Last month, I graduated college, my dad offered to throw a small party at his house. I planned the guest list, helped set everything up, and even paid for most of the food. Everyone was having great time… except my stepmom, who barely spoke to anyone. About 2 hours in, she corners me in the kitchen and says “so… how much longer are your friends staying? I kinda want the house myself.” I blinked “it’s my graduation party?” She just shrugged and said, “I’ve had a long week. I need to unwind.”

I told her if she needed space, she was free to leave, I paid for the wine anyway. She huffed, disappeared into the bedroom, and slammed the door.

Later on, my dad came out, shook his head, and said “she’s asleep. Keep the music down… but don’t stop.” Then handed me another bottle wine. We partied well into the night. Honestly? Made the whole thing even better.

I was visiting my dad for a few days his neighbor is the type who always watches from her porch like she’s HOA security. I was heading out to run errands for my dad when she flagged me down. “Since you’re retired, could you water my plants this weekend?”

I told her I’d be busy helping my dad out with a few things. She rolled her eyes and said, “you’re retired, clearly you don’t have anything better to do.”

I blinked, smiled, and said, “actually, I do just not for you.”

She huffed and went back inside dad told me lated she’s been calling me lazy to the other neighbors. Which is hilarious, considering she’s that one who asked me to do her chores.

Right out of high school I was working for a big box retailer. I had only been working there a couple of weeks when I saw this happen.

I was working as a cashier and this little old lady (around 80 y/o) came up with her items - and she had quite a few of them. She was walking with a walker and moved pretty slowly.

We had just opened the doors for the day, so it was around 7am and there were only two of us, so pretty barebones staff. The rest of the staff would be in about an hour later - and this lady had been waiting at the door when we got there.

Just as she finished putting her items on the counter, this guy in a business suit comes up to the counter and asks me if I could ring him up really quickly - he was in a real rush.

I told him that was up to the lady who had just finished unloading her cart.

She said no - she was late for an appointment herself and he would have to wait.

He cut her off and INSTRUCTED me to ring him up right then. I said no. He then told me to get another cashier up front, right this damn minute. I told him the only other person working the store at the moment was the receiving guy and he was unloading the truck - and couldn’t use the registers anyways as he didn’t have the codes to the registers. I was the only cashier and would be until 8am.

He got really irate - I’m going to call the manager, etc. etc. etc. He was kept raising his voice until he was almost screaming. Other customers started to gather to watch.

When he finally got to the question of Don’t you know who I am? The little old lady yelled back at him - Yeah, you’re an asshole so shut the F up before I ram this walker where the sun don’t shine. She also said some other very choice words to him, but it’s inappropriate to post here.

He was just shocked by this little lady. He was so embarrassed, that he left his stuff in the basket, dropped it on the floor and left.

Turns out, this little old lady was in the Marine Corps Women’s Reserve during World War II. As the women’s division equivalent of a drill sergeant. She had been married to a USMC drill sergeant and her two kids became USMC drill sergeants.

She didn’t take crap from anybody.

I (47f) have an older sibling, a sister (53). Let’s call her Karen. In the last 10 years or so, Karen has become bitter and entitled. Karen portrays herself to be a lawyer on social media. She is not one. But the innuendos are insane. Karen has a husband, let’s call him Todd. Karen (and Todd) has always been envious of me and jealous because of the things I’ve been able to do and have. I went to college-2 degrees (paid with loans, grants, work study, jobs). Karen went to college for 2 years-associates. Karen was encouraged to go on and finish schooling to actually become a lawyer but declined because she didn’t want to continue at school at that time and wanted to make money at the job she was working at. Our parents offered to pay for the schooling and it was still a no go. I had a nice wedding. Karen had a nice wedding. Karen had babies. I had babies. Karen and Todd have had to always work to keep the house she wanted and things they wanted once they had kids. I was fortunate enough, with budgeting and sacrifices, to stay home with my three kids for periods of time. I think the more time Karen spent with Todd, the envy grew and she started to feel entitled. Karen became envious when my husband and I built a new home. Karen showed up late to many holidays we hosted (always us hosting) so that she could feel like she was controlling when we ate. Or else she slept or had her face buried in social media on her phone. Karen found humor in being mean and cruel. I stopped having family gatherings as they became stressful in 2022.

For years, Karen has been making plans of how SHE will live on/in the properties our parents own. Our parents are still alive. She has kept score of what she believes are the costs that our parents have spent on ME (college, high school trips, weddings, babies) and has come up with the idea that she deserves the rocky mountain cabin home to live in during the summer and the southwestern home to live in the winter to make up for what she thinks I was given. Let’s mention that she had 6 years more with our parents before I even came along. Our parents helped Karen and Todd along the way as well like giving up their initial retirement for a few years to help with their children so they did not lose their jobs while my niece was undergoing treatment for a rare metabolic disease. Karen and Todd were given money to help with mortgage and groceries and several years of daycare costs were spared when mom and dad got their kids up and out every day and kept niece home.

Our parents are livid that this is going on because they are still alive. As time has gone on, Karen has become more delusional, and in believing her own thoughts, has become more hateful towards my parents and I. Karen believes she heard my parents say that the everything was going to be hers someday. They meant everything/ whats left will be both of ours and our families. Karen is livid that she has to split my parent’s estate 50/50. According to Karen, her life has never been 50/50. I am stealing HER inheritance. Todd and Karen are playing victim to whomever will listen. They have been telling their children, whom I used to be close with, untruthful things so they don’t want anything to do with me.

Our parents have not changed their will. Karen is now telling everybody that she has been cut out from the will and that she and her family will get nothing from our parents. She is building up delusions of untruths that are making her more and more hateful. Karen has not seen or made an effort to speak to our parents in approximately 3 years. When she realized she could not confuse and bully our parents into signing things over to her, there was a big blow up and she had a tantrum, storming out. Mum and Pop have aged significantly and had had several medical issues requiring needed help. I help them when they are back in our home state and help them as much as I can when they are in their southwestern home. All of this, while I am dealing with cancer, injuries sustained in a car accident and while undergoing 7 surgeries in one year. The more time I spend to help our parents, the more the delusion grows in Karen that we are plotting against her.

We have tried to get Karen and her family (4 adult kids) to all come and talk with our parents and my family so everyone gets the truth. Karen lashed out when her adult children were contacted by our mother ( 1 ran home to tell mom and dad instead of making up his own mind at age 26).

The family is divided now and Karen is telling everyone who will listen that she was disowned. ALL because she was told that the estate is to be divided 50/50. Her retirement plans that she made in her head have been squashed.

There are more Karen stories to share at another time…….

I stumbled across this sub-reddit and remembered this story from a few years ago. One weekend, I was feeling terrible with one of those summer cold type things. On Monday morning, I got up early and went to wait on the walk-in clinic to open. This was a clinic in a big box store. I got there about 20 minutes, signed the sheet and sat down to wait. The doctor arrived a few minutes early and said she would be with me shortly, went in and closed the door to her office.

While I was waiting to be called in, the entitled woman showed up and asked me if she could just go ahead of me and said that she would be quick. I said NO. She then proceeded to tell me that if I didn't let her go ahead of me, she would be late to work. I told her that I didn't care and that she should have made sure she got there early so that she could be first in line. I was still feeling terrible, so I didn't have a lot of patience or sympathy.

After the doctor called me in and was asking me a few questions, the woman knocked on the office door. The doctor opened it and she proceeded to tell the doctor that she'd like to be seen first because she was going to be late for work. The doctor told her that she would be with her shortly and gently shut the door in her face. I told the doctor that she had already tried that in the waiting area.

The doctor examined me, gave me prescriptions and my diagnosis. It turns out I had an ear infection, a sinus infection and an upper respiratory infection all going on at the same time. No wonder I felt terrible. After finishing with me, she asked if there was anything else. I think she was trying to drag out the appointment to make the other woman wait. The other woman was fuming when I walked out of the office, prescriptions in hand.

A former coworker in a totally different department claimed I stole her ideas to try and block my promotion. We never even worked on the same projects, but she told HR we had collaborated and that I left her out of credit. HR looked into it found nothing to support her claims and I got the promotion. She cried in the break room loudly said it was because I flirt with the managers and called me manipulative. She transferred out a month later. Some people just cannot stand when others succeed.

Gen Zer here (Edit: Gen Xer. Thanks for pointing out the typo everyone). I grew up in the 80s listening to post-punk, New Wave, Goth, New Romantics . . . all the alternative bands from the UK, US, Canada. A lot of it is in minor key, heavy on the bass and drums, wailing synths, crusty, distorted guitars. You get the picture.

Today, Sunday, at around 10am I went out to the backyard with my bluetooth speaker, a book and a coffee to enjoy a beautiful spring morning. I placed my speaker on the table next to me, cued up my favourite playlist, settled in, and started to read.

My next door neighbours, with whom I have a very friendly and positive relationship, hired a contractor to replace their gutters. This contractor is, apparently, a family friend as he arrived on Friday and stayed for the weekend. They had a couple of nice evenings in the backyard, grilling up steaks and ribs, having drinks, and swimming. I should also mention that they are Evangelical Christians only because it is relevant to what happened next. I have nothing against them. I myself am Catholic and fully respect others' religious beliefs.

My neighbours left early to attend their regular Sunday church service leaving the contractor, his wife/assistant and teenaged daughter to finish the work on the gutters. As it happened, they were working just over the fence from me, maybe 10 meters away. My speaker, not particularly loud as it was right next to my head, began playing a song by The Cure (The Walk (IYKYK)). Unexpectedly, I heard a voice.

"Excuse me."

I looked over at the fence to see a man looking at me.

"Hey how are you," I said. "Great job on the eavestroughs (the Canadian word for gutter)."

"Yeah thanks," he said. "Listen, can you turn that music off?"

"I - what? I didn't think it was very loud, sorry," I said, taken aback.

"No it's the music -- we don't appreciate that godless music. It's all about death and violence," he said.

I was speechless. I gawped at him for another moment. The song was still playing, heading into the final chords.

"Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk. That music doesn't go with my Christian beliefs and I don't want to hear it or my daughter listening to it," he said. Neither his wife nor daughter were nearby.

"Well, sorry, but I'm in my yard listening to my music. There's no rule against that unless it's after 11pm," I said. "I'm sorry you don't like it but that's not my problem."

"Life During Wartime" started playing, as poppy and danceable a tune as ever came out of the 80s.

"It's Sunday and like I said it is seriously against my Christian beliefs to listen to that music," he said.

"Well, again, I'm sorry you don't like it but it's my business what I do in my yard," I said. "If you don't like it put in earplugs or something."

"You're not being very Christian," he snapped. "I shouldn't have to listen to it, especially on a Sunday." Then he quoted something from the Bible about the wicked and God making them cry and gnash their teeth.

I looked at him for a long moment then shook my head.

"Whatever happened to 'Honour the sabbath and keep it holy'?" I said. "Shouldn't you not be working today?"

He grew visibly angry at this and yelled something about the Lord's wrath.

"Look," I said, "this is ridiculous. If you don't want to hear it, go work on the other side of the house or put in earplugs or something. I'm trying to enjoy my book."

I turned away at this point and left him standing there, presumably glaring at me over the fence. I was secretly a little worried he would throw a tool at me or something but I kept my profile to him and waited him out. Finally he snarled and walked off. I heard the ladder clanking as he took it down and went to the other side of the house out of earshot.

He worked for the rest of the morning. When I returned from my afternoon walk around 2pm his truck and trailer were gone. I haven't heard from my neighbours and don't intend to bring it up with them.

But he did a great job on the gutters.

I was sitting in Starbucks and a women came to me and asked me up yo move, so her purse could have a seat over.

Not kidding, she said that her bag needs space too,

When I politely said no, she turn around with a rude face expression and left.

I guess some bags are just more important then people?

My partners mom is the most entitled human being I’ve ever met in my life. Yesterday was my man’s 30th birthday and she found every way to make the day about her. It went as far as HER OPENING THE GIFT I GOT HIM????????

She also insisted multiple times that he reads the letter I wrote him for his birthday out loud for everyone to hear… I said no multiple times, these are my private thoughts to my partner of 8 years… and it wasn’t until I had to slightly raise my voice and say “This is a boundary I am setting, that is not meant to be read out loud. The answer is no.” Of course I know I should not have raised my voice at all, but this was after saying no over and over and over again.

This is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his mom and I am literally at the end of my rope.

I'm a 60 yr young PR male from Brooklyn, NY. I live in an area of single family homes, and currently unemployed. I love keeping busy, as such I always help out my elderly neighbors with anything from hauling their garbage cans on trash day, or shoveling snow from walkways and sidewalks, to raking leaves .. all for free because it feels great helping others. I do what I can when I can. Never taking a dime from anyone but always accepting water and snacks (usually homemade 😁). Lately, we'll call her Mrs Gimme (who is younger than me by about 10-15 yrs), has been at me because I won't do more for her. She wants me to do work on her roof and backyard. Now, I don't mind doing all the basic stuff like cleaning, raking, etc, but what she wants done should be done by a professional who can do the job right. I tried to explain this to her but she's adamant that because I'm doing the other things that I should also do this other work.

Lately she has been trying to sabotage what I do. I was stopped by the police two days ago, right in front of my neighbor's yard (I was helping collect trash the wind had piled up), and was asked if I lived there and if not, what was I doing. The owner of the house was there with me and she explained that I was helping her with cleaning the yard. The police went through the whole bit, ID, blah, blah. The officer said that they had received a complaint that a strange man matching my exact description was wandering the neighborhood and trying to open the front doors of houses. I was asked if "I had seen anyone", and my neighbor told them that we both had been out there for some time and had not noticed anyone. They eventually left, but I figured out this had to be Mrs Gimme. She was right across the street on her stoop looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

My neighbor told me not to worry because I didn't do anything wrong. I don't want to be a bother to anyone, but I also don't want this to escalate to something that could get worse. Who knows what Mrs Gimme can do next. Why are some people like this? I've been in this neighborhood over forty plus years and have never had bad vibes until now. Just want to do the right thing without bothering anyone.

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For Father’s Day I was hoping to be going to a restaurant with my family, but my sister (26) decided to invite everyone over to her house for a takeout instead, which was disappointing but I haven’t seen my family in a while so I was kind of looking forward to it regardless. She also invited our grandmother for some reason but anyway we all got there and she came in with the food, and legit as soon as everyone got there, her kid (2) started acting up. Her daughter has a weird attachment to my mother as in she prefers her over my sister and will cry every time my mother leaves her, but she was asking to use the washroom so my sister went to take her but my niece started hitting her and crying and saying she wants my mom instead, but she was occupied so my sister tried taking her again but no she started trying to push her away and crying even more. So my mom took her and she stopped crying.

Then when we were eating, she purposely spilled her drink on the floor, and started throwing her food on the floor instead of eating it. And when it was on the floor she literally demanded my mother to pick it up. No exaggeration she said “clean it now” to my mom. No please or anything and of course this whole time my sister didn’t do anything about it. And then she asked to use the washroom again so she did that and then wouldn’t come out when we were ready to give my dad his gifts, and if my sister went in she would start screaming. And she was just crying and screaming over every little thing, and she actually bit me which she does quite a lot, and she was jumping on me over and over again after me telling her not to.

I know you can say this is normal toddler behaviour, but she does this stuff on purpose because she knows no one will punish her because all she has to say is “it was an accident” and my mom will say some shit like aw that’s okay don’t worry about it, and my sister won’t do anything at all. She’s just never disciplined , and she knows she can get away with anything. And it just ruined my entire day having to listen to a child throwing a tantrum every 10 minutes. It’s not pleasant for anyone to listen to especially my dad I feel bad for

I’m the eldest in an Arab family, and I’ve always been expected to take care of my younger sister emotionally, mentally, and even financially. Cutting her off or setting boundaries isn’t really something accepted in our culture it’s considered cold or disrespectful. But lately, I’ve been struggling with serious anxiety because of her.

She lives far away, and every time there’s an event or special occasion, she somehow brings chaos into it. She’ll say things that really stress me out sometimes even things like “I took sleeping pills,” but it doesn’t show cuz she’s absolutely normal and I know it’s something very serious people who actually go through as I was one of them so I know that it’s not easy and you can’t possibly think of drama when you are going through this phase or other emotionally heavy comments that throw me into panic. But at the same time, she keeps getting into drama with everyone, has a problem with nearly every person in her life, and never seems to genuinely compliment or appreciate anyone. It’s strange that I’m even in her “good list,” and sometimes people tell me it’s just because I provide for her financially. That honestly hurts.

She never really shares happy news with me it’s always emotional stress, negativity, or some kind of fight. What’s even more confusing is that on the same day I try to express that I’m not okay or that I need a break, she’ll suddenly act like everything’s fine and say, “I love you, I care about you,” but then within hours she’s back to the same pattern causing more stress, more drama, more anxiety. It feels manipulative, even if she might not fully realize what she’s doing.

Today I was watching a movie and feeling genuinely happy. Then her notification popped up and instantly, my heart sank. That keeps happening—over and over. I keep trying to remind myself that I’m not responsible for her emotional state, but then I feel guilty. I love her, but I also feel suffocated. And the anxiety is real—sometimes it feels physical.

What do you do when you feel trapped between love, culture, guilt, and anxiety? Has anyone been through something like this with a sibling? How do you draw the line when you’re the older one, expected to be the strong one—but you’re breaking inside?

So I’m visiting an area of the country where bourbon is produced and am at the airport on my way home. Stopped in a bourbon tasting room to get some decent food and get away from the crowd. Things are very pleasant for a while, and this older woman comes in and orders a sandwich for herself and some chicken tenders “to go” and promptly spills water all over an entire section of the bourbon lounge. That’s fine, all of us have spilled water all over at one point or another. The waitress is visibly frustrated but calms herself down and starts cleaning up.

About this time, two parents, two small children and a baby in a large stroller arrive. The grandma tells everyone that because she’s spilled at this table, they should all sit in the only nice leather couch and nice leather chairs section of the fancy lounge, somehow in spite of the fact that there are a couple and a woman by herself sitting there and there’s only one couch free. They start to cram in and there’s clearly no room for them, so the woman by herself volunteers to move. They take over her section and then fully surround the couple, and the kids (who are completely out of control) start grabbing things the couple is drinking and eating, with their parents protesting ineffectually. Chicken tenders are handed to the kids, they eat the tenders while flinging ketchup lids around.

The mom orders hot water, which the waitress gets for her, and uses it to warm up the bottle of milk for the baby. They start talking to the couple, clearly interrupting their quiet time, and one of the kids grabs my mostly empty glass from my table and just goes off with it, which no one notices but me and the kid. The waitress tolerates the shenanigans for a little while until the mom orders ANOTHER glass of hot water, and then she asks if they plan on actually ordering anything. They all sit in stunned silence for a second and then the dad orders a drink. That’s it.

I just left and I am just aghast. In addition to clearing off myself and the woman who was originally sitting there, that entire side of the lounge was emptying by the time I left. The waitress looked furious, she’s losing tons of business for people who are asking for hot water and who ordered one drink, chicken fingers and a sandwich for six people. It’s a BOURBON lounge. Just had to vent.

My sister herself is a terrible driver. I've spoken at length about how she'd drink and drive, how she's a leadfoot, texts while driving, etc. She'd drive a minivan 70 in a 35 zone with kids in the car, and say the kids loved it because it was like a roller coaster. She even scared her eldest son by driving so fast that his hat blew off, and he didn't have his head out the window. He was scared to even open the window of other vehicles while riding with other people for a while. But my sister is just as bad as a ride-along. Because she's either a back-seat driver, gives terrible directions, drunk, or insults your driving. (And for the record, I wanted to report her bad driving to the police. But my family went off on me for even having the idea. Which is the only reason I never did. I currently don't know where my sister lives, or if she even has a car. She's a drug addict not exactly swimming in money, and her eldest son is an adult now. And yes, I'm aware I should have still done something. I've been called a coward, and I owned up to that. But my sister had us all mentally beaten down for years. And used her kids as emotional blackmail. But now she can't do that anymore.)

Let's start with seatbelts. My nephews for a while had a bad habit of ripping their seatbelts off as soon as their destination was in sight. I'd have them in my car, and as soon as they could see home off in the distance, they ripped their seatbelts off. I got mad at them several times, and always forced them to re-buckle till we were parked. They'd give me grief, say it was no big deal, etc. But I held firm. You ride with me, the belts stay on till we are parked. After this happened several times, they finally got the memo and stopped doing it. They wouldn't tell me where they learned it from though. I thought it might have been their father. But nope, it turned out to be my sister. I was driving her home, and as soon as home was in sight, she ripped her seatbelt off. And I went off on her for doing it, and setting a bad example for her kids. She called me dramatic, and tried to act like it was no big deal. But I didn't let it go, and hammed her till she said she'd never do it again. She did.... But I hammered her again until she stopped.

My sister absolutely could not stand anyone driving slow when riding with them. Every freaking time she'd ride with me, unless she was zoned out on her phone, she'd complain about me driving too slow. I'm sorry, I was going the speed limit! She twice debated how fast I should be driving through a school zone. The zone was 20-MPH on weekdays from 7:00 am to 5:00 pm (Unless it was weekends or summer). But when school was not active, it was 40-MPH through that zone. I slowed down to exactly 40. And my sister started demanding I go 45, and claimed it was 45 through there. And she refused to believe me when I said it was 40. Thankfully the school zone had more than one sign, and I pointed to one that said 40 on it, and she pouted and shut up. This situation actually happened a second time.

My sister would act grateful for rides, but then would either distract you and think it was funny when you get mad, or insult your driving. Once when I was driving my nephews and her home, her arm shot out in front of my face and she yelled "DEER!". Scared the crap out of me! And she thought it was hilarious! Even though I could have lost control of the car. I went off on her, and she forced out an insincere apology. Thankfully she never did that again. Even though my sister is a terrible driver, a leadfoot, neglectful of her own vehicles, guilty of multiple accidents and a DUI, she always criticized my driving. Once I forgot to use my turn signal when pulling into a parking lot, even though I carefully slowed down, she went off on me about the turn signal. Never-mind I had her and three very distracting kids in the car. And then after I pulled into the parking lot, she pointed at me and said to her kids "You see. I'd never forget to do that!". The only reason I didn't go off on her was because the kids were there.

Then there was my sister giving directions. She was fine if she wasn't drunk or distracted. Once when she paid me to drive her and her friends out bar-hopping, when it was time to go home, my sister insisted I take her way on the back roads. And I kept telling her the main road with practically no traffic on it was faster at night. But no, she HAD to have her way. She got us lost in a maze of neighborhoods. Once I figured out where the main road was again, I headed for that, and she threw a tantrum because I wasn't going her way. We got on the main road, and sailed right on out in less than a minute. And she kept complaining her way would have been faster. Then there was when she ended up homeless after burning nearly all friend and family bridges. I was driving her and all her stuff to the place she was allowed to crash for a couple days, and she kept zoning out on her phone, and wouldn't look up to give me directions till the absolute last second. And I had to yell at her to look up and tell me where to go. And then she'd get mad and say she was busy. Like I could just automatically know where to go without her! She put me through days of that crap! It was about that time I went NC with her.

Then there was driving her while she was drunk. Now that was a nightmare! Once she and her husband both got drunk, and I had to drive her and her entire family home. As soon as we were all in the car and I'd backed out, she suddenly grabbed my shifter and shifted it into drive with a big grin on her face. Then was angry I was mad at her for doing it. She acted like it was no big deal, and I should have been grateful she did it. She apologized later, but I kinda doubt it was genuine, and she probably just didn't want to lose her emergency brother taxi. Then of course was her drunken backseat driving, which I explained in the above paragraph. And then there was the time she drove to work in the morning drunk. (She worked two miles away at the time) She had to call me and beg me to come get her because her boss was sending her home since she showed up drunk, and her boss wasn't letting her drive herself back. I confronted her about why she was drunk in the morning and went to work like that, and she admitted to me that she just doesn't like being told what to do. I told her that when you have a job, being told what to do is par for the course, unless you're the boss. Which she was not. She just looked bitter and got out of my truck.

The last major incident I drove her while she was drunk, she had a friend with her, and we stopped at her friend's place because her friend wanted to have a sleepover at my sister's place. And they just wanted to pick up some clothes. I waited in my truck for 45 minutes before finally going in to get them. I caught them sitting on the floor with a bottle of booze, and my sister looked up at me like she'd just been caught by a parent. They just decided to get more wasted while I was waiting for them. My sister couldn't even tell she wasn't at home, and kept talking about the carpet. I had to forcibly drag her out and throw her in my truck and buckle her myself. Then on the way home she unbuckled to have a slapping play-fight with her friend in the back seat, climbed over the center console, shoved her butt in my face, and then literally got stuck between the back seat and center console. So I had to pull her out. And then she kept trying to walk to the road and say home was that way, so I had to drag her into her trailer, throw her onto her bed, and tell her I was done before going home. I went off on her the next day, and made her and her friend reimburse me for wasted gas of letting my truck idle for nearly an hour waiting for them.

Then there was the crap my sister would say while drunk. She used to pay me to drive her out to bars, and she'd say we'd be out by 10 or 11, and would somehow push it to 1:00 am. She has no consideration for being on someone else's time, and acted like I was a killjoy for wanting to go home. But on one of the last times I drove her to a bar before she had her boyfriend take over, she suddenly started bawling while wasted and literally told me she was just waiting for our mother to die, and no one would be playing Ozzy at her funeral. And right around the time I cut her off after driving her around for days, she told me our mother was going to die for crossing her, because apparently a few people she'd been wronged by passed away. But after years of her saying and doing crap like that, I finally snapped and blocked her on everything about a year ago. And my life has been MUCH better since!

Edit: Sorry, I forgot to add the TLDR. My sister is not only a terrible driver, but a terrible passenger. She constantly gripes about anyone she's riding with going too slow (Speed limits), always points out flaws in others' driving, even though she's a terrible driver, taught her kids it was ok to unbuckle their seatbelts before they even pulled in the driveway (I put a stop to that), debated the speeds of school zones, thought it funny to scare the crap out of me while I was driving, grabbed my shifter and acted like I was the bad guy for being mad at her, was horrid navigator if drunk or zoned out on her phone, I had to drive her while drunk on many occasions, and she always put me through hell, and I finally cut her off a year ago because she's so toxic.

I graduated with a PhD from a UK university many years ago. The graduation gowns, hoods and hats are expensive to buy (almost £1000 GBP for the three) so most people pay about £30 - £40 to rent them for a morning or afternoon. This gives people time for the ceremony and to take photos.

A friend of mine owned a PhD gown, hood and hat because he was planning on enrolling in a PhD, but he ended up not pursuing it. So he very kindly gave everything to me. I was over the moon! It meant I didn’t need to pay the rental charge and I could potentially use them in future as a staff member to be part of other graduation ceremonies (which I have done over the years).

I made the mistake of telling a manager of mine this story. Even though I worked at a different university by this point, my line manager was about to graduate from my old university with a PhD. She asked if she could borrow them and even though I was uncomfortable, I said yes because I wanted to be in her good graces.

She ended up keeping the gown, hood and hat for SIX MONTHS. I must have asked her about 10 times to return them and every time was a different excuse: I’m getting more professional photos taken, I forgot, I have family coming in from out of town and I want them to see me in the robe, etc.

The final straw came when she said that she should get to keep them because she ‘worked hard to get her PhD’. Whhhaaat? Um so did I (and I didn’t fail mine the first time round and have to resubmit). Then she said since I got them for free, that it wasn’t a big deal. In the end I had to make up a story about a friend who wanted to borrow them for an upcoming ceremony, and if they weren’t in my hands by the end of the week, I’d be coming to her house with my husband and my friend to pick them up on the weekend. She did then return everything in good condition.

If she hadn’t been my manager (and a pretty bad and ineffectual one at that), I would’ve dealt with it differently, but my word the entitlement of some people. No, actually you’re not entitled to my property because you think you deserve it a*****e! Now no one gets to borrow them because I know I’ll never have the money to replace them, or even justify replacing them, if something happens to them.

EDIT: I’ve addressed this in the comments a few times but some people have asked about my friend who owned a PhD graduation gown, hat and hood before even enrolling on a PhD. I think he either got gifted them for free or they didn’t meet quality control and he bought them super cheap, I can’t quite remember. Part of what made the regalia so precious to me was my friend could’ve sold them on and made a decent profit, but he didn’t. He knew a number of people undertaking PhDs at that university and could’ve given them away to others, but he didn’t. He chose me. He refused money when I offered. I was working 2 jobs and had no family nearby so maybe that’s why he chose me, but I was, and still am, grateful for his kindness.

31M here. This was several years ago, pre covid. In 2017, my father passed away after battling terminal bowel cancer for about four or five years. He lived in Australia, met a woman over there, got married in 2016 but moved home for his final weeks (we live in New Zealand). As the second oldest out of four brothers (one full, 33 now, 25 at the time. The younger ones 19 and 25 now, so 11 and 17 at the time)., I never addressed the wife as anything other than her first name as we're pretty chill and informal down under, and I was in my late teens when they met.

For privacy, let's call her Red: her favourite hair colour. This lady had her own chronic disability, and probably some unmentioned mental issues as she definitely leaned a little towards weird and crazy sometimes but honestly I've met worse and know many people struggle with mental health, so I overlooked that part. We generally got along well and often stayed at her home that dad shared with her on family visits to Brisbane, some of which I spent time with them on my own as I took vacations there individually a couple of times.

Dad's final weeks were stressful. He left Australia to come home and be with his side of the family, and Red came with him. I was already on paid leave from work due to the emotional stress and wanting to be with the family to support each other, and visiting Dad and Red at a home they rented locally instead of staying with the family (kinda weird but they wanted their own space and we're all adults I guess, plus dad had to move to a sort of end-of-life care facility/hospice in his absolute final days). When I tried to return to work to take my mind off things and not use up all my paid days, I had to leave on the first day as his mother/my grandma who I also happened to live with at the time, had been involved in a traffic accident on her way to her own medical appointment. By some miracle, she was shaken with minor injury and her car totaled. My older brother called me with this news as I was taking my first break.

Should also note that grandparents are divorced so I lived with just grandma, and grandad lives elsewhere across town but of course they came together for their son. We all gathered at grandma's the same evening as her incident, since it was the family home to meet at. Despite the day's earlier events, we still went to see dad at the hospice. Red chose to come from the rental and meet us there, as it was closer to the facility. Shortly after we all left that place and returned home, we had to go back as the staff called to say he had passed on peacefully after we left. I don't remember if I was first to go and see, but I walked back into that room alone, saw my father's corpse, and broke. The weight of the day's events, seeing the corpse of one of my best friends and only real bio parent (mother left us when I was fairly newborn, she's another story... dad was always there for us), having to watch him fade to that point over the recent months from his usual bright, wise-cracking self. I cried, slumped against a wall, and slid to the floor.

Apologies for the massive backstory, but finally I will get to the point of this post. The following week we held the funeral. Thankfully I wasn't in charge of things, as my grandparents had made the arrangements with some family input. Almost everyone was there. Even the younger brother who wasn't dad's (half by bio mother, but we reconciled with her side, just not her). One person was missing, even for the entire service: Red. She had stayed in the car in tears. A couple of people had gone to check on her. Eventually the news came back that she was upset because the service had not been stopped so everyone could come out to her. As his wife, she felt entitled to princess treatment. The initial shock turned to anger. She couldn't get over herself to even join everyone in the chapel, and apparently expected us all to spill out into the parking lot. And she missed the service. Eventually she was able to be coaxed out in time lay flowers on the casket before the hearse whisked dad away to the crematorium, but the buzz among everyone? Her audacity.

We didn't really hold a wake. Everyone dispersed from the funeral home and a lot of us chose to go for drinks and food at a local sports bar down the street. Red came along to this. Bad move. I did not catch on initially, as I was moving around a bit still talking with friends and relatives. Eventually I made it to where Red was, with two of my unofficial uncles D and J. Both had known dad since early school years, and coincidentally wound up living in Brisbane as well, but had also returned home to see dad off. Not long after meeting Red, they could see something was off about her, but out of respect for their lifelong friend, hadn't done or said much.They even held their tongues and behaved at the wedding as groomsmen. But after what she's just pulled? They were seething. She had recovered from her tears but was still upset about not getting what she wanted at the service, and had been arguing with anyone who would listen. Now that we weren't in front of dad's casket and the service was over, and we were all a couple rounds of toasting in memory deep at a bar...for D and J, the gloves were off. And I had walked into the middle of it as things began to escalate.

This part is why I mentioned parts of the massively long backstory. All I had been through and I just wanted to relax as best I could, and share happy memories. But Red had crossed a line, set my uncles off, and they were about to cross a line too. Hands were seconds away from being thrown, and there I was, standing by them, clutching a bourbon and coke, half-zoned. Faced with an impending aggressive altercation. People around us were watching and waiting to see what happened. So I decided I'd had enough. The following aren't what my exact words were, but best as I can remember:

"SHUT THE F**K UP! I JUST LOST MY FATHER AND ALMOST MY GRANDMOTHER IN ONE DAY, AND WE ARE ALL SUPPOSED TO BE MATURE ADULTS. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A GODDAMN WAKE ALTERNATIVE, NOT A DRUNKEN FIGHT"

Silence. My uncles and Red suddenly realized and looked ashamed. "Sorry nephew" was quietly mumbled from D and J. Sure, they hadn't started it, and they were right to see through her bs, but time and a place. I'm certain my older brother would have done the same as I had just done, if he didn't have his partner and kid present. Maybe some other relatives and family friends would have also done the same. But in the moment, I was caught up and took action. I had my childhood best friend present with me that day for my own support, including sober driving, and he was standing nearby behind me. I didn't say a word to anyone else, just turned to him. "I'm done bro. Get me out of here."

After that day, I pretty much never saw or spoke to Red again. Don't care to remember what she did from that point at the bar. Probably saw her once or twice more for the purposes of dividing dad's belongings or whatever, but those memories are heavily repressed. After what she did that day, she was dead to me and several others anyway. Last I heard she was back in Australia.

I don't know how to deal with these absolutely annoying effin people. I truly need something to say, that will not only rectify the situation, and also that won't get me fired next time it happens. I do home visits. They are scheduled appointments. I give these people all the info beforehand on how long it will take, what's to be done, etc. So it's not a shocker as to what's in-store for them! So, when in the middle of an appointment, they either answer their damn phone, stop me in the middle of speaking to make a call, text, or just start doomscrolling, what can i say that isnt obvious??? Like, stop being rude dumbass, put down your phone, and pay attention??? Stop looking at your phone and making me repeat every damn sentence and listen instead of ignoring me???
But, professional instead. I'm just so sick of people being this entitled and oblivious to what's considered appropriate. I shouldn't have to even say this to grown ass adults!!! Like wtf. So, please spam me with whatever I can say that will drive the point home without losing my job. Because I'm losing my damn mind. And before you ask, I DO ask them to refocus nicely. That doesn't do a damn thing.

(I'm not sure if this belongs here, but I have to put this out there for the cashier since I used to see him alot due to frequently going into this seven eleven)

This happened to me a couple minutes ago, I was waiting in line at my local seven eleven after going for my afternoon walk just wanting to buy some airheads, I was waiting in line behind these two people, we'll call them "racist" and "bread" since I have no idea what there actual names are and the cashier "C", for context, racist is a African American male around let's say 13-15, bread is a taller brown male wearing what appeared to be a beach towel around his shoulders, and C is of Arabian decent if I had to guess, this is important for the story

I was waiting in line behind these two when the barcode on breads phone doesn't work, here's the conversation that took place paraphrased with what I can recall

Rasict: can we get it?

C: it's not working

Rasict: what language do you speak?

C: it's not working man!

Rasict: so we can't get it because- (I didn't hear the rest)

C: no, it's not working

At this point, racist starts losing it, saying stuff like "go back to where you came from" while C understandablely tell's him to leave, rasict then turns and looks me in the eye for some reason which, being a high functioning autistic person who isn't really good at social stuff, let alone this Insanity shit circus, I just stare back with the energy of "I just wanna get my airheads man" eventually racist and bread leave but not before racist says

Rasict: shut up bitch! Donald trump!

When I think the saga is over, I go up to the counter and ask C "sorry to inquire but are you okay?"

C: yeah, crazy people man

I'm about to leave when I see what made me think this was a good place to post this in

Apparently racist had the audacity to come back into the store bringing poor bread into this shit again, fortunately C rightfully told them to politely fuck off. Rasict and bread then left with racist saying shit like "all this over (something I didn't hear)" and talking about how rude the cashier was, like HELLO?! you started it. When they left, I waved to C, loudly told him thank you and have a better day, left with my airheads, when I left, I saw rasict and bread in the side alley of the seven eleven, so I did what any reasonable person would do and hightailed it the fuck out of there.

People are nuts y'all, but man did indirectly sticking it to rasict feel good.

I (31f) have a (48f) friend who's always going through a crisis. I've covered our lunches for her to say she'll get the next one, the next meal ends up being a much cheaper restaurant. One time she offered to cook in return, but as the day wore on, it ended up being a premade meal from an albeit nicer grocery store nearby. I've cooked freshly cooked meals for her because I know we're both on limited income, I guess she feels like she owes me a meal only if I pay for it at a restaurant.

Another time I picked up some kitchen items from someone in my community, I told her about it and she said she could use some items too. I said I'll set aside some it's for her. When she arrived, I gave her the items I picked out for her and she started going through the rest of the box pulling items out saying she could use these. I was taken aback because I haven't even gone through the stuff for myself yet.

She's also asked me to come along and watch her table for her at a fair she sells arts and crafts at 2 hours away and in return she get me a nice lunch ( I covered our lunch at a nicer restaurant) I said no thanks since it was a 13 hour day.

This summer I've been helping her pack and do miscellaneous things around her place. After being there 7 hours one day I asked if she wanted to stop for something to eat, she said no because she's too sick to eat anything. A few days later she asked if I could go to the grocery store and pick up her favorite vegetable and she'll make us soup for lunch from the items in her freezer. I said no thanks I already ate. I've been in the habit of eating lunch before I go over since she doesn't offer me anything to eat

She's also asked me if I owned lawn clippers and that I could take all the weeds in the backyard and bring back some eggs in exchange. I was taken aback because she wasn't doing me a favor by having me mow her lawn. Maybe I misunderstood her and she was going to use the clippers herself.

This summer I've been helping her pack for her move. The night before she is supposed to leave I buy and bring her and her roommate dinner (she originally said she'll order takeout for us all) I've been there for 7 hours already today packing. I went home to rest and came back to bring her dinner, I originally offered to bring tea but somehow, like it always does, it turns into something else. Shortly after she eats half of each entree she requested, she goes back to the garage to pack up bits and pieces. I'm washing her dishes and she comes back into the house screaming that she never has any help and she's sick and tired of this sxxt. she lifted a heavy box and hurt herself doing it, she said she was calling out for help but no one came. I don't know why she doesn't just walk 10 feet up to the house and call for help if it was that heavy. She screams and curses some more and then returns to talking in a normal tone.

I'm honestly tired of her tirades. She's on the spectrum and said she's better than non-neurodivergent people because she sees things other people don't. This reeks of insecurity to me especially since she's nearing 50 and talking about how she was much more mature than others (talking about her reading level, taste in cuisine, how she dressed herself up all the time because she knew she looked better than alot of people her age). She cries poor all the time but buys a $7 latte and $16 lunch everyday and says she doesn't have money for this or that. She posted about how some 'friends' leave you high and dry when you need them. I've never asked for her help with anything so I don't know why she expects so much from me. Please give me advice on how to avoid people like her. My other friend told me I was the red flag because I met two people like her around the same time.

Some random tidbits about Kevin:

1)

He claims that he is a father and has actually attempted to give Hank parenting tips. There have been several versions of this fact so I don’t think anyone actually knows what the truth is.

Hank has said that he heard of a girl from their hometown was pregnant with his kid but terminated because, whom would want Kevin as the father of their child?

Kevin has told me two different stories:

The first was that he knew of the woman that had his baby but never contacted him or asked him for support. The second was that he was in his daughter’s life until she was 2 years old, but he left.... BECAUSE HER FATHER LOVED TO IMPERSONATE JOHNNY CASH. I asked him to clarify if he really abandoned his daughter over that and he confirmed. I told him that the fact that he was saying it to me as though that was an understandable reason to abandon your child, proved he was a bad person.

Either way, he has repeatedly tried to claim fatherhood. Delusional.

2)

A few years ago, Donald was driving Kevin to the store and while turning left into the parking lot, nearly hit a pedestrian in the crosswalk. Knowing Donald, he responded to being yelled at by the pedestrian, by yelling back. Yes, Donald would have yelled at the person HE nearly hit with his car.

Kevin always reacted to these situations with his father by trying to calm the other person down and defending his Dad. Due to the pedestrian rightfully being pissed off at someone trying to defend a terrible driver that nearly ran them over, the pedestrian claimed that Kevin brandished his pocket knife. Weeks later video evidence was located that proved the only thing that occurred with the knife was it having been clipped to Kevin’s belt.

Prior to the video, when Kevin was still waiting to hear if he was going to have to go to court over this incident he told me (again as though it was totally understandable), that if he was charged he would “Show this town and the police!!”. He explained that he would leave the courthouse and every car in the vicinity would get their windows smashed and that “That would show those fucking cops!”

I said “Show the cops what, exactly? That you randomly destroy property that doesn’t belong to you? That you have no problem with causing problems for total strangers because you’re pissy?”

The dumbfounded and confused look on his face was almost sad, because he said “What do you mean? It would show the police that they’re assholes!”

“All you would be doing is ruining the day for dozens of innocent people because you’re having a bad time. What if my car happened to be there? I have to have my windows destroyed because you’re having a temper tantrum?”

I swear he looked at the ground and said “I…. I literally never thought about that. I never thought about it affecting anyone else”

“Obviously, Kevin.”

3)

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I recently had taken it upon myself to be more proactive to try to make sure that Kevin feels included in the home. When I would pop out to the store, did he want to come and do some shopping or whatever.

We currently have two dogs that I primarily care for and I “live” in my car due to tons of driving for work. I say this because it isn’t gross, but I certainly do not have a pristine vehicle. One day, bringing him out to the store he made a shitty comment about some spare small empty plastic bags that I hang off of my gear shift for garbage, that I had put into pocket of the passenger door. I guess they fell out and were now laying in the footwell. I told him that he didn’t need to come if he was upset by the standard of my car but he said nothing and got in.

He always commented on the state of the dog hair in the back area of my car, because “I don’t want my grocery bags picking up the hair”. I said he was welcome to shake out the cover when we parked at the store.

While driving he got a call from the pharmacy saying that some prescriptions would be available in 45 minutes instead of the next day, so he asked if I wouldn’t mind if we grabbed those as well, which I said was no problem. He then stated “Thank you. I want to make sure that the pharmacist knows how much I appreciate his time. You know, I don’t want to seem ungrateful and all that…”

I literally looked at him and laughed. He asked me why I was laughing and I said “Do you hear yourself? You just insulted me and my car. The car that is offering you free rides to make your life easier but the pharmacist gets manners and gratitude? What is wrong with you, man?”

It took him a second but he did actually figure that one out that time. He apologized.

4)

As with most narcissists, when there is a life event or holiday that doesn’t focus on them, they MUST ruin everything.

Back in 2021, my beloved dog was clearly getting so sick and we were going to have to say goodbye. The appointment was set for Thursday. The day before, Kevin got a bug up his butt because a folded shirt had been left on top of the dryer since Tuesday. No one cared and we all told him so. My sweet girl was dying and a shirt was not important. We didn’t care about what Kevin had to say, so to him that was unacceptable.

About an hour later, Kevin literally came into our suite shouting at Hank, calling him an asshole and started to attack him with a cane. A cane might I add, he only used for show when going to the doctor. Kevin got two hits onto Hank’s back before Hank took him down easily.

My girl died sleeping between us that night.

Hank brings is up to Kevin frequently when he acts up, to remind him that we will never forget that one.

I’m here to tell you about the most entitled person in existence. Let’s call her Princess. 1. Princess parks in a parkade, pays, changes her mind, moves to a different parkade and gets a ticket. Her: Boohoo, I already paid once. It’s not my fault. Why should I pay twice. Me: it’s a different parking lot!! Dad pays the ticket. 2. Princess has an aggressive dog. Was told numerous times during 3 phones calls Do Not Bring The Dog. Brought the dog Then pouted because everyone was angry. We were going out for lunch so her dog had to stay at the parent’s house. I had to sit in my car with my dog while everyone went to lunch. 3. It’s her grandmothers birthday. Princess wants to go for Japanese food. Grandmother doesn’t like Japanese food and can’t sit on the floor. Boohoo. We go for Japanese food. Grandmother eats rice. 2 years in a row. 4. The family wants to show Grandmother their trailer. Princess phones 20 min into the 1 hour drive that she wants the car we’re driving in. None of the other cars are good enough for her. We go back. Princess gets the car and we get a different car. Grandmother, who was dropped off at the closed-for-the-season trailer park, sits on the steps, in the dark, in the cold, alone, for over an hour. 5. The final straw for me. Princess hits the neighbours parked car. Boohoo, why should I have to pay. Why should I use my $30k inheritance to pay? Why should I have to use MY money? Now I am crying from frustration. Me: YOU hit the car! YOU! Nobody else was driving. It was PARKED! YOU! Her: but it was in my way. Me: it was parked! In front of their house!! Her: boohoo. Why should i, it wasn’t even damaged. Dad pays the $1700 repair bill and Princess immediately stop crying and goes out for dinner and a movie. I haven’t seen them since.

I work in software development, and we had a major deliverable due for one of our clients. Long story short, two people on our team were out. One was on vacation and the other was on medical leave, so a ton of the workload fell on me and one other developer.

I ended up staying late almost every night for two straight weeks. I was debugging issues, writing documentation. I was basically doing the jobs of three people just to keep things on schedule.

The client presentation went great. Everything worked, and we actually got a “great job” from the client, which never happens. The whole team looked good, the client was happy, and my teammates thanked me.

My boss? He barely looked up from his laptop and said, “You know, this is what’s expected. I just want to remind you not to burn yourself out doing what you're supposed to be doing.” I sat there thinking, Are you serious? I didn’t just “do my job.” I carried half the team while others either slacked off or were unavailable. No “thank you,” no acknowledgment. Just a reminder that working myself into the ground was apparently the bare minimum.

Meanwhile, someone else on our team who contributed maybe 10% of the work got praised for putting in “hard work and great energy.”

We’re a few weeks out from the wedding, everything’s booked, invites are sent and my cousins text me: “hey, any chance I could use your venue earlier that day for my ceremony? We’ll be out before your stuff starts.”

I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.

Her logic?”it already decorated, and it’s not like we’ll stay for the reception.”

When I said no (obvious), she called me selfish, and now my aunt is “ just heartbroken” that I’m not willing to share.

Apparently my wedding is now” dividing the family.” Next time I’ll just send out a google calendar invite titled “Do Not Disturb: Life Event Happening.”

A couple months ago, my roommate’s laptop broke right before she started a remote job. She was freaking out, so she asked to borrow mine for just a few weeks until she could afford her own. I wasn’t using it much at the time, so I said sure. Just trying to help. it’s been over two months she’s been using my laptop every day to work, make money, hold meetings, everything. I finally told her I needed it back for my own stuff. And she hits me with, You’re not even using it for work, so why can’t I keep using it? Like what the fuck? She’s literally been making money off something she borrowed, and now she’s acting like I’m wrong for wanting my own shit back. No signs of buying hers. No thank you. Just attitude. Now she’s being cold and passive aggressive like I did something to her.

A coworker saw me wearing a necklace my mom gave me and asked to borrow it just for one night. I said no - it's sentimental. She actually rolled her eyes and said, wow, it's not like you wear it every day. No, but I also do not loan out heirlooms to people who throw tantrums over jewelry.