Karen DEMANDS GOVERNMENT MONEY... GETS TAUGHT A LESSON! - Reddit 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,
Karen demands the government provide for her family. After that,
am I the jerk for telling my sister she was
never a scapegoat? And after that, oh, I can't read
bed Now? For every thumbs up this video gets one,

(00:20):
Karen has to get a job. I have one Reddit boy.
It's called sitting here listening till you read all day.
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Karen demands the government provide for her family. I'm female
twenty seven and my friend who's also female twenty seven,

(00:42):
will call her Sarah and her husband decided to have
a baby in twenty twenty. They were both unemployed at
the time because of lockdown. Ever since the baby arrived,
when the friendship groups get together, all Sarah does is
dominate the conversation about her money woes. She is now
a stay at home mom and her husband's small business
collapse during lockdown and he's never worked since as he

(01:03):
can't find a job in his niche field. The friend
group has always been supportive of her and suggested extra
government support she can apply for, and have also suggested
her husband look for work outside of his field for
the time being, but she never seems to listen and
only wants to vent. Yesterday, she told the friend group
that she and her husband had been secretly trying for

(01:23):
another baby and she was now pregnant. Shortly after the news,
Sarah once again started to complain about money. She was
talking about how her kid is sleeping on a mattress
on the floor because she outgrew her crib, but they
can't afford to buy another bed for her right now.
She was ranting that the government should give more financial
support to unemployed parents. Sarah then pointed out that I

(01:45):
was being quiet, and I told her that if I
was being honest, she put herself in a worse financial
position by planning another baby, and it's not the government's
responsibility to provide for her family, especially considering her husband
has been unemployed for more than two years. Now. She
cried left and now my friends are all saying I
should apologize. You're the jerk. You have absolutely no right

(02:09):
to decide who should and who shouldn't be having kids.
I hope her and the whole friend group ghost your
judgmental self, because I know I would. Her and her
husband are the only ones who get to decide if
they want to have more kids or not. And she's
right about the government stepping in and doing what it's
there to do. It's there to serve the people, especially
those who need help. Why is it that the people

(02:30):
like yourself, who are so high and mighty and don't
even need financial help at all are the quickest to
judge those who do. You are what's wrong with this country,
And I'm so glad we have someone in office who
disagrees with your outdated ways of thinking. I also hope
that you are in the exact same position she is
one day, and that you can't get the help that
you need. You're the jerk. I'm getting major conservative vibes

(02:53):
from you. If you come to Reddit and expect us
to support your insulting of those who are battling socioeconomic
stre ruggles, You're in the wrong place. If it were
up to me, there would be a hard limit on
how much money anyone can legally make. Then the excess
would be used for people like your friend who need it.
Why are some people making one hundred million dollars a

(03:13):
year while others can't afford to feed their kids because
we have a broken system that doesn't work. Yes, you're
a major jerk and your friend did not at all
deserve your mistreatment. Well, who do you think is the jerk,
OPI or her friend? Please let us know. I think
you are the jerk. Reddit boy for reading these stories
and comments that just make my blood boil. But they're

(03:34):
very entertaining though, that's for sure. Am I the jerk
for telling my sister she was never a scapegoat? I
twenty female, have an older sister, Jen, who's twenty eight,
and a younger sister, Chloe, who's seventeen. Jen made our
lives horrible growing up. She was rude, reckless, a liar,
a thief everything. She refused to go to therapy and

(03:55):
fought our mom every step of the way. None of
us could have nice things because Jenn would ruin them.
She got into a screaming match with Chloe when she
was eleven and Jen was twenty two. There's so much
moore she's done, but it's very personal. She was a
bad person full stop. When she was twenty four, she
met her current boyfriend who's a literal god send. Jen

(04:16):
finally went to therapy, got a degree, and has a job.
She's not perfect, but I can acknowledge the effort. As
much as I dislike her, over the past few months,
she's been making an effort to reconnect with the family.
Chloe is full no contact, but me and Mom have
been seeing her. I feel like she's been lying to
her therapist because she's been told that she was the scapegoat.

(04:38):
I was the invisible kid and Chloe was the golden child.
This couldn't be any further from the truth. I will admit.
At the height of Jen's spiral, Mom did assume everything
bad was caused by Jen, but that was because it
had been years of the same destructive pattern of behavior, Like, yes, Jen,
you're an alcoholic. Of course she's going to assume it
was you who stole her booze, or assuming she got

(05:00):
fired from her job due to her attitude, which is
why she got fired from every job beforehand, or assuming
she was being brought home by the police because she
regularly breaks the law. This was never Mum being malicious,
but when that's what you've come to expect over nearly
ten years, you're going to make a snap judgment. Jen
and her fiance Luke met with me to have coffee

(05:21):
and she brought this up, and I'll admit I laughed
in her face. She asked what was wrong, and I said, scapegoat. Seriously, Jen,
I'm glad you're getting better, but you were a jerk
growing up. She got really upset and said she was
trying to reach out. I said, I appreciated it, but
she has to acknowledge how much hurt she caused everyone.

(05:41):
She ended up storming out and sent me a text
saying she's not going to be disrespected like that and
that it took years for her to realize the family's dynamic.
Am I the jerk? Here at it? Some people have
asked me how I know Jen is lying and why
I was so dismissive of her. Here's why her assessment
of her siblings died dynamic, Golden, invisible, and scapegoat do

(06:03):
not line up at all. I'm apparently the invisible kid,
which could not be further from the truth. The same
goes with Chloe, who Jen labeled the golden child. I'm
looking at examples and traits of all three syndromes and
none of them line up. I also want to make
it clear that Jen assigned these labels to us, not
her therapist. I've learned that responsible therapists don't use terms

(06:24):
like these, So my best guess is that Jen came
up with all of this herself whilst we were meeting,
or her therapist reinforced it. Either way, Jen came up
with this alignment, which makes me skeptical of her. Not
the jerk, but it sounds like you could also benefit
from therapy. You don't want to hold on all of
this anger for your sister forever, especially if she's trying

(06:44):
to better herself. You'll just come off bitter. Maybe keep
contact to a minimum for now too. Is she getting better? Though?
It seems that the sister is delusional. Instead of taking
accountability for what she did, she came up with an
alternative reality of what really happened. It's easy to get
better when your excuse is that you were mistreated and
not that you were just a bad person, not the jerk.

(07:07):
Your words were harsh, but they sound like they're spot
on and wording aside. Your point was to acknowledge her growth,
but also point out that it's not okay to claim
victimhood after the fact if it keeps you from actually
taking responsibility for your actions. It sounds like she's made
some strides, but if this turns into I was actually
the victim, then her progress and therapy have gone sideways

(07:28):
and it'll become toxic again. You were right to point
that out and make sure she knows you have your
own memory of how this went down. It's complex because
she may legitimately have gotten the short end of the
stick at times, like assumption she had done something bad
when she hadn't. Due to the track record of bad
things she had done, she'd be best served to let
it all go rather than trying to untangle the web

(07:49):
of when she was wronged. I hope she gets over
it and continues her growth. But I don't think you
were the jerk for what you said. Oh I can't
read bed. Many moons ago I worked contract for a
medical placement company and the employee health department of a
rack and pinion steering plant. The plant was scheduled to close,
but they were still hiring. It was a head scratcher

(08:11):
for us too. An extra help was needed for drug
screens on the new hires. The other duties were seen
to injuries as they occurred, setting up appointments with Doc
on days he would come flu shots. And then there
was the project. Here's where the story begins. The project
was a collection of every medical piece of paper in
the plant, all of them scattered in boxes, stacked to

(08:33):
the ceiling, no sense of order at all. Two of
the veteran nurses would periodically adjourn down to the war room,
as it was dubbed, to do whatever they did with
the mess. I was enlisted to help one day and
succeeded in only managing to mess up the Excel spreadsheet
named Apricot for reasons I've yet to understand, but they
were using to attempt to collate this mess on days

(08:55):
when we were slow, if we had no patience, I'd
stay at my post and read. And one of those
days the boss lady came by and decided to take
umbridge at that hobby. I should add that if I
was reading, everything was stocked, all other projects were done,
and I'd already been yelled at for sweeping up after myself.
I'd really rather you not do that. I need you
doing work. It looks bad, Okay, what else needs to

(09:19):
be done? After she looks around at all. I've done nothing.
You're done. Just don't read, so I said, I'm not
a good sitter. Fast forward. She gets sick and a
temporary boss comes in. I get assigned the project. It
takes a minute, but I get it whipped into shape. First,
I sorted papers into folders by name. Then I organized

(09:41):
by dates on papers passed to recent in each file.
Then I alphabetized the folders and put them in boxes.
What had taken the other two nurses months on end
took me a few weeks. After that, I started a
new Excel spreadsheet. Data entry is one of my favorite things.
And I'm fast. Name, date of birth, first date listed,
last date listed, easy, pasy. I was blowing through twenty

(10:04):
to thirty boxes a day. I only took lunch in
bathroom breaks. The boss comes back from sick leave, walks
in and goes pale. What happened? Nothing, I've been working
super hard. Is it not done right? It's great? But
it's gone. Yes, ma'am, I've made decent progress. She hem
hawed around and finally muttered, I need you to slow down. Sorry,

(10:29):
I need you to slow down. We told them we
needed at least this amount of time to complete that project,
and as fast as you've gone, there won't be any
work left to do. So what else can I do?
Do a box, read a book, do a box, take
a nap. Just slow down, bring your books or several books.
Just slow down. And that's how I got permission to

(10:51):
read in my own downtime at work. Might not be
the best malicious compliance story, but after fifteen years, it
still makes me laugh. Hibachi fun. This happened just yesterday afternoon.
My wife convinced me to go to a tulip farm.
Spent the time picking up tulips, paying for them, and
having to stand and walk around for three hours for
Instagram pictures is not fun. By the end of that event,

(11:14):
we were tired and hungry. I wanted to eat somewhere
fun and found a hibachi place. My kids were excited
and my wife was happy with her hall. We ended
up arriving at the hibachi place and led to our seats,
great service by the staff. More on that later. I
forgot to mention that I had a toddler and wanted
a high seat from my daughter so she can see
the griddle. The staff pointing to one of the weight

(11:36):
staff and indicated I needed a high chair. I was
ten feet from the chair and the waitress was further away.
I waved her off and grabbed the chair myself. As
I returned to the table, another couple was being led
to the other side of our table. Each hibachi set
up set nine to ten people, so I stopped to
let them pass. After passing, a woman turned around and
said something to me. But it was noisy, and I

(11:59):
was concentrated on get my daughter seated. As I struggled
with the seat belt, I felt a tap on my shoulder,
but I set my daughter first. After seating my daughter,
I turned around and the same lady was literally inches
from my face, telling me a bunch of things. I
giggled and told her, sorry, I don't work here. Now.
I don't know why she thought I did at all.

(12:19):
Everyone who worked there was dressed in black and white.
I was wearing a T shirt, had mud on my shoes,
and my hair was tossed around like I hadn't slept
in daze. However, she insisted and kept raising her voice
at me. Granted it was noisy, I repeated that I
don't work here. She then got heated, yelling and getting angry,
saying it was about her food allergies and if she

(12:40):
got sick, she would sue me. At this point, I
was tired and told her I don't care about your
allergies because I don't work here. She put her finger
in my face, and my wife notices, gets up, swats
her hand away, and stood between this lady and I.
My wife clarifies that I don't work there, turns around
and sits me down, and the lady keeps raising her

(13:01):
voice that I was rude to her. At this point,
her husband was red and grabbed to sit her down.
This interaction lasted for less than a minute. The staff
came by and calmed everyone down and made sure everyone
was seated. They asked if I wanted to be moved,
but I said no, I was fine where I was.
Then asked the lady if she wanted to be moved,
and she said no, but seemed pretty upset. The hibachi

(13:23):
chef had noticed all of this as he rolled his
cart in. He started his routine, and my wife and
kids loved it. I just sat there, happy as a
clam that everyone was having a great time while I
would get to eat. At this point of the dinner,
The hibachi chef started spraying my kids with water, which
they loved, and for the adults he would spray them
with white wine from a bottle to loosen them up.

(13:44):
When he gets to me, he gives me a really
long dose and says, you need a double you work
overtime today. I thought this was hilarious. As he went
around giving all the adults a spray of wine. He
gets to the lady and gives her the tiniest spray
and says, maybe not too much for you. She giggles
but was obviously not entertained. As he does his routine.

(14:05):
We had a good time and ate good food. My
kids loved it, and to me, that was the important part. Now,
after the routine, the chef started cleaning up. He tosses
a clean rag and scraper near me, and without missing
a beat, I yelled yes, boss, got up and started
scraping off the grill. The chef started barking at me
even more. I moved faster and more frantically. Then a

(14:27):
wait staff brings a mop and bucket and I started mopping.
Everyone was laughing. My kids were going crazy. It was
hilarious to me at the least, so to add to it,
I spontaneously asked everyone to give a generous tip for
the show, even though it wasn't necessary, and they did
except for you know who. I was finally urged back
to my chair with clapping for my family. Chef gave

(14:50):
a handshake for being a good sport and went on
his way. We finished eating and getting served dessert. We
then hear talking from the corner where the couple is
now arguing because she was me and her husband allowed
it all to happen. I really felt that at that
point and just wanted everyone to leave on a good note.
I apologized about the interaction earlier because it was easy

(15:10):
for me. I had no stake in their argument, and
it did seem to help. We finished eating and packed
up our stuff to leave. As we were leaving, this
lady was at the lobby complaining to the manager about everything.
My wife stopped and chimed in. Apparently the manager already
knew made it clear to the lady to calm down,
and then an Asian accent said, oh, so sorry, no refund,

(15:32):
Now you go home. The lady was getting pulled by
her husband to the parking lot at that point. Sorry dude.
Then that manager turns to us and the most New
Jersey accent. I can't believe that accent worked. I hope
you guys had a great time. He proceeded to talk
to my wife and kids while his staff helped me
get our stuff into the car. He walked us out

(15:53):
and gave my kids some takeaway snacks. Loved it. Overall,
it was a fun day. Am I the jerk for
saying that my sister made her own bed when she
named her daughter like this? My sister, after years of
trying to have kids, got pregnant to have my niece.
When she told us the name, I explained in the
best way that the name she chose was very common

(16:15):
for an animal, an example, with an American name. She
wanted to call her daughter Bella, just Bella, and in
my country, Bella would be extremely common for a pet.
She said, I was anticipating the worst and wouldn't change
my mind. I gave up, but she was warned. She said,
I was anticipating the worst and I should change my mind.
I gave up, but she was warned. Recently, my fiance

(16:38):
was asking for a dog, and I decided to adopt one.
My fiance always wanted to have a dog named Bella
tribute to her childhood dog, and I even commented about
it being the same name as my niece, who's two now,
but she said that she always wanted to name one
of her pets even before my sister got pregnant, since
she owns it, I didn't want to contest. We currently

(16:58):
don't live together, but we constantly stay at each other's
houses and Bella comes with her all the time. This
weekend was my son's birthday and there was a party
at the house, so all my siblings, parents in laws,
and my fiancee came over, including Bella. Both of them.
No one in my family had met her yet, not
even a week after we adopted and we introduced her.

(17:19):
My sister became quiet. My brothers made a joke with
the same names. The mood softened after a while, but
when I was alone with my sister, she started saying
that I was petty for choosing the same name as
my niece for my dog and caused her unnecessary discomfort
since I could have chosen any other name. I explained
by saying that it wasn't me who chose it, but
my bride. Right after that, the reason for the name.

(17:42):
She even said that we could have chosen another name
out of respect for her and her niece. I ran
out of patience and ended up saying in a harsh way.
She was already yelling at me, and I hate being
yelled at that. If she didn't want to go through
that kind of discomfort, she shouldn't have put one of
the most common names for a pet, and that there's
going to be a dog by that name on every corner.
She knows it, and she chose it anyway. So she

(18:05):
made her bed by naming her that she left early
and we're not on good terms. My parents are begging
me to change the name, but it's not my dog,
and my fiance won't budge, saying that she always said
that Bella will be the name of her first pet.
To everyone extra, the name is mel the equivalent of
honey and English a nickname for Melissa. Mostly in Brazil

(18:27):
at least, Mel is one of the most, if not
the most used name for a pet. I only know
my niece with this name, but I know ten dogs
named Mel, So basically, your sister named her the local
equivalent of spot or rover. Well, darn, that was an
entirely bad choice, and the dog's name wasn't up to you,
So there's that, not the jerk. It's almost like a

(18:50):
combo of everyone sucks here and no jerks here, because
people name pets human names all the time, Bailey, Henry Colin.
Even my dog's name is olive. I don't see why
this is such a big deal for all parties involved.
I think you and your fiance did do it on purpose,
but your sisters shouldn't care so much. Am I the
jerk for no longer paying my fair share after my

(19:13):
boyfriend donated a large amount of insurance money to charity.
My boyfriend, twenty six Mail and his brother twenty nine Mail,
had a very bad relationship. His brother was an alcoholic
and he had to pay for insurance as part of
his job, and he passed from drinking and falling down
the stairs. Insurance paid out two hundred and sixty thousand
dollars split between him and his mom. Dad abandoned them,

(19:35):
so one hundred thirty thousand dollars each. He said he
didn't want the money and wanted to donate it to
a charity. We've been together for three years, and for
two of those years I've paid the majority of the expenses.
I make around ninety thousand dollars a year and he
makes thirty five. He also has credit card debt from
not making enough to survive on and medical debt. I

(19:56):
paid two thousand of our twenty six hundred dollars rent
most of the food costs so he can pay off debt.
I will admit I feel like he can do better,
but with his bad upbringing and crappy family, I tried
to be gentle about nagging him, and he hasn't made
any areas of improvement. I've worked hard to get new
jobs and increase my salary and he hasn't, which hurts

(20:16):
because I work a lot, nine to eleven hours a day,
while it seems like he gets to follow his passion.
He teaches kids gymnastics, which doesn't pay well. I'm an engineer,
and it feels like I'm doing all of the work
keeping us afloat. So when he got the money, I
said we should buy an apartment or use it to
pay off his debt, or save it or something, but
he wants to donate it, and I'm really hurt because

(20:38):
he doesn't care that by doing that, I'm forced to
keep working harder and harder to support us, especially because
our rent got legally increased to twenty nine hundred dollars
and so if we re sign for this place, almost
half of my money is going to rent. I tried
to explain it that we need the money and he
can donate a portion, but he needs to take care
of our finances first, like I've been doing for years.

(21:01):
But he's mad that I want to make use of
his brother's blood money and accuses me of only seeing
money when it's about doing the right thing. I feel
like he only cares about doing the right thing while
letting me do all of the hard stuff, like paying
all the bills and taking care of real life. His
brother passed almost a year ago, and he got the
insurance money six months ago and hasn't helped out at all.

(21:22):
I've already talked about everything I wrote above to him,
and he just ignores me. Last month, I found out
he donated everything to the American Cancer Society, and while
it's a good cause, it doesn't help our finances. I
was so angry that I'm left payin for everything so
he can feel noble. I've told him he needs to
start paying half the rent and food, and I'm no
longer subsidizing him. We've had so many fights about this

(21:45):
because I only buy enough food for myself and he
gets home with nothing to eat and accuses me of
being selfish. He says, because I make more, I should
be paying what I do. But he got a lot
of money, so why doesn't he pay for more things?
Even his mother, who wasn't great to him, called and
begged him to keep the money rather than donating it.
Everyone in my life, my parents, my friends, and my

(22:07):
sister consider him a bum and openly ask me why
I'm with them. I don't know if I can answer
it positively anymore because I feel used. But am I
the jerk for insisting my boyfriend pay half of everything
now that he has donated all of his brother's insurance money?
Do you want outside permission to dump him? Boom done
and granted, break up with him? Not the jerk. Anyone

(22:30):
who gets money like that and gives it away when
they have actual responsibilities is no one to continue making
a life with. Bail Flee, scurry, abandon ship, save yourself,
your sanity and money. Not the jerk. Do not resign
that leafs tell him that if he wants to make
major financial decisions on his own, then he can cover

(22:50):
his major financial expenses on his own. Everyone sucks here.
He has huge survivors guilt, and that can be paralyzing.
Been there, done that, still kind of doing it. That
being said, he has responsibilities and debt to pay off
that affect more than just him. On the other hand,
the fact that you're complaining about his profession and playing
the martyr doesn't help things for you. I am guessing,

(23:13):
or should I say hoping, that you knew how he
mishandled money, that he was in debt, and what his
job was before you moved in together. In that case,
I say, play stupid games, win stupid prizes. You're the jerk.
It's an inheritance and you don't get to decide how
he uses it. It's funny that when this comes up
in other posts, the person, usually a dude who is

(23:35):
unhappy how their partner uses the money, is called the jerk,
but not you. It would be interesting to see how
this would have played out if the genders were reversed.
Having said that, this guy sounds like a bomb, so
you're a double jerk if you don't break up with him. Seriously,
what's he bringing to the table. You're obviously intelligent. What
are you getting out of this? Everyone sucks here, though

(23:57):
primarily him. You're right that what he did with the
money wasn't wise, and that he should have put some
of it towards some form of savings or your shared expenses.
It was an opportunity, and he blew it. He didn't
even pay down his debts. No wonder you're resentful of
this decision, but darn you are awfully judgmental of someone
working for thirty five thousand dollars a year. His work

(24:18):
teaching those kids is real work. That's almost seventeen dollars
an hour and is more than a lot of us make.
Someone flipping burgers for significantly less than thirty five thousand
a year does real work too. They are not bums.
Your response to anyone saying that he's a bum for
making a full time wage should be to shut that
crap down. But you seem remarkably okay with hearing it. Honestly,

(24:42):
you two don't sound compatible. You have very different financial
priorities and goals, and it doesn't seem like there's trust
or respect there on either side to allow you guys
to work through that. You really can't be expected to
ignore what he did either. It is a big deal.
He has shown you who he is. Believe well, who
do you think is the jerk? Op or her boyfriend?

(25:04):
Please let us know? Am I the jerk for not
returning my friend's wallet? So? This guy that I hang
out with has almost the exact same wallet as I do, size,
color stitching, just the texture of our wallets is slightly different.
So anyways, we were hanging out with some friends and
decided to call it a night. While I was grabbing
my stuff to leave, I grabbed his wallet. By mistake,

(25:25):
I had already thrown my own wallet in my gym
bag I kept with a change of clothes because I
go over straight after work. I got all the way
home without realizing it. I lived twenty minutes away and
it was raining at eleven o'clock at night. So I
get a phone call maybe five minutes after I get home.
Hey man, do you have my wallet? Check my pocket
and sure enough it's there. Tell him I'm sorry that

(25:46):
I have it. Well, I need you to drive it
back to me. He doesn't know this, but I have
to be at work at eight in the morning and
leave at twelve the next morning. But I didn't say this.
I just ask him if I can bring it to
him early tomorrow. I know I met stop, No, Bud,
you messed up. I work early in the morning and
I want to go out, so I need my wallet.
You got to bring it to me. Man, you messed up.

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You've got to make it right. Dude. It's raining and late,
and I don't care. Man, that's my property. Well, of course,
but we're friends and you should be able to trust me.
That's not the issue. That's my property and you can't
keep it if you don't bring me my wallet. You're
no longer allowed at my house. Oh well, I guess
I'm no longer allowed at your house then, and you

(26:30):
can come get your wallet tonight if you really want
to go out so badly this late. Otherwise you can
wait until the morning before I go to work. And
he decided to come get it. I ended up giving
him twenty bucks as well since he drove out. I
guess we aren't friends anymore, am I the jerk? Edit
Someone said to edit this post and talk about the
visual impairment of the rain. It was hard to see

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at points in time. I don't know what you want
me to say. It's Florida April, and if you live
in Florida, you know how chaotic the weather can be
here sunny one spot, pouring the next, a drizzle here
and more pouring. So like that except dark, I guess. Also,
if you say he could have gotten hurt coming to
get his wallet in the rain, but call me a
jerk for not wanting to do the same to either

(27:14):
of us, then you're kind of the jerk. You're the jerk.
It was your mistake because you took your friend's wallet
and didn't make right by it. How hard is this?
Wouldn't want to be friends with you either. You're the jerk.
How is this even a question? You messed up, took
someone's wallet, credit cards, and identification, then asked him to

(27:34):
deal with it because it's raining and you need to sleep. Yeah,
you're a big jerk. Am I the jerk for going
into my sister's house without permission? I female, thirty two,
have a younger sister who's nineteen that has a set
of twins who are both one. She got pregnant unexpectedly
in high school, and me and my parents have been
very supportive of her. My husband owns a town home

(27:56):
complex that he rents out, and we decided to let
her live in one of them rent free, since she's
in college and we want her to focus on that.
The only rule I had for her was to not
allow her baby daddy, who's twenty three, to move in.
The guy's pretty much bad news and has a record,
and every time he comes into my sister's life, he
sets her back mentally and academically and way more stuff.

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My husband drives past these homes every day and he
always sees my sister's baby daddy's car in the driveway.
At first, I thought he was just visiting her babysitting,
but my husband left work at eleven pm one night
and he told me he had seen the car there still,
so my suspicion was he was staying there. I asked
my sister first, and she lied to me and said

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he's never there, which is a lie because his car
is there daily. My sister went out of town, and
this is where I might be wrong, but I just
needed to see for myself, so I used the master
key and went into the house, and it's pretty clear
that he's living there almost all of his stuff was there,
and I was honestly furious because that was the only
rule I gave her, and we're losing money by heim

(29:00):
helping her. I waited for her to come home and
I confronted her about it, and of course it turned
into a screaming match, and she was mad I went
into her home without permission. I told her she needs
to start paying rent or I'll be evicting her. My
mom is on her side and said it was unnecessary
that I went into her home when she wasn't there,
and that I would be the jerk if I start

(29:20):
demanding rent or evict her since I was once her
age and I dated horrible dudes too, So am I
the jerk? Edit? No, she does not have a lease
for the townhouse since she's not paying anything there. If
she were to start paying rent, she would be put
on the leaves. The only thing that she pays for
is cable and electricity. Everything else we pay for the

(29:40):
townhouse is under the ownership of husband's company. Second edit,
the argument that some of you guys are making that
she's a tenant and I broke rental agreement, I'm going
to repeat myself. She does not have a lease or
rental agreement. Technically the place is still my husband's. She
hasn't paid any sort of rent towards the house. She
never paid any security deposit. He's legally just a person

(30:01):
that stays on our property. The most rights she would
potentially have is squatters' rights. Other than that, no, how
do you guys think we have spare keys to get in?
If she was a traditional renter, we wouldn't have access
to a spare like that. Again, my sister has no
binding to the property. It's in my husband's name. He's
the sole owner of that property. Her ownership to the

(30:21):
house is equivalent to someone staying at a hotel for free.
Not the jerk. She knew the rules, she broke them.
She can pay her way or live by the rules.
It's a simple concept, really, Not the jerk. Sounds like
she's used to no consequences lie to your face. It's
not her house if she doesn't pay rent or a mortgage.

(30:42):
Legally you were in the wrong, and so was she.
But morally you're not the jerk. You set one rule
in return for repeatedly gifting her a large amount of
money each month. It's obvious that she thinks she can
do whatever she wants without any consequences, So I would
stay the process of evicting her. If your mom is
so concerned, she can live with your mom, or your
mom can pay for her to rent somewhere else. But

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I would get her out of that house because she
seems like a type to start mistreating it because she's
not getting what she wants. And this is why you
never let someone you're related to move into a house
that you own. It's just asking for trouble. New neighbors
have nine people crammed into a two bedroom apartment and
are extremely loud all of the time. I've lived in
my apartment for almost two years, and my experience has

(31:26):
been unproblematic so far. I live in the second to
last unit, and our old neighbors in the last unit
moved out about two months ago. We got new neighbors
in that unit three days ago. For those three days,
it's been rough. There are at least five kids and
four adults living in the unit. The kids and adults
yell almost constantly. Kids are loud, but that doesn't even

(31:47):
bother me the most because it can be tuned out.
What's bothering me is that the adults have had at
least two extra vehicles in the parking area. Each unit
gets two spaces unassigned, and my partner and I utilize
both of ours. And they played loud music for hours
while smoking and drinking, and they're running cars. In the
day they do the same, and the kids run around

(32:07):
all the parked vehicles. It's painful to see the alerts
on my doorbell cam when the kids are playing around
the vehicles because I bought a new vehicle just last week,
so I'm still in the phase where I'm hyper aware
of making sure it's taking care of cosmetically and mechanically.
On day two of new neighbors, one of the kids
set my car alarm off somehow I still can't figure
it out, but a scooter was involved. My dilemma is

(32:31):
what do I do. I've already asked one of the
adults nicely if they could maybe avoid the kids playing
tag with vehicles, but shortly after as when my alarm
went off, I don't want to complain to management because
the neighbors would obviously know it was me as I'm
the only next door neighbor aside from the building across
from us. Maybe I'm being dramatic or paranoid. I don't know, man,

(32:51):
I really feel like a Karen, but this crap is
stressful for me, considering I haven't had to worry about
this crab since I've moved in. I doubt the management
rented to nine people. Let them know. Support our channel
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(33:11):
in that one.