rSlash - r/Entitledparents "YOU'RE A CHILD SO YOU ARE MY SLAVE!"

Episode Date: May 4, 2020

r/Entitledparents Get ready for some insane entitled parents! In today's story, an entitled step-father thinks that he owns his step-son, so he threatens and assaults his step-son and tries to kick him out of the house. This step-father has been sneaky, and has hidden all of the abuse from OP's mother. But OP finally figures out a way to expose the step-father for who he really is, and OP's mom kicks the step-father out instead! If you like this video and want to see more, this the subscribe button! Watch on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NBBcsRJpFE Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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where an abusive stepfather gets his just desserts. Let me first give you some background so you get where people are coming from. My father left a few years ago. Mom bought a small house from the money from the divorce and a few months ago she got herself a boyfriend. At first I was truly happy she had moved on, but soon I realized she's fallen for a real piece of garbage. Now you need to understand, my father was an alcoholic and a narcissist, so my mom's normal meter was truly broken. Anybody treating her halfway decent must have appeared like Prince Charming to her. So please don't judge her to our see-for choices. I don't. Now he was not only halfway decent,

he really treated her well, though he was an a-hole to me. Brought her flowers, went out to eat regularly, etc. But what I realized, and she didn't, was that he was a parasite. He had maybe 100 bucks to his name, and his only income was support from the state, a couple hundred bucks. Now I already hear you ask, how did he afford flowers and going out? Well, by living rent-free and having all of his costs paid for, till he gets back on his feet. One last thing, he soon started to show an immense entitlement towards me. Basically, he said this is his house so I have to follow his rules. Of course, I told him this is my mom's

house, not his, and I don't have to do anything unless mom tells me to. He took that really badly since he has an ego problem, as you probably already guessed. I tried to tell my mom, but she wouldn't believe me since he always acted very nice to me when she was around. But as soon as she wasn't, the cold war started. He pulled a lot of small stunts, like demanding and a patronizing voice I'd bring a beer while watching TV with me while mom was on the toilet. When she came back, he told her that he had asked me nicely to bring him a beer when I stood up to get something, but I refused, insulted him and sat back down. So of course, she told me to apologize and get him beer.

I tried to explain but she wouldn't let me. So he kept pulling petty BS to establish dominance. After this whole story, I asked my mom why she would always believe him and not let me explain. Apparently, he had told her I was super jealous he was in the house and wanted to get rid of him by trying to make him look bad. So she backed him to show me he's not going anywhere. Time for the main act. I had gone out Friday night and came back at 3am. My mom was gone over the weekend and he effing exploded. How dare I disrespect him like that coming home this late. I told him calmly he doesn't get to declare a curfew for me and my mom allows me to come

home this late. Which is true, provided I stated the house to three specific people I'm friends with, whose parents are friends with my mom. He flipped out even more and called me a dirty liar. He then gave the classic line, as long as you put your legs under my table. And me being a smart ass of course answered, this is my mom's house and my house. You're a guest here. He screamed at me, he's going to kick me out of the house, and I'll not be allowed

back to my mom returns. I screamed back, he can't do that since this is not his house. I threatened to call my mom. He emboldened by her backing him up all the time, told me to do just that. But I better not lie to her and tell her what's actually happening. I put her on speaker and told her, he's trying to kick me out of the house till you come back on Monday. It was Saturday. She didn't believe me and told me to put him on the line. So he started by telling her I disrespected him as the man of the house by coming home so late and lying to him about her being okay with me staying at my friend's house and that I need to learn to respect him.

So it's up to him how he disciplines me since she's not there. Then he lied and said he told me to be home by 1am. For the first time he let his mask slip and she picked up on it right away. So let me get this straight. I allow my son to be out tell 3, but you think you get to overrule my decision on my son, and now you think you get to kick my son out of his house? He realized he effed up. He tried to get her to take his side, but only dug his whole deeper. Well, he keeps not respecting me in my own house. If you let him win now,

he'll never respect me. And do you think the right punishment for disrespect is to kick him out for two days? Yes, finally you get it. I knew you'd come around. Well, he did nothing wrong since he's allowed to go out that long. You have no right to overrule my decisions on my son. But I'm not done. Apparently you think the right punishment for your disrespect

is to kick you out until Monday. But I only have 100 bucks. This isn't fair. Where am I supposed to go? I'm sure my son had even less money and you didn't give a flip. You've got 30 minutes to leave. I'll tell the neighbor to check.

If you're still there in half an hour, he will call the police and have you arrested for trespassing. When I come home Monday, we'll talk. I'm such an idiot that I believed you over my son. Once mom came home, I told her how he kept pulling this BS on me and she was so sorry she kept backing him up. I tried to tell her many times. He treated me exactly like my father did when she wasn't

around, one major reason for their divorce. But since he treated her so differently and acted so differently from my father, she believed him that I was jealous and tried to get rid of him. But when she heard him say the words my father said so many times, you owe me respect since you live in MY house. She suddenly realized I was telling the truth all along while he was a liar. This is why she got so furious so fast. She never realized how badly he really treated me and how entitled he acted, since he had

hidden it so well before. But when he started to talk about deserving respect in his own house from me, something my father kept saying. A house he didn't put a penny into, but was somehow his. Even worse was thinking he'd overrule her on her own son. My father kept overruling her decisions. So she finally saw through him and got all the evidence she needed that I was telling the truth all along. They broke up that Monday. He never even got back into the house. They met for coffee and she demanded her keys back. Originally, she wanted to give him a month, but when she entered the bar they met at, he right away started to scream at her,

how dare she kick him out of the house like this, and that now he would never get the respect for me that he's entitled to. So she told him that she's only there to ask for the keys back and that they're through. So, basic being a decent human 101. Respect isn't deserved, it's earned. Our next reddit post is from that's one hardcore jakes. My mom and dad met when they were 14. They never really hit it off until they were about 23 to 25. The story starts in 1994. While they were dating, my grandmother was always saying things such as, My daughter deserves the best, and has no business with someone who's dirt poor. My dad wasn't poor, but wasn't very wealthy.

He always had a job, and has multiple degrees under his belt. When I was being conceived, he was working as a security guard and pulling in a decent amount of money to keep himself and my mother happy. My mother would work day shifts at a local grocery store, packing shelves, working the checkouts, etc. Jumping forward a few weeks later, my parents decided to tell my grandmother that they're having a baby. Me.

They'd already told my dad's family and it was good vibes all around. But once they told my mother's mom, she wasn't very happy. When mom told her, she walked away, went outside for a cigarette, and didn't talk to mom or dad for about 15 minutes. According to dad, mom started bawling her eyes out and locked herself in the bathroom. My grandmother comes back inside and walks up to my father and says, here's what's gonna happen. She's gonna get an abortion and you're going to disappear.

My father was absolutely destroyed that she didn't approve of the pregnancy. So dad left the house and went home without my mother. I don't know what happened when dad left the house. I haven't heard what happened after that. 1995. I'm born. While my mother was in the hospital, my grandmother came up to see me. According to both my parents, she kept calling me HERE, baby. Dad kept his cool in the hospital as he didn't want to cause a scene as there were other patients in the room that my mother was in. But my mother absolutely freaked out. She asked my grandmother to leave and was saying something along the lines of, how dare you! You tried to force

me to get an abortion and now you want to say he's your baby? No, F you, etc. From what I gather, my grandmother ends up leaving. A few days later, it all blows over and my mother and grandmother are okay. 2004. My father is suffering from depression, anxiety, and had lost his job. Metrolinks and crosslinks are reminding everyone to be careful, as Eglinton

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starts to belittle him on the phone. Here a worthless piece of garbage. My daughter is gonna be homeless because of you and your son will be taken from you. Dad hangs up the phone. A few weeks go by, and still, no one wants to hire him. My father starts falling into a deep depression. He starts spinning the next few days in bed just crying. I remember coming into the room trying to play with him, and he would just lay there staring into nothingness.

A few days go by, I think I'm upstairs playing my PlayStation or playing with something as kids do, and I hear my mother screaming. I run downstairs and my mother screams, oh, P, help! I finally get to her and I see her trying to lift my father up around his ankles. I look up at my father and he had tried to kill himself

by hanging. We cut him down and sent him to the hospital and they hold him for 72 hours. A few days go by and dad tells mom that my grandmother had sent a letter to dad telling him that this family would be a lot better off if you just disappeared. My mother cut all contact with my grandmother after that and dad starts going to therapy. Just to clarify, my dad is still alive and well in 2020. After he started going to therapy, he became a lot more open with his feelings and started to improve mentally.

2015. It's Christmas and we have some family and friends over. We're all having a good time, some family members are having a good laugh while others are very drunk. Either way, it was good vibes all around. Around 5.30pm my mother's phone rings. It's my grandmother. My mother disappears into her room with her phone and doesn't come out for two hours.

Me and dad check on her every half hour to see if she's okay. When the phone call ends about two hours later, she comes out and pulls me aside and tells me what she was talking about. Apparently, my grandmother lied to my mother her entire life about who her real father is. My mom is bawling her eyes out and dad grabs her and they both disappear into the bedroom for a little while. About 30 minutes later they come out, sit everyone down at the party and tell them what had happened. Everyone's disgusted in my grandmother and most of them don't talk to her ever again after that little stunt. November 1st, 2019. It's my father's birthday. My mother bought my father tickets to see his favorite band, Grinspoon. Both are very excited as

they haven't seen them playing years. They get ready and go to the concert. While at the concert, my mother complains about a headache. She takes a few painkillers and soldiers on. They watch five of the supporting acts and the headache is getting immensely worse. Grinchpin comes on stage and starts rocking out. They finish their first song and mom says to dad, we need to go home, my head is killing me. Dad throws her in the car and they both drive home. The second they get home, mom is fronting to the front door, runs into the

bathroom and vomits. Dad follows behind her and holds her hair and gets her glass of water. Mom did have a few drinks with the concert, but she was a drunk or even tipsy. After she has a good vomit, she goes and lays down in the couch with dad. 10 minutes goes by, and mom's eyes start rolling into the back of her head. We all start to freak out. Next minute later, she's having a seizure. Dad calls 0,000 and we rush her to the hospital. After a few tests, Dad rangs me and says, you need to come to the hospital now.

I get to the hospital and dad is waiting outside. He holds me and says, oh, P, you need to say goodbye to your mother. She's had a stroke and the doctor say you need to say goodbye now just in case she doesn't make it. I say my goodbyes to my mother and she hits the surgery. Six hours later we get a phone call. The surgery was a success and she's alive.

Me and my father are over the moon. The doctor has explained to us that she's lost a lot of her motor functions but we're getting most of it with therapy. A few days later, I'm at work and my dad is going to the hospital to visit mom. My dad goes to walk into her room and, guess who's there, my grandmother. Somehow she caught wind of this. I don't know what was said between her and dad while mom was recovering, but I know he's said to keep it under wraps as we will tell everyone in the next few days.

The next day, dad goes up to the hospital and my grandmother is there again. Only this time, she's brought people that we don't even know. Dad immediately leaves and calls me to ask who they are. I tell him I have no idea. I call my mother's sister, my aunt, and ask what the hell is going on. Apparently they're just my grandmother's friends and in my personal opinion had no right to be there as they didn't know my mother at all. Now I'm not a violent person at all, but while I was on the phone with my auntie, I said

to her, do you really think my grandmother deserves to be in the same room as my mother? She's cut her out for years and now only gives a flip when she almost dies. What about when she needed her support? My auntie said nothing. I reply with, you know, if I was the one that walked in and saw her, she would be very lucky to leave with a full head of hair. I hang up the phone. After that phone call, my auntie must have spoke to my grandmother and she never returned

to the hospital. Two days go by. I get a phone call from the one and only witch of the west. I answer not knowing who it is. Hello, OP speaking. She replies, Hey OP, it's your grandmother, remember me? I reply with, yeah, sadly I do.

What the after you want? She starts going off her nut at me, calling me every name under the sun and saying that now that my mother is immobile, that she's going to try to become her care and that she's going to make up a bunch of lies up on how my dad is a drug addict. My dad's never touch illegal substance in his life. While she's losing her cool, I press the record button on my phone and just let it capture

everything. She hangs up and I immediately get a lawyer. I see the lawyer a few days later when we talk it over, because I'm my mother's son, I legally can sign to become her carer. So I do, and I give my lawyer the audio recording of the phone call me and my grandmother had. I hand the lawyer the USB with recording on it and she plugs it into her laptop. She listens to it and is in total shock. We set up a court date to take my grandmother to court. Two months ago, we finally go to court.

My grandmother is facing two counts of harassment over cellular device and one kind of defamation of character. She's also not allowed to go near my mother or anyone else in my household until 2023. Overall, I'm satisfied with the verdict. Also, my mother is doing much better since this stroke and is slowly regaining all her motor functions. I couldn't be more proud of her. This absolute hypocrite judged her daughter for having a kid with a man.

Meanwhile she's lying to her daughter's face about who her real dad is. What a garbage human being. Our next credit post is from Blue Ellen. Hey, so I got reminded of a lady at my job who seriously tried to get me to passionately hug and have a baby. So, I may sexual have been that way for years. I've also been diagnosed with unspecified psychosis, depression and anxiety. The chance of me passionately hugging a slim and the chance of me having kids is even slimmer. My co-workers know about my mental issues. I ended up in a mental hospital for a

bit and they wondered where I was. And this one parent was trying desperately for me to passionately hug because she thought it would cure my depression and a baby would cure my psychosis. Why is she entitled? Because she has three kids that she only kept around for a check and blew all her money on drugs. But she apparently has enough knowledge to know how to cure mental illness. She also tried hitting on guys young enough to be her kids, and no matter how many times

I told her passionate hugging wouldn't cure me, she never dropped it. She finally got locked up, and after her second time her kids were taken away. But having kids worked out so well for her, so I should just listen. That was our Slash Entitled Parents, and if you like this video, then let me know by hitting the like button because it really helps my channel grow.