room with my baby and my wife,

she was complaining about how we pushed around, left her in the room with my baby and my wife, she was complaining about how we pushed around, left her in the dark, and ruined her day. My mother kept me away from my own baby by not leaving the hospital for more than an hour. I know that my story isn't as radical as some of the other stories here, but my mother is still entitled and narcissistic. And trust me, I have plenty more stories of my own mom being an entitled mother. I might just have to share some more soon. Okay, I've got to ask.

I don't really use Facebook, so I don't know what's normal, but do people actually post videos of their surgeries and actual childbirth procedures on Facebook? As in, hey everyone, here's what my uterus looks like, because that sounds disgusting

and awful. Why would anyone want to post that? Let alone watch it. Our next reddit post is from Once Upon Dakota. So basically, my parent just never decided to tell me that I was lactose intolerant. As a kid, I never liked milk and cheese, and yogurt was always iffy. My pediatrician was always extremely concerned about my calcium intake because I was borderline underweight and kind of brittle. My mom and grandma always swudged the truth with our pediatrician because they were completely obsessed with the image of being perfect parents. Huh. So as I got older, I started noticing that every time I drank chocolate milk, I got horrible

heartburn that wouldn't go away from any form of heartburn medicine. It was a running joke in my family that I had mutant medicine-resistant heartburn. Now, in my family, you don't go to see the doctor unless something is broken or you're dying. Anything else was seen as weakness or an annoyance, so nothing was ever done about my mutant heartburn. Eventually, my mom got annoyed by me constantly complaining about my heartburn and got me lactate while saying, oh yeah, you had to be on soy formula because you weren't gaining weight the first two months of your life on normal formula. NCPS was almost called, cool, cool, love that. Down in the comments, I'm gonna read this post from SoonlyXO.

You should have drunk four gallons of milk and then sh** all over her house to assert dominance. And then OP replies, well, they're still time for that. You asked for this mother! Our next Reddit post is from ChaosGamerGirl. So I'm a type 1 diabetic. This means that my body doesn't produce any insulin, and I have to get it from an external source. The source that works best for me is an insulin pump, which is connected to my body. Without insulin, I would die a rather nasty and painful death.

I can disconnect the pump for short periods to shower, change clothes, etc. but 99% of the time it's connected to my body. I usually wear the pump on my waistband. This allows me to easily access it and make changes to my insulin as needed. I was over at my mother-in-law's house when my pump had an alert. My blood sugar was trending low and this can be quite serious so it's allowed in demanding alarm. I cleared the alert and grabbed a few fruits next to raise my sugar levels. My 5 year old nephew heard the alert and asked me what it was, and I told him. I explained that it's a medical device I wear to keep me healthy.

He considers this, and then holds out his hand demanding to see it. I refuse since it's a medical device that I need to live. Besides that, my nephew isn't gentle with anything and breaks most of his toys really quickly. I tell him know again and knowing that he rarely hears that word, I move my pump from my waistband to clip it to my bra. That way he can't just grab it, which is absolutely something he would do. He starts crying and wailing, so his mother, my sister-in-law, comes running in. She screams at me, asking me what I did. I just shrugged and said that I told him no, he couldn't have my insulin pump. She scoffed at me and told me to just hand it over. She said that I can go with that up for a little bit and that my nephew deserves to see it. You should be

stimulating his natural curiosity instead of trying to hamper it. I refuse again and tell her to drop it, it is not going to happen. But he's a child! Now I've dealt with these two before so I know that she's not going to be able to drop it. I said no to her child and that's unforgivable. I was getting a headache from their screaming so I just turned and left. I didn't need to be there anymore, so I just went home. I'm sorry that I'm not willing to risk my health and my well-being just to entertain your child. Oh wait, no, I'm not sorry. Ha ha ha!

Okay, so I went to go look up how much an insulin pump costs, and a personal insulin pump can cost anywhere from $4,500 to $6,500. You know, that assumes that your insurance doesn't cover it, which might be the case. So, in addition to OP handing her life over to this kid, she was also handing over a device that was presumably worth like $5,000. I don't blame you OP, I would have shut that kid down as well. Our next Reddit post is from No Park. About a year ago, me and my wife bought our own house after saving up for quite a while, and we were able to get a two story three floor house. That is, two floors above ground and a basement. We then renovated our house and moved in shortly after.

About a month after we moved in, my mother lost her job and couldn't continue to pay for her own house, so I told her that she could live with me and my wife and live in the basement, which has a bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and living room. So it's basically like its own house. I didn't make her pay bills or anything, just because she's my mom. Recently though, she's been asking me to clean her dishes, vacuum the basement for and clean my office space, which she doesn't even need to be in. My office is on the third floor, and I specifically told her not to go up there. I then told her that I don't have to clean for her, and I reminded her that she lives down in the basement, and she should clean her basement whenever she wants, and that I'll

clean the upstairs whenever I want. When I tell her that, though, she gets extremely upset and steals my things. First it was my car keys, then my TV remote, and now my keyboard and mouse for my PC, which I need for work. She stole these things when I told her no, I wouldn't clean the office, and that it's my house and my rules. I asked her for the keyboard and mouse back, but she simply yelled at me and kept the door to the basement shut and locked. After that, I unlocked the basement door with my house keys, but she started to push the

door shut on me. I just continued to push the door open until I was through the door, and she fell, and threatened to call the police on me for assault. I grabbed my keyboard and mouse, and then just went upstairs without a word. It's now the next morning, and I'm still not entirely sure what to do. I don't even know if I want to talk to my mother right now. OP, I hate to say this because it's your own mom, but if she's stealing your things, sabotaging your daily life, and threatening to call the cops and you for assault, then you really need to get her out of your house. Mother or no mother, that's extremely destructive

behavior, and you can't enable it. That was our Slash Entitled Parents and if you like this content, you can sponsor my podcast to unlock extra episodes. Also, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.