Karen BREAKS INTO My House... LEAVES IN HANDCUFFS! - Reddit Podcast Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story we'll be reading today.
Mother in law breaks into my house, so I called
the cops on her. After that, I have to punch
in on the clock fine pay me overtime. And after
that I got my jerk ex frame kicked out of
our friend group. Now, for every thumbs up, this video

(00:21):
gets one. Karen does not get to break into anyone's house,
but breaking into people's homes is one of my favorite
weekend activities. So please smash that like button and subscribe
and turn on notifications for new stories from Reddit. Every
single day. Mother in law breaks in my house, so
I called the cops on her. I twenty seven female

(00:42):
split for my soon to be ex husband who's twenty
seven male. Three months ago on the day that our
son was born. This is because I'm ginger. My husband
is blonde, but our baby came out with dark hair.
He freaked out in the delivery room and his behavior
got him kicked out of the hospital. I had to
beg him to do a paturn test, and he finally
agreed to after a month and had proved that I

(01:03):
did not cheat. We had been together since we were thirteen,
so I was devastated and all I wanted was him back.
But I've come to my senses and decided that someone
who believed that school level Punnett squares are the be
all and end all of biological inheritance is not the
type of person that I want to be with. I
was also treated like crap by everyone but my older

(01:24):
brother Alex while we were waiting for the results, because
they all thought that I had cheated. It was a
horrible experience and as a result, I've lost many friends
and family members. Since the results came back, my ex
has been begging me to get back with him. I
moved in with Alex after we split, and he comes
almost every day to beg me to get back with him.

(01:44):
My in laws have also been harassing me too, especially
my mother in law, who's come over four times in
the past week asking me to forgive her son and
to let God back into my heart. I used to
be a Christian, and so are all of my in
laws in my family, but how I wish treated when
my baby was born made me lose faith fast. The
whole church community treated me like trash during this whole ordeal,

(02:07):
and it made me want nothing to do with them anymore,
and I don't want to raise my son in that
sort of a community. Yesterday, my mother in law turned
up to Alex's when he wasn't here, and she had
the pastor from the church I used to attend with them.
They practically forced their way in and I was being
berated for not forgiving my exes lapse in judgment. The
pastor basically sat there and said that I would be

(02:29):
going to heck if I didn't take my ex back.
I excused myself to the bathroom and called the police.
Pastor and mother in law were escorted out. Now I'm
being harassed on social media and being called and texted
by literally everyone that knows both me and my ex
and his family. They're calling me the jerk for going
nuclear and calling the police on two people who weren't

(02:50):
being threatening, and they're demanding that I apologize immediately. I'm
starting to feel bad now because I know they care
in their own twisted way, and I shouldn't have gone
nuclear on them. Am I the jerk? You know what?
Social media is vastly overrated. Why don't you take a
break from it for a week or a year or
two and mute your phone. Nobody's saying anything new. Your

(03:13):
husband and his community of flying monkeys treated you abominably.
Thank God for DNA tests to prove that you aren't
a cheat her. By their actions, they all showed their
true selves. You don't have to accept their demand that
you get over it and forgive them. Your loving husband
may say that he's sorry now, but take him to
court and make him sorry. Best of luck. Not the

(03:35):
jerk agreed one hundred percent. Granted he might not ever
do something like this again in his lifetime. If you
were to take him back, then again, you might sneeze
in front of him wrong one day and get the
same treatment. And the actions of your soon to be
ex mother in law and pastor are unforgivable. They both
should be ashamed of themselves. Of course, they don't see

(03:56):
it that way, and they never will. Not the jerk.
Move on with your life. Find someone who respects you
and whose family is in cuckoo for cocoa puffs. It's
odd no one has heard that kids are often born
with different colored hair. I'm blonde and my ex was
blonde as a kid. Our son was born with almost
black hair, then it slowly lightened up to almost white.

(04:17):
He was a total toe head and is still dark
blonde in his mid twenties. There was never a question
about his paternity regardless. These people are ridiculous and I'd
cut them all out of my life, focus on my
now baby, and move on. In case anyone wondered, You
don't go to heck for not taking an ex jerk
back either. Forget them, not the jerk Christians. You say.

(04:39):
The sooner you get away from this circus, the better.
Don't apologize, don't look back. They are not worth your time.
You did nothing wrong at all whatsoever. Don't let anyone
tell you otherwise. I have to punch in on the clock.
Fine pay me over time. I thirty one mail started
working for my uncle two years ago. He has a

(04:59):
color company with some business partners, and I worked directly
under him, learning every perk of running the business and
also being a personal assistant to him. We settled on
a contract in which I'd receive a fixed monthly amount
with a bonus of an additional salary by the end
of every year. While I had no overtime pay, I
had total control over my work schedule and by total,

(05:20):
I mean total. I could come to the job just
three days a week as long as I delivered results.
My husband knew my work ethic, so it was kind
of a win for him, since when needed, I'd work
sixty to sixty five hours a week if required. I
could also work during a holiday, and I was available
on call nearly twenty four to seven if anyone needed
anything from me related to work. Work was running great

(05:42):
until September of last year, when my uncle took a
couple of days to travel to another state to meet
new clients. One of his associates, let's call him Gordon,
took his role in the company for those days to
support some of his roles. Due to having worked a
fourteen hour shift the day before the travel and also
having had two twelve hour shifts the week before, I
was dead tired. Since we had little to know, work

(06:04):
piled up. I took an early leave the first day
he was there and arrived way after lunch the day after.
I then started working normally from the third day until
he came back a week later. He was furious at
my attitude, be rating my uncle for even contracting me
in the first place, since I don't even work full
regular hours, and he demanded among the other business partners

(06:26):
the company has six total owners, including my uncle, that
I at least punch in my working hours. If I
don't meet the quota, those would be deducted from my
monthly payment. There are a ton of labor laws where
I live, and employees have a certain amount of hours
required to work each month. Every hour short of that
is deducted from the monthly payment, and every hour beyond

(06:46):
is paid as overtime. Other partners backed up Gordon's claim,
stating that I needed more supervision on what I was doing,
which my uncle was forced to comply with. His only
remark was, since we're doing it by law, it means
that we also will pay him overtime according to the law.
Right they all agreed, and from October Ford I would
start punching my hours in on the job every day.

(07:08):
Que the malicious compliance. That was exactly what I did.
Gordon was expecting a decrease in my pay due to
being in the company at my least busy week since
I arrived, but in fact I usually pull tons of overtime. Also,
if they need to call me after I left, they
have to punch in the hours from the moment I
left until I finish the call, resulting in free overtime pay.

(07:31):
One more thing. By law, the rate of overtime pay
increases the more overtime is done in a month. It's
a really weird formula, but to simplify, my average overtime
hours pay one third higher than the average overtime hours
of other employees who have the same monthly salary as me.
My monthly income is now thirty percent higher due to
the overtime I started receiving in a busy month that

(07:53):
could even get close to fifty percent higher, even though
I'm actually working a little less than before. Gordon can't
go back to the same situation as before, since my
uncle made sure that once I started punching my hours
there was no going back and all partners approved. I
got my jerk ex friend kicked out of our friend grouve.
I twenty four female, have epilepsy. I have a service dog,

(08:16):
fully certified, who's trained to help me with my seizures.
I've been diagnosed since I was a kid, and I've
had my current dog, Bailey for four years now and
she's the bestest girl around. Before Bailey, I had a
previous service dog who we had to retire due to age.
But having a service animal is by no means new
for me. With her being a service dog, she's obviously

(08:36):
always with me. I have a core friend group who
hangs out quite often. My one friend, let's call her Anna,
also twenty four female, always makes really weird and almost
passive aggressive comments about me and Bailey example dogs. She
didn't come to restaurants, you're inconveniencing people, et cetera. She
doesn't get that I legitimately need her for my own safety.

(08:58):
It's not just for show. My seizures are really regular
for context, I actually get two different kinds. My small
ones are petite mal seizures. This essentially just looks like
I'm zoning out and staring into space quite often. People
who don't know me wouldn't even connect this. My big
ones are my main concern. These are facial seizures where

(09:19):
I fully lose consciousness. This can happen a couple times
a day for me, so it's obviously really important that
I manage it to the best of my abilities. Anyways,
our friend Anna wanted to host a game night type
of thing at her house when we got there, she
lost it on me. She told me it was incredibly
disrespectful that I showed up with Bailey without asking for
permission first, that I can't just assume people will be

(09:42):
happy with a dog always being around, that I should
have just stayed home if I couldn't handle being out
for a few hours without Bailey. I tried apologizing and
pointing out that I assumed she knew I was bringing
her since I've never gone anywhere without her. That set
her off even more. The guys were finally able to
calm her down, but her compromise was that I had
to put Bailey in the backyard. I was an idiot

(10:05):
and said fine, because I didn't want to inconvenience anyone
more or continue during the pod, Bailey went outside and
I returned inside with my friends. I ended up having
a seizure, blacking out and hitting my head on the floor.
I had to go to the hospital because of how
hard I had hit my head. I guess my friend
group absolutely went off on Anna for calling her hateful

(10:25):
and toxic and a jealous jerk. I guess she was
trying to say that I passed out for the attention,
and I got my way like always. Long story short,
no one wants her around anymore. Since this happened to her,
her sister and mom have been blowing up my phone,
calling me the jerk and demanding I fixed the situation.
And it's honestly getting to me, so read it. Am

(10:46):
I the jerk, Not the jerk. She sounds awful. To
be honest, your friend group was right to stick up
for you. Her behavior was deplorable. Not the jerk. She
literally caused you to suffer a medical incident. She had
so little regard for your health and well being that
she caused you actual harm. I'd be sending her, her mom,

(11:06):
and her sisters copies of the medical bill and then
cutting them off completely. Not the jerk. I really hope
you're okay after this seizure and also hitting your head.
I have to command your willingness to compromise that you'd
risk getting hurt and then actually getting hurt. I know
it's not intentional, but it sure got your point across.
If your friend was a normal person, she would have

(11:27):
apologized after the incident, but she doubled down and said
you did it essentially on purpose. I think this is
where she lost everyone. Am I the jerk for not
wanting to sell my sister's horse. I'm twenty one male.
My sister, Layla twenty one female, has owned her horse
since she was seven years old. A little over three
years ago, my sister had an accident in a sport

(11:48):
which landed her in a coma. Layla's horse is boarded
about a four hour drive from where I and most
of our family live. My older brother, Jacob twenty nine male,
and his mom lived less than an hour away from
the stable. The horse is fully trained, and Laylah used
to compete with him. The arrangement has always been that
most of the horse's expenses would be paid for by

(12:09):
Jacob's mom. Our dad isn't in the picture for any
of us, as well as my mom and stepdad. After
Laylah's accident, Jacob started contributing financially to the horse's needs
and even started riding him. Last week, my parents asked
me if we could have a talk. When I got
to my parents house. My best friend and Laylah's long
term boyfriend, Thomas, who's twenty one, was also there and

(12:32):
he didn't know why he was called over either. My
parents pretty bluntly told the both of us that they
were going to sell Laylah's horse because it's unlikely that
she'll ever wake up again and it's not reasonable to
keep putting money into the animal. I asked if they
had spoken to Jacob or his mom about this, since
they're the horse's primary caretakers and put a fair amount
of money and time in as well. My parents said

(12:54):
that they hadn't spoken to Jacob or his mom, and
they shouldn't have to because it's Laylah's horse and they're
her parents. Thomas disagreed with this and offered to contribute
financially to the horse, as well as driving up to
take care of him. If and when Layla does wake up,
she's going to want to know her horse is okay.
I agreed with Thomas and put out the same offer.

(13:15):
My parents told the both of us that we're not
thinking clearly and it's better for everyone if the horse
is just sold. This decision didn't sit right with me,
since I called Jacob and asked what he thought about
the matter. Jacob wants to keep the horse, and so
does his mother, and his mom has said that she
will fully pay for the horse's expenses by herself if
it comes down to it. My parents told Jacob that

(13:36):
he just needs to get over it because it's not
his choice, and hung up on him once the call
had ended. My parents said that I was completely wrong
for calling Jacob for his opinion, and that they're disappointed
in both Thomas and I for even considering keeping the horse.
Both my parents are upset now. They won't answer my
calls and have also seemed to cut contact with Thomas,

(13:56):
who was like a son to them. Am I the
jerk for going out against my parents on wanting to
sell my sister's horse and asking my brother his opinion
on it? Edit for more info. The horse had nothing
to do with Leylah's accident. She was athletic and involved
in multiple sports at the time. As far as I know,
my parents are completely fine with money, though it is

(14:16):
possible that they're just not telling me something. I'm not
one hundred percent sure as to who has the most
legal rights to the horse, because we've always called him
Laylah's and never really talked further about it, but I
assume he belongs to my parents. Thomas and I are
both in ongoing therapy. Therapy was suggested to my mom
a lot back when the accident first happened, but I
don't think she ever went, and my stepdad refuses to go.

(14:39):
Both myself and Thomas still regularly go see Laylah and
spend hours, if not the full day, with her. The
main reason for keeping so much hope is that occasionally
there'll be the slightest movements yet obviously non responsive, or
her heart rate will slightly pick up. My parents don't
go see her very often anymore, but they still ask
both of us about how she is. I don't know

(15:00):
if it's relevant, but Layla and I are twins, and
she had been dating Thomas since she was thirteen and
he was fourteen, which explains the extra attachment. Other people
do interact with the horse. He's properly groomed, and those
of Layla's friends who also boarded their horses there, as
well as sometimes the owners of the stable will pet
him and take him out into the paddock when they
bring their own horses out and bring him in again.

(15:22):
Layla has been in the coma for three years. Not
the jerk. Can you, Thomas, Jacob and his mom pool
enough money and buy the horse for Jacob and his mom.
You're all already putting money into the horse's care or
willing to do so three years ago. I don't think
this question is really about a horse. Maybe it's more
about realizing that your sister probably won't come out of

(15:44):
her coma. I believe that starting a fight about this
horse is just a diversion for you and could only
lead in some bad directions for all concerned. I urge
you to try to come to an understanding that your
parents have control over what happens to their daughter and
her things at this point. Especially also think therapy would
be a great idea for you. No jerks here. Your

(16:04):
sister is unable to ever ride a horse again. Best
case scenario, she would need extensive physical and occupational therapy
if she comes out of the coma, and she may
never be able to or want to ride a horse again.
Selling the horses not giving up on her. Selling the
horse isn't abandoning hope for her or betraying her. If
Jacob wants to buy the horse, that's probably a good solution.

(16:26):
Am I the jerk for stepping away from gift giving
with my step kids? I fifty female, have been in
a relationship with my husband, fifty two male, for several years.
We've been married a year, and there have been many
gift giving situations throughout. I've always been the one to
make things happen. Someone wants something, I figure out how
to get it done. I've always been involved in the

(16:46):
gift selection process for his kids, who are both in
their mid to late twenties. On my side of the family,
we've never done the step words and as it pertains
to them, it's always been the kids or our kids.
I've used it in this title in case you feel
it's pertinent. So here's my issue. In each of these instances,
I do not get a thank you. I barely get

(17:07):
a vague acknowledgment. I did get an awkward um thanks,
I guess on one birthday. Gift giving has been mostly
initiated and pre planned by me. I usually enjoy it.
I know it's not that the gifts have not been
good gifts. I have overheard on more than one occasion,
one or both of them bragging about what their dad
got them and how he's really stepped up his gift

(17:30):
giving game these days. It's hurtful. There's a lot of
real estate between a hearty pat on the back and
the disrespect that I feel. Something in the middle would
be nice. I pay attention throughout the year to what
they stake. Their current interests are an item, they drool over,
causes they like to support, etc. And what I would
give for just to look me in the eye thank
you sometimes. Most recently, one had a baby shower and

(17:53):
there were multiple tables full of gifts from fifty five
different people. Fifty four of them got a thank you.
Guess who didn't. The slight was so obvious that another
woman turned around laughed and said, they didn't say it,
So I will thank you. Yeah, not funny, but I'll
play it off. It's all good, haha. Pregnancy brain. I

(18:13):
get excited about gift giving and how much they'll love something,
and I just end up feeling lousy afterwards. Honestly, now
that I'm typing this out, I realize that they know
proper etiquette. It really is that they just don't think
it applies to me for some reason. So am I
the jerk for telling their dad that I will never
disapprove of any money he wants us to spend on
anything he wants to give to his kids. I'm just

(18:35):
no longer comfortable putting myself in that position when there
is so little or no appreciation. I'll try to thicken
my skin over this, and I'm hopeful that eventually I
will resume my current level of active participation. But for now,
it's okay to step back right. Honestly, you really need
to look at your husband here. He can set the
tone very quickly. Whether it works or not would remain

(18:58):
to be seen, but the fact that he's not stepping
up on his own as a huge red flag. A
lot of jerks in this story, but you ain't one.
Not the jerk. Not the jerk. Their dad should have
addressed this a long time ago, and it's cruel to
think you should continue doing it. A simple generic thank
you would suffice. I'm at a loss over their rudeness

(19:18):
unless you're the reason their parents' marriage ended. Am I
the jerk for telling a lady to get off a
machine at the gym if she wasn't going to use it?
There are two lat pulled downs set ups at our
gym and it's a very busy gem I thirty three
female was working out on a machine behind the lat
pulledowns and saw this lady, probably in her early forties,
very fit, sitting on one of the machines, chatting away

(19:41):
not doing a single rap. The other lat pulled down
was occupied by two guys going pretty hard. A little background,
This lady does this all the time. She loves to
sit on a machine and not use it and chat
with people. Once the conversation is done, she'll eventually start
her workout the number of times I've waited for her
on the leg Press while she chatted away not using

(20:02):
the machine. I digress back to the story. I saw
a timid girl, probably late teens to early twenties, shyly,
very politely asked the lady if she could work in.
The lady said no, that she hadn't used it yet.
The girl walked away, looking embarrassed. I got hot. I
called out the lady and said, with very clear irritation,

(20:22):
excuse me, ma'am. Hey, it's very busy right now. I've
watched you sit on this machine for at least the
last five minutes, chatting to your buddy without doing a
single rep. If you're not going to use it, it's
messed up to not let someone else in. The lady
told me I was rude, but got up and let
the other girl, who mouthed to me a thank you.
In the lady also reported me to management for being rude.

(20:44):
Didn't affect my membership, just a quick word from an employee,
And now this lady proceeds to glare at me anytime
she sees me in the gym. When I told my friend,
they said that the lady was obviously messed up, but
it was not my place to say anything to her.
Also that my condescending tone would have right anyone up.
Why I may be the jerk, it was none of
my business. I knew neither of the people. I shouldn't

(21:06):
have talked to her that way. I could have used
a more friendly tone and more productive language, not the jerk,
and we need more people like you. Thank you. People
like that contribute to the general anxiety around the gym
for the people who have a hard time being ford
befored not the jerk here I say something petty. Next

(21:27):
time you see her camping out on equipment, go report
her for being rude. GEM staff may think you just
have it out for her for reporting you, but this
crap needs to stop. Karen, mother demands the password to
my safe. My uncle and my mom have been arguing
over this, and I feel terrible. I don't know what
to think, so my mom let me get anything under

(21:48):
twenty five dollars for Easter. Given it's on Amazon. I
got a small mini ATM of sorts. It has a
four digit passcode and makes noise when someone attempts to
open it, and even louder if you fail. Plus, it
automatically sucks in your money like an ATM would. I
had been looking at this for a while, saving up
my allowance and planning to get it since it was

(22:10):
under the price range. I asked, and she got it
for me. It came in yesterday and I put the
batteries in, set the code, and already put the money
I had in it. I get a ten dollars allowance,
and if I do certain tasks, I get an extra
ten to twenty dollars, which is only about ten dollars
right now. My mom asked for the password, which frankly
I thought was a joke, so I told her a

(22:31):
fake one. I just thought it was her messing with
me and trying to get me to laugh. She came
home today and did her inspection of my room. I've
been spending the past few days working on the rest
of the house, so I haven't gotten a chance to
do it. I didn't think she would try anything, so
I continued making myself some sandwiches for a late brunch.
It was ten AM. I couldn't care less. Then I

(22:52):
heard the noise it made when you failed the pass code.
I tested it night prior, just in case, and rushed
to my room. What I see is my mom trying
to get into it. Then turned to me and glared.
You told me the password was one, two, three four.
Why isn't it working? I was confused and taken back,
like who expects this from their mom? I got upset

(23:13):
as well and yelled at her to get out of
my room and walk away from my money. She left
in a huff, and when my uncle came home, he
got his ear talked off, practically yelled at for it.
He says I shouldn't have lied, but I didn't have
to give her the passcode. Now the two are arguing,
and I feel really bad for causing it. Am I
the jerk, not the jerk at all. Your mother is

(23:36):
angry with you because she couldn't break into what amounts
to your piggy bank and steal your allowance. That's some
next level jerk behavior OPI she wouldn't even be stealing
it back. It's my uncle who pays me and started
my whole allowance anyways, not her, so not stealing it back,
just stealing it. Kid, You gobsmacked me. My jaw just

(23:57):
hit the desk. There are no words I can actually say.
It won't get me thrown off of this sub except
your mother is queen of the jerks. May no one
ever rise to take her place. It doesn't get lower
than stealing money from your kid that other people have
given them for their own daily spending and title mom
tries taking my necklace gets kicked out of the doctor's office.

(24:17):
For some context, since last year, I've been sick. At first,
we thought i'd need surgery. However, the doctor wanted to
check something out first and send me to another doctor.
After a couple months of testing, this was the last
one I needed. I also had messed up my leg
during this time, and it made it extremely hard to
walk on my own. My doctor had suggested I buy

(24:37):
a cane, which I did. Another thing about me, while
I'm an adult, I have an extreme babyface syndrome. People
have thought that I was an eighth grader while I'm
a freshman in college. My height of five feet doesn't
help that either. Now with context, let's get onto the story.
We've got me peach, We've got the nice boy, We've
got entitled mother, and we've got the security guard. I'm

(25:00):
sitting in the doctor's office waiting for me to get
called back. The doctor's office was absolutely packed, so it
took a while for me to get called back. After
five minutes of waiting, a seven year old boy and
a mom walk in and check in. Both sit down
in front of me, and I don't really think anything
of it. I move my cane more towards me in
order to avoid them tripping, and look at the TV

(25:21):
as I wait. After a couple minutes, I hear a
small voice speak, excuse me. I look down from the
TV and see the boy across from me looking at
me me. Yes, can I help you? Nice boy? How
come you have a cane? The mother looks up from
her phone and looks at me than him. Karen, don't
ask people those questions me. Oh, it's okay. I don't

(25:45):
mind people asking. I had an injury and the cane
helps me walk. Nice boy, does it hurt when you
walk me? Sometimes? But the cane helps. I know kids
tend to be naturally curious, so I didn't take his
comments as rude. After he asked, we started talking about
how our days were, our age, and eventually got to
talking about the birds. The kid was an absolute encyclopedia

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about birds and told me a lot of facts about birds.
One of my favorite he told me is that a
toucan's skin is actually more translucent, which is crazy. Nice
boy noticed my necklace, which is a metal raven and said, Wow,
I like your necklace. Is it a raven or a
crow skull? Me, it's a raven skull. You know a
lot about birds. That's really awesome. Yeah, I really like

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entitled mom cut him off, excuse me? I looked to her.
She had this look of pure hate and disgust. Me. Yes,
is there something wrong, Karen? Why are you wearing a
skull around your neck? That's kind of inappropriate, don't you
think me? No, it's just a metal raven skull. Nothing
inappropriate about it. It's kind of evil, isn't it? What

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her saying that blew me out of the water. And
what world is wearing something like a metal bird skull evil? Me?
Ma'am it's just a necklace. It's nice. I liked it.
I bought it. Karen, you really need to take it off.
You're going to corrupt my son. We are a Christian.
Looking over to the kid, he looked as dumbfounded as
I was. The boy. Mama, it's just a necklace. Be quiet.

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Then she tells me you need to take that off
right now and give it to me. Oh so you
look too young to be using a cane. You're just
wanting attention me taking none of her bs. Ma'am, I'm
not giving you my necklace or my cane, And if anything,
you're the one wanting attention. And you're ignorant for thinking
that just because my necklace has a bird skull on it,

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that it's evil. Also for thinking young people can't have
a cane just because they're young. Young people use things
such as canes and walkers all the time. How damn
you talk back to me. At this point, she got
up and tried to grab my cane and necklace. I
was ready to push her back, but the security guard,
who coming inside for some water, stepped in between entitled

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mom and me. Security guard, ma'am, I'm going to need
you to sit down and leave this person alone. What No,
they're evil. I'm trying to free them from the devil.
Security guard, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you
to leave now. This kind of behavior isn't tolerated here.
But my son has an appointment. I can't leave him here.

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Security guard, can you call his father? If not, you
will have to reschedule. Nice boy. My dad's in the car.
At that point, security guard escorted entitled mom out of
the building, and nice Boy's dad came in to watch
his son. Nice Boy's dad apologized profusely for his wife's
behavior and stated that she was a little eccentric. After
ten more minutes, I was called back and said goodbye

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to the boy. After my appointment, he and his dad
were gone, and I went on my way. Something that
I think is funny, however, is what nice Boy's dad
had said regarding entitled mom. I don't even know why
she said it was evil. She's not even Christian, she's
an atheist. I kicked my best man out of my
wedding for his gamer talk about my fiance. I thirty

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five male, am engaged to May thirty five female. My
best friend Andre, thirty five male, is the best man
fake names first details. May is a huge anime and
gamer nerd like huge we're all gamers, but she has
like every system under the sun and loves playing video games,
including the retro ones like Tetris and Sonic. She's also

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into MMORPGs like Final Fantasy, JRPGs like the Tales of series,
and games like My Time at Porscha and Animal Crossing.
May and Andre have always gotten along, but they never
actually hung out mere video games together. I had him
and two of our other friends over for a couple
of beers and cigars. Andre heard May turn on her

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switch and he asked if she had Super Smash Brothers.
She said yes, and Andre said, let me show you
a thing or two. In a joking manner. I warned
Andre that he was going to get thrashed, to which
he made the comment the girl gamers don't scare me. No,
May did not hear him. Well. May suited up with
Yoshi and she absolutely destroyed all of them without trying.

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They asked her to change characters. She went to Young Link,
then Peach, then Jigglypuff, then Roy and lastly her favorite
character Ness beat them all. Now I'll admit, my friends
have short tempers with gaming. I could see they were frustrated,
so I propose we do something else. Everyone except Andre
was done with the games. He proposed they played Tetris

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free on the switch and already downloaded, and once again,
Andre lost hard, like extra hard, painfully hard, to put
it short, he got completely thrashed. May one first place
and two player every game. Andre stopped playing and they
all went home afterwards, annoyed. I don't think May noticed.
Later on, Andrea and my friends invited May to a

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game of Rainbow six. May gladly accepted and chose her
favorite Frost. They played the private party matches and she
basically was always the last one standing. May told the
guys she was going to take a bathroom break and
put her headset down. I asked May if I could
play the next round. She agreed, and I put on
her headset, only to hear my friends talking trash about her.

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They were saying things like why are girls such try hards?
And she's good at gaming, but I bet she can't
make a sanwunch. Now. They didn't know I was there,
so I spoke and told them to shut up. Andre
laughed and said they were just joking, and I said
that's not funny, and what if May came back and
heard them. He said, it's just gim or talk and

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I said it wasn't. Andre told me I was being
a jerk and dragging down the groove. He also told
me they wouldn't be talking smack if I told May
to stop trying so hard. Long story short. After an argument,
I kicked Andre out of the wedding. I turned the
PS four off. When they asked why it was off,
I said the others got off, but I didn't tell
her what they said. Our friends were saying I was

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overreacting and they didn't mean it, but I honestly don't care.
It just made me so mad, Am I the jerk?
Did I overreact? Edit? I do plan to tell May
what happened. This only happened last night and she's at
our moms right now. I plan to tell her tomorrow.
Gamer talk, bro talk, locker room talk. Try and associate
it with whatever culture subculture you want. It's all hateful regardless,

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not the jerk. Yep, not the jerk. Good on you
for standing up for her. If the bros weren't so immature,
maybe they could find someone besides their moms to make
them a sandwich. Bravo to you tell them brules to
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watch this video next. You won't believe what Karen does
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