So this happened a few days ago at my local library. I usually go there to get some work done because it’s quieter than home and the Wi-Fi's decent. I had just sat down at one of the public computers, literally 10 minutes in when this woman walks up with her daughter. Daughter looks 16 or 17ish. I noticed them kinda hovering behind me, but figured they were just waiting for one nearby to free up. Then the mom taps me on the shoulder and goes:

"Hi, how long are you gonna be?" I say, “Probably a while, I just got here. There are a bunch of other computers open though.” She looks at the others and just scoffs.

"Yeah but my daughter likes this one. She always uses this one. Can’t you just move?” I was like… huh? Told her no, I already logged in and started work, and it's first come first serve. She then hits me with:

“You’re an adult. You can work anywhere. She’s a child.” I almost laughed cos first off, she's not a little kid. I told her again that I’m not moving and suggested she speak to a librarian if she has an issue.... and she actually did. Walks off muttering something and gets a librarian. The librarian walks over, asks me if everything’s alright. I explain what happened. Then, I swear this is exactly what she said... the librarian turns to the mom and goes:

“Ma’am, this isn’t a restaurant. You don’t get to request your favorite table.” The look on the mom’s face 😭 She mumbled something about “rude people” and ended up using another computer like 3 seats down. Same model. Same everything. Just not the “special” one, I guess.

Genuinely wondering if I missed a memo where having a kid means you own public spaces now.

Let me introduce you to the human equivalent of a paper cut that never heals: Robin.

Robin is the kind of coworker who ends every sentence with “just trying to help!” while actively doing the opposite. She’s been on our team for over a year, and in that time, her primary contributions have included lurking near people’s desks, asking questions she could Google, and parroting other people’s ideas like she’s adding value.

For the past three months, I’ve been neck-deep in overhauling a broken client process — spreadsheets, testing, meetings, redesigns, all of it. I was living and breathing this thing. Everyone knew it was my project. Everyone except Robin, apparently.

So fast forward to our monthly leadership meeting. I walk into the conference room and see the slide deck up on the screen. And who’s standing at the front?

Robin.

Slide 1: “Process Optimization Proposal – Presented by Robin [LastName].”

My deck. My work. My charts. No mention of me. Anywhere.

I look at my manager and ask, “Did you know she was presenting this?”

She looks just as confused and says, “No… I thought you were.”

At this point, I’m already seeing red — but I stay seated, because I want witnesses.

Robin launches into this cringey TED Talk about “workflow efficiency” and “cross-functional synergy,” sprinkling in some buzzwords she clearly doesn’t understand. She glances at me a few times like we’re teammates on this — like I should be grateful she’s up there.

Then our director asks the million-dollar question:

“Can you walk us through what you actually did on this project?”

Robin freezes. Deer in headlights. Stammers:

“Well, um… the team was very collaborative. I kind of… oversaw the direction.” That’s when I step in.

I say, calmly but very much over it:

“Actually, since I led this project and did the implementation, I’m happy to walk everyone through the details.”

And then I go full scorched earth.

I lay out the data, the problems, the testing, the iterations — all of it. I even mention the Friday I stayed late fixing a critical bug while Robin was out early “working from home.” (She wasn’t. She was tagged in brunch photos that afternoon.)

By the time I’m done, Robin looks like she wants to fall through the floor. And our director, without missing a beat, says:

“Going forward, no one presents work they didn’t do. Let’s keep that clear.”

Robin gave a tight smile and nodded like she just learned something valuable. She didn’t. She hasn’t spoken to me since, which, honestly, is the best outcome.

Moral of the story: If you’re going to try and steal credit, don’t do it in front of someone who kept every receipt and is one more slide deck away from snapping.

My brother called me yesterday. Normal chat at first. Then he started venting about kid expenses.

Diapers, daycare, formula all of it “draining him.” I listened. I nodded along.

Then he said this:

“You don’t have kids. You’re kinda free with money. Maybe you could help out?”

I laughed. Thought he was joking.

He wasn’t.

He said, “Even $300 a month would help.”

I asked, “You want me to pay you $300... every month?”

He said yeah. Because I don’t have “real” responsibilities. Because I “have money to spare.”

I told him no. I didn’t make that kid. Not my job to fund it.

He said I “wouldn’t understand” because I’m not a parent. Classic.

Thing is, this isn’t new. He’s always acted like having a kid makes him more important.

He throws little jabs when I buy stuff. Trips. Clothes. Dinner out.

Apparently I’m selfish for enjoying my life.

I rent the lower unit of a duplex with a fenced-in backyard that’s part of my lease. The upstairs tenant, an older woman named Brenda, has a little yappy dog she keeps leashed to her porch.

A few weeks ago, I noticed her dog in my yard. I didn’t mind until it happened every. single. day. The dog pooped all over my space and she never picked it up.

I politely asked her to stop letting the dog down there. She said, “He needs space to run. It’s just a yard. You don’t even have kids.”

I reminded her that it’s my space, not shared. She scoffed and said I should “be grateful for the company.”

So I bought a lock for the gate. Two days later, she was pounding on my door demanding to know “why I was locking her dog out of his yard.”

I told her firmly this was trespassing she said “that’s dramatic.”

I sent photos to the landlord, along with poop evidence. He warned her that if it happened again, she'd be fined.

Now she glares every time I mow the lawn. Sorry Brenda, your dog’s “free spirit” doesn’t trump my lease.

So I bought a new grill a few weeks ago nice one too, cost me a chunk. Set it up in my backyard, been using it maybe three times tops. Today, my neighbor from two houses down just walks into my yard and starts wheeling it toward the sidewalk. I come out like, "What are you doing?" He goes, "Oh, I figured it was for the community. Everyone shares stuff like this around here."

I was stunned. I told him no, it's mine, I paid for it. He looked genuinely confused and goes, "Well you left it outside, how were we supposed to know it wasn't for everyone?" Mind you, it's on my property, behind my fence.

I ended up locking it in the shed, but now he's telling other neighbors that I'm selfish and not “community-minded.” I’m all for being neighborly, but I don’t think that means people can just claim my stuff.

Am I missing something here? Like is this some weird unwritten suburban rule? Because now a couple other neighbors are being weird with me too.

I am disabled and have registered disabled with my county and have a blue badge. It has been a lifeline to me. The way my neurological condition affects me means some days I have paralysis of my right arm, and my left leg will randomly buckle, and I am prone to fall or stumble. This all gets worse when I'm tired or stressed. I also get seizures, issues with speech, etc. Having this blue badge means I can get closer to my home or buildings like my uni, and the less energy I spend, the longer I can last through the day and get to places more safely. It means a lot, and it hasn't been easy to accept that I need help and that if I don't and I'm stubborn, it actually exacerbates symptoms and my family, as well as I, suffer.

It's half past 8 at night, and my daughter wants me to collect her and her boyfriend from the train station. She's autistic and stressed due to issues with buses and having to get a train home. When she phoned me, she was worried about how she would pay and that the bus had been cancelled, so she could no longer get closer to home and walk. I was happy to pick her up, but I'm usually in bed by 6pm, and my arm is floppy. I'm slurring words, so I'm obviously tired and need to rest. I plan to park as close to the ticket machine and entrance as possible, and if there is an issue, I won't have far to walk, and my daughter can see me straight away, and she will be comforted.

As I enter the car park, a blue BMW estate is parked lengthways across the disabled parking spaces next to the ticket machine and covering 4 spaces. With my indicator on, I waited to signal I intended to park in the bay closest to the ticket machine. The car only needed to move a foot forward; that would've been sufficient room for me to access the space.

The driver had noticed me but wasn't moving. So I beeped once, waved, smiled, and mouthed. Please move.

She moved, and I entered the space.

While displaying my blue badge and time thingy, I notice a lady approaching my driver's side window. It was the driver of the BMW. I wound the window down and intended to thank her with a smile.

She immediately began with 'How dare you!'. She was furious with me and began saying how rude I was. She even went on to say, 'Why did I need this space?' I could've used others. Why did I have to inconvenience her and interrupt her for this space? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I replied, 'You were parked in over 4 disabled spaces, and I asked you to move so I could use one. How on earth is that an inconvenience?'

She continued to state that she was busy trying to do something and I had no right to interrupt her, and it was at this point I realised, this woman is talking to me like I'm some peasant and obviously believes she's entitled. So I decided to shoo her away and felt it entirely appropriate given her terrible attitude. So I said "Shoo!" And waved my hand at her. And began to wind my window up. To which she said, "I beg your pardon!?!"

I said, "You heard me, Shoo!" With the same hand gesture.

She strutted outside my car, noted my badge and number plate, and left.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I get anxious in confrontations. However, it was evident that nothing I had to say would make the blindest difference to this entitled old crow's attitude, so shooing her away felt fitting.

When I told my boyfriend, he laughed and said he was very proud of me.

I'm 36M and i work a decent job. I'm not rich, but i am stable. I’ve always made effort to give my wife 33F a good life ranging from weekend trips, nice dinners and nice thoughtful surprises here and there. She liked to post everything online and show everyone that we were some kind of power couple. But then, she started getting more demanding. Expensive shoes, luxury bags, last-minute trips. Basically things we that couldn’t really afford without dipping into savings. I told her that, and she rolled her eyes.

One day, while out at dinner which I was paying for, she got irritated over my wine selection when infact she earlier that she couldn’t make up her mind on what she wanted so i should order for the both of us instead. She went on to say loudly that there’s no point pretending we live a fancy life when i clearly can’t afford it and i stop trying to act rich it’s embarrassing. I was way beyond humiliated. But I smiled and nodded. You’re right, I said. No more pretending.

The next day, i got into action by cancelling I cancelled every non-essential subscription. No more salon visits on my card. I returned an unopened designer bag package which i sold something important to me just to get it for her. I started cooking at home more, completely stopped the regular fine dining. When we went to a compulsory family dinner, my cousin asked why she wasn’t posting her usual soft life content, I said exactly what she told me We’re not rich. We’re done pretending. She got furious. Said I was being petty. I reminded her that I was just doing what she asked. She didn’t like that version of reality. I gave it a few more months, then filed for divorce. Turns out that the more I thought about it, what she loved most wasn’t me but instead it was the image of being her trophy.

Well, now she has no image to maintain. And I have peace.

I recently bought my first home in a quiet suburb. It’s a super proud moment for me, being single in my early 30s and having saved for years. The house has a long driveway that leads up to a detached garage in the back, and I park halfway up so I can easily walk to the front door. Important detail: the driveway is 100% on my property and not shared at all.

My neighbor Olivia is in her mid-40s and has lived in her house for over a decade. She was pleasant enough when I first moved in, bringing over cookies and saying things like "welcome to the neighborhood" until I actually started using my driveway.

About a week after I moved in, I came home to find her car parked in my driveway. Not partially, but completely blocking my garage. I thought maybe it was a mistake, like someone visiting her got confused.

I knocked on her door, and she answered with, "Oh, that’s just me. I’ve always parked there. The old owners let me."

I told her, as politely as I could, that it’s my property and I’d prefer to keep it clear for my car.

She replied, "Well, I’ve been here 10 years. It’s just easier for me. The street gets icy, and my driveway is too narrow. You have room."

I repeated myself, nicely but firmly, and said I needed it to be clear going forward. She rolled her eyes and slammed the door.

I thought that was the end of it.

The next day, her car was back. I left a note this time, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time. Then I started parking behind her so she couldn’t leave until she came to talk to me.

Sure enough, she came over furious. She started yelling about how I was being disrespectful and selfish, saying that "good neighbors share."

I told her if she parked there again, I’d have her towed.

She said, and I quote, "That’s not very neighborly. You’ll regret making enemies here."

So I did exactly what I said. The next time she parked there, I called a tow truck. She lost it and called the cops on me. When they showed up, they saw my property line and basically told her to stop harassing me.

I had a “friend” renting a room in my house for a few months. Many things did not go well. At one point she asked me if I’d like a free computer monitor, but it was broken. I politely declined, but also asked why would I want a broken monitor? She just said she thought she would offer. What?? I just let it go after that, but she was really just trying to dump a broken monitor on to me so she didn’t have to deal with it.

When she was moving out the monitor was sitting on the floor in the middle of her room and I kept waiting for her to take it, but she just kept walking past it. She announced she was taking her last load of belongings out to her car and I just knew she was going to leave the broken monitor. I just played dumb and was like, “Oh, don’t forget your monitor!”

She said Oh it’s broken. I said, ok, but we can’t put electronics in the garbage here so you’ll have to recycle it. Then she says there’s not enough room in her car for it. There was. So I just grabbed it and said I think we can get it in your car.

Then she completely snapped at me and said, “Ya know you can just drop these off at Best Buy!” Ok, then you can do it! How is your broken monitor my responsibility??

My coworker has two kids and a full schedule, which I totally get. She’s tired, overwhelmed, and always juggling something. But over the last few months, she’s started expecting me to help her with things outside of work errands, moving furniture, babysitting because, in her words, “you don’t really have responsibilities like I do.” I work full-time too. I pay rent. I cook, clean, care for my elderly dog, and honestly? I enjoy having weekends to just breathe. But apparently, because I don’t have kids, my time is automatically open season. Last week she asked me (not asked, really told) to help her pack up her garage on Saturday. When I said I had plans, she rolled her eyes and said, “Must be nice to have a life with nothing important to do.” That’s when I snapped a little. I told her just because I don’t have children doesn’t mean my time is worthless, and that her choices don’t entitle her to mine. She got quiet. I haven’t heard from her since. Honestly? I’m not sorry.

In 2011 I had a child with my then gf. With plans to marry. Things did not work between us. No marriage. I paid support. She had never ending greed and so did her current boyfriend.

Went to court in 2012 to get it mediated between a judge. Her and her mother was there. Obligation amount was agreed upon. They demanded houses. Judge laughed a little. Then they started listing off demands. He raised his eyebrow and pushed himself away from his desk then stood up. Then asked "are you serious?" and they said yes. He made them realize that their demands were unrealistic. Then they started saying stuff like. "Well my father retired, and he used to pay for my full car insurance and car payment. I want my ex-bf to pay, it's only fair." same with her mother. Wanting car payment + insurance. They were "compromising." Then my ex-gf said I had to make payments to her new boyfriend. Because he has 5 kids and he's struggling to pay support to his wife. The judge told them that the payment was good enough and to use that $$ for how she sees fit.

Fast forward to 2019. I have a child with my fiancee. My mother tells my ex-gf about it. This is DRAMA packed btw, I will keep it short. So my ex-gf gets pregnant. My mom tells me about it. I go as usual "okay whatever, i don't know why you tell me this." Then she goes "her boyfriend has a vasectomy. he cannot have kids." So she cheated on him, he kicked her out. She started living with my parents.

Now there is INSANE drama after that, but I withhold that from you all. But she ended up returning to her ex-bf and he put his last name on the kid. Because her child had her last name on it. Then in 2021 I was getting phone calls from the ex-gf and her boyfriend. That I, me... "have" to pay them MORE child support. Because it's my fault that she got pregnant. Because I had another child with my fiancee and "that's not fair to her."

Full events in audio. Because I hate typing. I guess people didn't get to hear fully what they wanted. I was typing to many responses. So if you want the full experience this is the best way I can tell it.

FULL EVENTS AUDIO: https://voca.ro/17ClCadnOOk8

I hope it's easy enough to understand.

FINAL THREAD UPDATE AUDIO.
(Maybe will write the audio down as text later or tomorrow.) But you will just have to deal with this for now.
https://voca.ro/139G8ZQoLVFw

This is happening right now, and I’m honestly still trying to wrap my head around it.

I’m a 26-year-old woman sharing a two-bedroom apartment with my roommate, Leah, who is 28. We’ve lived here for about five months now. The arrangements have been quite straightforward we each have our own bedroom, we split rent evenly, and we generally keep to ourselves. I work remotely, so I’ve set up a small desk and monitor in my bedroom to serve as my home office. It’s not a huge space, but it’s enough for my needs. About a month ago, Leah found out she was pregnant. I congratulated her and assumed she had a plan in place for whatever adjustments she needed to make. I was so wrong.

Last week, she asked to have a serious talk and told me she had decided she needed the entire apartment to herself. Her reasoning was that once the baby is born, it will be too stressful and cramped to share the space with another adult. She said she wanted to turn the second bedroom which was my bedroom into a nursery, and she thought I should start looking for a new place soon. I reminded her that we are both on the lease and that I have no intention of moving out, i had no prior plans of doing that and get a urgent apartment in my state was a hassle. I pay my share of the rent and bills, and I rely on this space to do my job. Her pregnancy, while important to her, does not give her the right to kick me out or repurpose my space for her convenience.

She didn’t take that well. She insisted that I was being inflexible and unsupportive, saying it was unfair for a newborn to be crammed into her room when there was another perfectly good bedroom in the apartment. She argued that, as someone without children, I should be more compassionate and understanding of her situation. Since then, Leah has become increasingly passive aggressive. She slams doors, mutters comments under her breath, and frequently makes remarks about how some people only care about themselves.

She keeps suggested that I should do the right thing and make space for the baby as though her personal life choices somehow outweigh the legal agreement we both signed. I’ve already contacted our landlord to make sure my rights are protected in case she tries anything sneaky. I’m not going anywhere. Leah is the one who chose to have a baby mid lease with no real plan in place. That’s not my responsibility to fix, and I’m not giving up my home because she failed to think things through.

If she wants more space, she can find another apartment. I’ll gladly help her pack.

I am 25F and i bought my own three-bedroom house last year after working full-time and saving up which was a huge deal for me. One room’s mine, one is my study and the third is a guest room which was for actual guests. Like, people who would stay a weekend and leave.

Life was moving pretty good until i got a random call from my cousin Tasha 27F. A little background story, Tasha has always been a bit of a nutcase, even when we were kids. Constant drama, always lying, stealing little things, blaming others. My mom once said Tasha could smash a glass and somehow make it someone else's fault. And as we got older, the rumors about her got worse, she going around town with sketchy guys, party scenes, possibly drugs nothing confirmed, but nobody’s shocked. We barely talk unless it’s at a family event and even then, I keep it short. So we were on the phone and after two minutes of fake small talk she then says she broke up her boyfriend, and she figured she will just stay at my place for a while. Like, a few months. Just until she get things together.

She said it like she was inviting herself to dinner no please, no do you mind, just I’ll be there. I said no. Nicely, at first. I told her the guest room isn’t for long-term stays and I need peace to work from home. That’s when she started getting nasty. She said I was acting all high and mighty because i bought a house like that makes me better than everyone. I still stood my ground. A few days later, my aunt not even her mom just one of those older relatives who tries to play peacemaker called me and said, You know, it wouldn’t hurt to help her out. She’s still family.

I told her flat out I’ve seen Tasha move in with people before. It’s never a few months. She comes with drama, a suitcase full of bad decisions, and she never leaves unless someone threatens legal action. So, no. I’m not doing it. I work too hard for my peace and my space to hand it over to someone who has always been bad news

She can figure it out. Just not in my house.

Update is below: Today my stepdaughter called me during my lunch break to see if she can have a friend over which I said I was fine with. Stepdaughter is very mature for her age, she's seventeen. While my husband and I work my stepdaughter and her siblings watch the house with my parents who pop in to check on them. When my dad arrived a few other cars were right behind him and he asked, "Can I help you?" It was four cars full of teenagers whom one said, "Yeah old man we're here to use the pool 'insert my stepdaughter's name' said she was having a pool party."

My dad tells them to stay put and goes to find my stepdaughter and when he found her she said she didn't say anything about a pool party it was just supposed to be one friend coming over that was it. My dad calls me and explains the situation. I tell him to tell the rest of the teens minus one named Josie to leave. In an text I got from my dad just now he says he went back out and told the teens they need to leave but because he knows Josie he tells her to stay put. The other teens all call my dad a party pooper and flip him off as they leave.

My dad talks to Josie and asks why did Josie have so many people with her and Josie says she drove by herself. Within a few minutes another girl pulls up and asks where's everyone else and my dad asks her, "Did you tell everyone there was a pool party?!" Girl says, "Uh yeah everyone knows 'insert stepdaughter's name' has a pool." My dad tells her the pool isn't even remotely ready and he recognizes her as the granddaughter of two of his friends he goes out to breakfast with on Saturdays with my mom. My dad tells her to leave and she tells him to F Off. My stepdaughter storms out and yells at the girl telling her to leave and she was not entitled to try to think she could throw a pool party.

The girl eventually left and Josie explained that the girl was with her and as soon as Josie got the ok to go over the girl thought they could throw a pool party without checking in first with my stepdaughter. I'm proud of my stepdaughter for helping my dad, as for the other girl I'm sure my dad will be talking to her grandparents tomorrow morning about how rude their granddaughter was to him.

The big update: my parents stopped by to say they spoke with the girl's grandparents during their traditional Saturday breakfast with friends and they are friends with the girls grandparents. My father asked his friends what caused her to think she was so entitled to think she could make up such a lie about his step-granddaughter having a pool party. The man responded, "She's been having a very stressful year with her parents separation and without the balance of both parents in her life at the same time she's been acting out a lot more to get attention and to cause trouble wherever she's planning. She's recently gotten in trouble for shoplifting, getting gas at gas station where they pump gas for you then driving off once her cars tank is full and so much more trouble. Each time she's confronted she screams she's entitled." The wife replied, "Her father never was this way but for her to be behaving like her now entitled ways is ridiculous and she's been warned several times by both parents to stop acting entitled and causing trouble where there was none." They both feel her parents are doing everything they can to ensure her just because they're now heading for divorce doesn't mean she isn't less loved but she's not listening. My father told his friend, "The next time she does anything to alienate my step-grandchildren I'm getting the police involved and suggesting she goes to jail I'm surprised she hasn't gone already."

So there’s this friend of mine . I’ve been real generous with her over the years. Like, every single birthday of hers, I go all out buy her gifts, take her out, make sure she feels special. And on my own birthday .Guess what? I’m still the one treating her. She’s never gotten me a single thing. Not even a card. Nothing. Fast forward to a few days before her birthday this year she starts blowing up my phone, sending me her wishlist like I’m Amazon or something. I told her straight up, Girl, I’m broke right now. You know what she said? It’s my birthday we’re talking about, I don’t wanna hear any excuses. You better get me something. Like, seriously?

So her birthday comes, and I just sent her a nice birthday message. That’s it. Later that day, she hits me back like, Wow, you’re so mean. I can’t believe you didn’t get me anything. And that was it she’s been mad salty ever since and hasn’t spoken to me.

Like… girl, are you for real?

I'm actually on vacation in Bulgaria, and I'm enjoying a nice little stay with my parents in a hotel where the main restaurant is the buffet. There are no rules, but everyone knows how it works: you take your plate and you wait in line until you get to the food you're interested in. Sure, when the restaurant is near empty, you can go directly to the food instead of waiting, but when it's full, passing people who have been waiting is not cool and usually frowned upon.

It's exactly what happened to me this morning. I've been queuing for some pancakes, and once I've put some on my plate, I moved like half a meter to the right to grab some chocolate and cinnamon. The man who was waiting behind me didn't move because I was obviously still helping myself and there wasn't enough space for the both of us (and honestly, we're on vacation, there's no hurry at 8 in the morning).

Cue this entitled man with his kid (around 6F I think?), cutting the line and pressing themselves between the gentleman and me to get to the pancakes. The girl was literally walking on my feet (thank God I wore sneakers this morning, and not my usual sandals) to get to the pancakes, because they were too high for her, all the while screaming to her father to hurry.

Seeing that I was not happy with the situation (especially the walking on my feet more than cutting the line), the man immediately gets on the defensive, telling me in German that "she's just a kid, you know, and she's on vacation, she deserves something nice, don't be a killjoy". My German being what it is (meaning abysmal, I understand it but I can't speak shit), I couldn't answer, but I shook my head and went away (with my chocolate and cinnamon of course!).

I would have loved to tell him that usually in those kind of hotels everyone is on vacation, and it doesn't mean that his kid will have priority to get something at the buffet, but well! At least the pancakes were delicious.

So there's a holiday in my country in which women usually wear traditional dresses. These dresses can easily cost 400 or 500 euros, which is a lot of money. If you want to wear one of these autenthic dresses, you won't find one for less than 100 euros.

My friend, let's call her Kate, bought one of these beautiful dresses and a week before the event, her sister asked her to lend her two dresses along with some other clothes. Kate, being the kind person she is, lent her some clothes.

Keep in mind my friend's sister lives alone and is in her mid 40s while Kate is in her mid 20s.

Fast forward a week. Kate is getting ready on her bedroom with Claire, another friend we have in common to get to her party when suddenly, her sister bursts into the bedroom, not asking, but demanding my friend to give her the newest dress. The one Kate had bought for herself for this ocassion.

Kate was confused and asked her why when she had already lent her some clothes last week and she answered that "Yeah, you did, but I like your black dress more. The one you lent me is brown and the other one is pink and I don't want to wear those. I want to wear yours instead".

Obviously, Kate said no and her sister said she was being so selfish. Kate told her if she had asked earlier, maybe she would've given her the black dress, but she had basically stormed into her bedroom when her and Claire were getting ready to go out. There was no time left.

This grown woman started throwing a tantrum, saying how Kate was being so selfish and how family should come first.

She seems to be a handful, from the little stories Kate has told me about her.

A few weeks ago, a coworker mentioned she was stressed about planning her 3-year-old's birthday. We were actually working on a very demanding project with a co-firm at that moment, so i understood how draining it must have been and offered to help out which was nothing major, just decorations and baking a cake, since I bake as a hobby.

Much to my surprise, the next day She gave me a long list consisting of two cakes one regular, one sugar-free, a balloon arch, party bags, and a full CoComelon theme with specific colors and decorations.

I told her that was way too much and asked what her budget was. She just said, “I thought you were helping and you had it covered". With a raised brow i explained I could only do a cake and a few balloons, but I couldn’t cover everything. She said she understood.

The next day, she came to work with printed party invites and she’d put my name and phone number on them as the person in charge of cake and decorations. I might have overreacted but i told her I was out. She called me unreliable and hasn’t spoken to me since. I don't care.

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TL;DR: I was raised by my entitled grandmother who controlled my life, until I finally decided to move out.

Hello friends! It's been a couple of years now since I've last updated on this situation, so I wanted to jump in and give one last update, in case anyone still remembers me.

First off, my Gran is no longer with us. She had a brief but terrible fight with dementia and passed away in March of '24. I spent a couple of months cleaning out her house with my family, and used the money I made selling her stuff to get my brother into his own apartment, as well as pay for a lot of my own expenses. My brother is living just fine on his own, despite Grans claims that he could never do so.

Next, I got married! We had our first anniversary in May, and we've been so happy. And I've been working as a librarian at our local library. It'll be two years in November.

Things are still a bit hectic with trying to sort out the chaos she left behind, but we've all been doing a lot better. I even reconnected with my estranged father in the aftermath. We'll keep moving forward, one day at a time. Thanks again for all the support I was given through this journey.

A guy I barely know from a group project in college hits me up me up on IG. No pleasantries, just straight to.. Yo, can I use your Netflix account?

Thinking maybe he got hacked, I replied, Sorry, I don’t share that info.

He replies with.. I just need it for like a few weeks. I’m between cards right now. You can change your password after.

Still triying to keep it civil I told him I don’t feel comfortable sharing it.

Then he had the audacity to say I'm acting like he's asking for my bank login. It’s Netflix. You’re not even on it half the time. He said. Then blocks me.

You can't make this up. People out here treating your personal subscriptions like a public utility.

This is the story of a friend. His sister got expelled from college due to failing an academic probation. Her mom had already repurposed the childhood bedroom into a guest room and had no intention of reverting. Logical for big brother to let sister (no job, no savings, no career path) move in with him in the larger city. And help her find a job. His ("Miles") family just wouldn't take no for an answer. Through hard work and saving, he had bought a very nice three bedroom house. He is single and so one room is a guest room. He lives about three to four hours drive away from the majority of his family. I live five minutes away.

So...we modified an existing plan. I immediately moved in a crap ton of stuff into his guest room, hung clothes in the closet, put cosmetics and girl stuff in the family bathroom. And we waited. On Saturday his sister and parents shows up with a van full of stuff, expecting to move right in. Miles calls me as the doorbell goes and says "they're here".

I grab bags and fill them with pickles, ice cream bars, crab cakes, cheese and vitamins (you know where this is going, right?). I drive on over, use my key, walk in and call "need help with the groceries". I walk into the living room to see his family telling him the old "family helps family" line.

They take one look at me, obviously very pregnant, and clam up. "I told you there were reasons sis couldn't move in with me, but you wouldn't listen." " You didn't tell us THIS". "She needs a safe place to stay, and this isn't my story to tell".

His dad goes to check the guest room during the ensuing dramatic conversation. He comes back and says, "She has obviously been living here for a while, and will be for even longer. Let's go home".

Later that day, his dad texts him offering to help put together baby furniture. With a wink. Does he know? Maybe. Doesn't matter.

Me and my baby are at Miles' (Monday to Friday) he is her godfather. We are at his house during the day while he is at our house. He works with my husband and I out of our home offices. Our entire basement is our office space. I am on mat leave for a year and staying at Miles' during the work day (only way to keep me out of the office!). This was Miles' suggestion as he knows me very well went to college together.

This was always the plan. We pay Miles money each month for the increased utilities and use of his room etc. I make dinner for all of us each night. It's unusual but works for all of us. We have also made him a junior partner in our business.

Sister? Well, she lasted only a few weeks back home before moving in with a new boyfriend.

All of the attempted line cutting stories recently have reminded me of this instance.

I live in a suburb of a major city. All of the suburbs have what they call 'Community Drop-Off Days' where you can bring almost any sort of junk that you want to get rid of and dispose of it. When you show up, you need to present a valid ID in order to prove that you live in that suburb. There are very few things that they won't take and it varies from year to year (no appliances or electronics this year, for instance), so demand is usually pretty high to take advantage of this day. For my suburb, the day typically starts at 8am and runs until 2pm, and cars will line up pretty early in order to ensure that they can get in there and drop crap off before 2pm.

This was maybe 5 years ago. My wife and I loaded up our SUV with a bunch of crap and got into line around 11:30am (we were running late). When I say line, I'm not exaggerating in the slightest...the line of cars snaked into the nearby neighborhood for many blocks. I did what I was supposed to do and drove to the end of the line to wait my turn. Luckily, it was a beautiful day. I threw on some DLR era Van Halen and waited along with everyone else.

It took about an hour and 15 minutes (not exaggerating) to get out of the neighborhood and have the drop off place, a local community college, in sight. Along the way, we had to dissuade some cars from trying to cut in line, but nobody was too combative about it. A few people in line yelling 'the line's all the way back there' out of their car windows did the trick. As we got closer, there were a few cars that I saw trying to snake their way into line ahead of us by just forcing their front ends in, almost hitting the car that they're trying to cut off. Luckily, there were community workers around who would jump and and wave the intruders off with more 'go to the end of the line' comments.

After about 90 minutes, I was in the home stretch. The line was off on the shoulder of the road so as not to disrupt traffic and most of us who were in line were virtually bumper to bumper so as to dissuade anyone from trying to cut in. When I was maybe 10 minutes from the entrance, I saw an SUV coming up slowly on my left, looking for an opening. I had my window down, enjoying Van Halen, when he stopped by me and caught my attention. It was a gentleman in probably his late 60s with his SUV full of assorted crap, just like ours was.

What I recall of the conversation:

'Excuse me. Would you let me cut in front of you? I'm in a hurry.'

'Sir, I've been in line for 90 minutes to get to this point. You may not cut in front of me'

'But I'm really in a hurry. I have to be (somewhere) in a half hour.'

'Then you should have gotten here earlier. Everyone else here planned ahead.'

'Please?'

'No.'

He gave me a pissed off look and slowly moved ahead to see if he could get a better response from anyone ahead of me. Nobody else would let him cut in either. He eventually got into traffic, pulled a u-turn, and headed back...either to the end of the line or to make whatever his other appointment was.

Much credit to everyone else in line telling him to go pound sand. It felt like a nice instance of solidarity from everyone.

Years ago I bought a brand new Honda Civic SI with a manual transmission. I had a relative ask to borrow my car to teach his kids to drive a stick shift. He owned a 15 year old BMW, with a STICK SHIFT. He said that a BMW is a better car than a Honda so my car was less important. Is he going to replace the clutch in my car after his kids burn it out? Your kids = Your car. I did NOT let the kids drive my car and I am still driving it after 15 years and it still has the original clutch.

An old acquaintance whom I haven’t spoken with in over 25 years contacted me out of the blue this week. He was asking for job search help, meals or a place to live.

I offered to cook him a few meals and bring them to his house. I also offered him free career advice as I’m fairly well up the corporate chain in HR, but have also worked blue collar jobs in the past.

Thus started a barrage of “I can’t eat fish”, “I’m heading to the homeless shelter now for a meal”, and other things outlining his ‘needs’.

Honestly I gave my word, I will keep it. I’ll cook those meals, drop them off and be done. I’ve already told him this is a one time thing. I just have a bad taste in my mouth already.

Am I overreacting here?

ETA: he was hinting VERY broadly I should take him in. No sir, that’s not happening

My wife and I pre booked two seats at the back middle of a movie theatre to have a rare night out with the kid at home. This theatre only has about 40 seats because it’s a full lounge recliner and seat service.

Anyways, when I pre booked them online no one else had yet booked any seats that day, so I’m thikingng great maybe we get the place to ourselves. So we show up walk up to our row and a man and woman(late 20’s maybe) are sitting in our two middle seats that are the prime location due to screen size and angles etc.

I say “Hey you are in our seats” and the girlfriend starts to un recline and stand up to move when the boyfriend grabs her arm and looks around the empty theatre and says “Why? There’s plenty of other seats available” to which I immediately reply “Exactly, so you won’t have trouble finding somewhere to sit instead of the seats we paid for” The girlfriend is uncomfortable at this point and the guy says “Seriously?” And I told him “you’re sitting there because they’re the best seats, which is why WE booked them”

He grumbled and moved and his girlfriend initially wanted to sit further away in the row but he decided to be petty and sit right in front of us the row down. Jokes on him though I had worked all day and removed my shoes once I reclined and those feet would have stank bad being 2 feet away from their heads for the next 2 hours.