Karen DEMANDS I PAY $20K For Her Wedding... GETS TAUGHT A LESSON! - Reddit Stories

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Episode Transcript

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's sister demands I pay for her wedding since I
can afford it. After that, forget your HOA and its
ridiculous rules. And after that, am I the jerk for
taking the vegetables off my kids burgers? Now, for every
thumbs up, this video gits one. Karen has to pay

(00:21):
for her own wedding. It'll be worth it once I
divorce you, Reddit boy, So please smash that light button
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Reddit every single day. Karen's sister demands I pay for
her wedding because I can afford it. Hi thirty three female,
have a younger sister, Jamie, who's thirty one, who got

(00:42):
engaged to her fiance a few months ago and now
she's deep into the wedding planning. Our parents gifted us
twenty five thousand dollars each as a wedding present when
we got engaged, to help with wedding expenses and just
to help us get started with some savings. For background,
I got married two years ago to my husband and
we practic had little to know expenses. We just did

(01:02):
a small wedding ceremony and celebration in my parents' backyard,
and I used my mom's old dress, so our only
expenses were really just food and photography. Due to this,
we saved twenty thousand dollars of the money we were
gifted and just to put it into savings. Although my
husband and I were happy with our day, Jamie had
a lot to say. She practically spent every single family

(01:23):
event after the wedding gossiping about how my wedding was
so trashy and cheap. I think she expected a lot
more from me because I work as a software engineer
and my husband is a surgeon, and we could have
afforded to have had a much nicer wedding. Now it's
time for her wedding and she has plans to go
all out for it, which I wouldn't care about if
she could afford it. But instead she's become a greedy bridezilla,

(01:47):
asking anyone and everyone for cash. My parents refused to
give more than the original twenty five thousand dollars, and
the other family members have chipped in, but maybe five
thousand dollars Max combined. Unfortunately, my sister knows I saved
the twenty thousand dollars from my parents and that my
husband and I have a good amount of money saved
up because of our salaries. She's been asking me NonStop

(02:10):
to give her the twenty thousand dollars as a wedding
gift or help pay another one of her events, like
the bridal shower, bachelorette rehearsal dinner, or honeymoon. Her reasoning
is that my husband and I could easily afford to
gift her one of these things, and I even gifted
my cousin the honeymoon vacation as a wedding gift last year,
so why couldn't I do something similar for my only
sibling when I did it for my cousin. She's right

(02:32):
in the sense that I could easily afford to pay
for parts of her wedding, but in all honesty, I
don't want to give her anything after she treated me
so poorly following my own wedding. I told her my
reasoning and that I don't want to financially support someone
who didn't support me on my big day, and now
she's been ignoring me, going around telling family that I'm
extremely selfish and immature for this. Apparently, she's already put

(02:55):
down deposits on a lot of services and vendors for
her plans and just expect me to help pay for it.
But now she has no way of paying the vendors,
and she can't get her deposits back either, So now
my family wants me to help her out so that
she doesn't lose the little money she already has. I
just don't see how this is my problem. Am I
the jerk not the jerk? She got a sum of

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money for it, and if she can't stay within that budget,
nobody else needs to pay her a penny. You don't
owe her even five cents. You were smart to have
a low budget wedding and have money for other things.
After smart, smart, smart, she was rude. Rude. Rude. Sister's
audacity is so lacking in self awareness that it's almost comical.

(03:37):
Even if she hadn't spent the last two years publicly
trashing Ope's wedding, she still wouldn't be entitled to any money,
and her behavior after Op's decision only shows that Op
made the right one, not the jerk. Why do people
plan events that are outside their budget and then expect
others to make up the difference. Twenty five thousand dollars
is a lot of money if spent wisely. It seems

(03:59):
she banked on having the twenty thousand you saved from
the outset. No, just plain no, forget your HOA and
its ridiculous rules. Back in high school, I was all
about my car. Don't get me wrong. It was a
rolling piece of junk, but it was my car. It
had a trade in value of maybe five dollars, but
it was my car. I was learning how to take

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care of it, by which I mean I found where
the dipstick was and how to pull it. I hadn't
yet moved on to tire inflation, one step at a time.
One day after school, I drove over to my friend's place.
We jump out, pop the hood, pull the dipstick, check
the oil, and it was fine, so put the hood
back down. I had no idea what an HOA was,
nor what it meant. I was just a happy, ignorant teenager,

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eager to demonstrate how responsible I was with my wheels.
A few days go by and we're hanging out at
my friend's place when his mom comes home. She starts
giving us the business and that I'm annoyed but trying
not to be voice about a warning she received from
the HOA reguarding repairing cars in your driveway, complete with
a photo of my car with the hood up. Really,

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she was being pretty good, though clearly annoyed. We explained
that we weren't repairing anything, that I was just checking
the oil levels and didn't even need any tools. Pitcher
just had the hood up. She softened quite a bit
and the focus of her annoyance shifted from us to
the HOA, since it's entirely reasonable for anyone to check
the level of oil in a car. She finds her

(05:26):
copy of the HOA rules and we all read them together.
Sure enough, there's a bylaw that says you can't repair
a car in the driveway. I protest that I wasn't
repairing anything. I was just checking the oil. Reading the
exact rules on exactly what was forbidden sparked an idea.
I look at my friend, raise an eyebrow and say,
fight the power, Fight the power. I propose my plan

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to his mom and ask for permission, since she's going
to have to deal with the fallout. She's on board.
Since she thinks this is supremely stupid, and we set
in motion. Cue the malicious compliance. Every day after school,
my friend and I drove our cars to his place,
parked in their driveway, raised the hoods and just looked
at the engines. No tools, We weren't even near them.

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We didn't check the oil. We didn't so much as
touch them nor wipe them down with a rag. All
we did was expose them to the birds, the sky
and God above to just let them breathe. After a while,
I got bored, so I started setting up an easel
and drawing my engine ten minutes at a time. My
friend had to one up me, so decided he needed
some tasteful artistic photos with his engine. He judged the

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best photos would be him laying over the engine, shirtless
and fake kissing. It just absurd, over the top, moronic
high schooler stuff. Predictably, the HOA was on us quickly.
The warnings quickly turned into fines, complete with pitchers of
both vehicles with their hoods up. Then more pictures with
mine with its hood up and an easel in front,

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Then even more pictures with my friends with its hood up,
him laying on the engine compartment and me taking pictures
of him with the camera. Soon enough, his mom let
us know that it was time for the monthly HOA meeting.
Of course, all three of us had to go in
person to protest the fines. So the Motley pair of
us show up along with his mom and his mom's
stack of fine notices. I bring along my engine drawing

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and we printed some of my friends engine photos larger
than normal. After a while, it was new business time
and my friend's mom steps off. I'm pretty sure they
expected her to play the my son and his friend
are morons. Please make these fines go away, since I
didn't know what they were doing. Sympathy card. Nope, not
a chance. She politely but firmly attested that she was

(07:39):
being sent fines for something that wasn't in the bylaws
and asked the board to stop. One of the board
members spoke up, saying that working on cars was against
the bylaws and clearly that's what was going on since
both hoods were off. Oh you should have seen their
faces when she corrected them that the bye law said
no repairs were allowed, that there were no repairs going
on in any of the pictures, since no tools were visible,

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and that we were just doing art projects for school.
Even longer faces were seen when she showed my truthfully
completely terrible drawing of my engine, along with the date
stamped a couple of weeks ago pictures. This was back
when film cameras stamped a date directly on the picture
of my friend kissing his engine. The HIA president called
for a five minute recess, during which the board huddled

(08:24):
in a corner of the room. After the recess, the
president succinctly said, ma'am, we're going to dismiss all of
your fines. Have a nice evening. We darn near danced
out of that meeting. Being the obnoxious jerks that my
friend and I were, we had to do the drawing
and photo routine a few more times just to make
sure they weren't going to start sending more fines. They

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wisely didn't, and being victorious, we soon found other ways
to annoy them. Am I the jerk for taking the
vegetables out of my kid's burger. I thirty nine female,
have three kids who are six, nine, and twelve. My husband,
who's forty, and I cited a few days ago to
take the kids to our local restaurant as a treat
because we don't do this often. My husband is a

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bit of a health nut and is very restrictive of
the foods my kids eat, which is the main source
of our arguments. On Thursday, we went to the restaurant
and the kids were super excited. The server was asking
what the kids wanted, when my twelve year old, we'll
call her Emily, said cheeseburger with bacon. My husband butted
in and said with lettuce and tomato. Emily's face immediately fell.

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My husband didn't even notice, and Emily looked super bombed.
After the server took our orders, my husband turned to
Emily and asked her what's wrong. She said that she
didn't want lettuce and tomato on her burger because she
doesn't like them. He sighed and said that they've been
through this a million times and having vegetables with every
meal was super important. Emily looked like she was about

(09:49):
to cry. She is narrow divergent, and a lot of
food tastes and textures really bother her, tomatoes being a
large one. My husband doesn't seem to care, which really
bothers me. Wh food came, Emily didn't even touch the burger.
So when my husband went to the bathroom, I took
the lettuce and tomato off the burger, put them on mine,
and winked at Emily. She grinned and gladly ate her burger.

(10:11):
My husband didn't say anything about it until that night.
He told me that taking the vegetables off was a
violation of his trust because he was just looking out
for our daughter. I told him that it was just
one meal and not having vegetables once wasn't a big deal.
He said that those vegetables were very important. I left
the room and had been talking to him as little
as possible, So read it. Am I the jerk for

(10:33):
taking the vegetables off my daughter's burger? I think I
might be the jerk because it's just lettuce and tomato
and my kids. Having vegetables is really important to my husband.
But I feel like he was being super controlling and
I never want to see my kid upset. Update. I
went to bed when this post had about two hundred
comments and fifty something up votes. Now there's five point
eight thousand of votes and one point eight thousand comments.

(10:56):
I've been reading through a ton of them, and my
heart is breaking for every one who's sharing their stories
with eating disorders and their relationships with food. I've decided
to discuss this with my older two about getting into therapy.
I'm still trying to figure out what to do with
my jerk husband. Divorce is a serious contender. I would
have considered it sooner, but I always thought that it
would be better for the kids if we stay together.

(11:19):
I've now realized that what he's doing is hurtful and
it could be life threatening. I'm thinking about taking the
kids over to my parents' house for the week because
I don't think I can handle any of this anymore.
Thank you so much for all of your support, and
I really appreciate it. I'll update later about what I've
decided to do. OMG, not the jerk. Your husband is
setting your kids up to have a horrible relationship with food.

(11:41):
Their kids, they eat when they want and should have
a say and what they eat. This unhealthy relationships with food.
This is so important beyond what some parents may know.
Associating upset and even shame with food is putting this
poor kid at an incredibly dangerous road. It's not just
about the husband being super controlling, which he is like dude. Yikes.

(12:04):
There's a lot to unpack there. It's about how this
will seriously mess their kid up more than they know.
I pray that this doesn't cause to any eating disorders.
That may sound extreme, but that is a highly likely
outcome of this. Not the jerk, but your hubby is
First of all, tomato is the fruit, and second let
us has very little nutritional value. Why not just order

(12:25):
a side of veggies with her burger instead of insisting
on having them as a burger topping info? Why are
you with a man who doesn't care about her disability, Opie?
If I'm being honest, our relationship has been struggling lately.
I've been trying to convince him to go to couples counseling,
but he's been refusing. We're trying to work it out
by ourselves, but it's been really hard. This really pushed

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me over the edge, so I'm particularly mad about this one.
You're the jerk. Welcome to twenty twenty three, where wives
leave their husbands if we try to get our kids
to eat vegetables. Honestly, I feel bad for this guy.
There are so many real issues that couples have, yet
you choose something like him wanting the kids to eat
a few vegetables to flip out over. You're the jerk.

(13:08):
It's the way you taught your daughter that hiding things
from one parent to get something they want from the
other parent is okay. That really undermines your parenting going forward.
And the food argument, vegetables at every meal isn't an
unreasonable requirement, but your husband should be working to fit
in vegetables that the kids like. But this is a
discussion you should have with him before you went out.
So it's everyone sucks here on the food discussion. But

(13:31):
you're the jerk for how you undermine your parenting structure.
Your husband also handled you sneaking the lettuce off very positively,
didn't get mad at the daughter who wasn't at fault,
didn't bring it up around your daughter to maintain a
united parenting front, and discussed afterwards with you afterwards. Am
I the jerk for telling my fiance that I could
not rely on her in a life or death situation?

(13:52):
I have what I think is a very good sense
of situational awareness. I'm a quick thinker, and I tend
to not panic in dangerous situations. My fiance on the
other hand, is the exact opposite. If I'm being nice,
I would say she doesn't have any awareness of danger.
If I'm being honest, I would say that she has
the survival instinct of a panda raised in captivity. She

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has no sense of danger around her, doesn't constantly examine
her surroundings for things that could be dangerous, and when
things are bad, her reaction is to panic and scream. Friday,
we went out on a friend of mine's boat and
we got into a dangerous situation. We were anticipating light rain,
but we ended up with a downpour, high winds, and
high waves. While me and the other men there were

(14:33):
trying to strap things down and keep the boat from capsizing,
my fiance screamed and cried for dear life. She was
in hysterics. And I get it was a scary situation,
but her yelling and screaming that we're all not going
to make it and for God to save us, and
literally crying saying that it's my fault that she's on
the boat since I asked her to come with me.
None of the other girlfriends or wives were doing this,

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just her. I'm sure the other women there were just
as scared, but tried to keep in for the sake
of the men doing something about it. The downpour was
really bad for about fifteen minutes, so fifteen minutes of
wailing while we're doing everything we can to keep things
all right. We made it back safe with little more
damage than a few spilled white claws. On the car

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ride home, I told my fiance that we needed to
talk about how she was behaving during the crisis. Not
only was it incredibly embarrassing in front of my boys,
but it was distracting, unhelpful, and telling. I told her
that today proved to me that if I was in
a life or death situation, I could not rely on
her to be of any help or to do anything
except make things more stressful. I said she needed to

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learn how to not panic and to be helpful. She
got unbelievably mad. She said she thought we weren't going
to make it and had reasons to freak out. I
told her that all of us were scared, but none
of us were as ridiculous as she was. We argued
the entire ride home, and she's still upset with me.
I think I was right to say this, especially since
we plan on spending our lives together and raising a family,

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and I can't be the only level headed one. Am
I the jerk? What exactly was your aim with this discussion,
because it sounds to me like you wanted to put
her in her place rather than talk about her experience
and try to understand what happened with her so that
you could help her manage her stress response better next time.
Face it. You are absolutely not trying to help it all.

(16:20):
By bringing this up with her, and the way you did,
you were not solutions focus. You wanted to assign blame
and guilt think about one thing though. You're not even
helping yourself by doing this because now you've only put
extra doubt in your fiance's mind the next time any
situations come up. Hey, babe, want to talk about what
just happened. Your reaction was really intense, and I think

(16:42):
we should unpack it a bit. Totally fine if you
want to do so at another time too. I love you.
That's what you say to someone you love. Phobeia is
in fear is often irrational. I'd be more concerned about
my partner's mental state than what my friends thought. You're
the jerk. Why did you and your boys think it
was a good idea to be on a boat if

(17:03):
it was going to rain. Are you all that dumb
to not understand that you put yourselves in a life
or death situation or are you just going to be
blaming your fiance? You're the jerk. If you really had
good situational awareness, you wouldn't have been on a boat
during a thunderstorm. Her response, while loud, wasn't really unreasonable.
A boat on a lake is one of the most
unsafe places to be during a thunderstorm, and if there's

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lightning nearby, it's even more dangerous. Furthermore, you're not her father.
Don't treat her like a kid. You sound like you
were more concerned about how you looked in front of
your boys than her safety. You're the jerk. You sound
absolutely insufferable. You have boating experience, does she Probably not? So?
Why are you mad at her for panicking in a

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situation she was completely unfamiliar in, Not to mention, you
got mad at her for embarrassing you in front of
your boys. Seriously, and the fact that instead of asking
your fiance if she's okay, you went straight to going
off on her. It's just ill. You're a jerk, and
this is coming from a man, not a jerk. She's
shown you her true colors. When we face terrifying situations,

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our real colors come out and we show who we
truly are. She is, unfortunately a coward, and you should
not be trying to start a family with her. If
there's ever a situation where your kids would need her
to step up, she would fail them, just like she
failed you. All she had to do was not act
like an idiot, but she was incapable of that. Don't
mind all these morons insulting you. If the tables were

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flipped and the man was the one screaming like a
little psychle, when the women were the ones saving everyone's lives,
they'd be telling her to leave you and calling you pathetic.
Town forced to bulldoze new development after building on land
they didn't own. I read it. I've got one gem
of a story that my grandfather told me about his
hometown after he got back from World War Two. It

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has to do with a tree farmer, a corrupt mayor,
and over twenty homes getting bulldozed enjoy. At the end
of World War Two, thousands of troops were heading home,
starting new families and wanted to move out of the city.
There was a major housing boom all around the country.
People couldn't move out of the cities fast enough, and
developers could not build homes fast enough. There was a

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ton of money to be made in the construction business,
which led to some underhanded building practices. One such practice
was starting construction before the land acquisition was finalized. Enter
my grandfather g After serving as a pilot during the war,
he came home to a very different town. When my
grandfather went off to fight in nineteen forty two, the

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town he had described leaving was tired and worn down.
But to his amazement, the town he saw stepping off
the train in nineteen forty eight was anything but newly
paved roads, a traffic light, and new homes. New homes
that just went on and on. He actually got lost
on his way back to the family farm due to
the new main town road being re routed while he

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was away. But what took him by surprise the most
was the new development being built on his childhood friend
John's tree farm. This was surprising to him mainly because
he knew how much the farm meant to John and
his family. The farm went back at least two generations,
but my grandpa just guessed that the developer made John's
family an offer too good to refuse. However, that thought

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was shot down later that evening during his welcome home dinner.
Back home, it was my great grandmother who tipped him
off that something was off. He couldn't recall exactly what
she said, but it was something along the lines of, oh,
I just wish John was still alive to be here.
My grandpa nearly choked, not because of the news, but
because John was not dead. He was still in Hawaii.

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My grandpa had gotten a postcard from him not but
four days before. Turns out, while John was off in
the Navy fighting in the Pacific Theater, John's dad had
suffered a stroke and passed away, and his mother passed
less than a week later from a broken heart. More
than likely, John was never informed of their passing, and
now twenty plus homes were being built on their land.

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My grandfather about ran out of the house, jumped in
his father's model Tea, and raced into town to send
one bombshell of a telegraph to John in Hawaii. John,
your folks passed farm now being built on come quick gee.
My grandpa never got a response back. He figures that
John must have fainted from shock, then jumped up and

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ran to the navy base to get on the first
boat home because he was back home in less than
four days and he was mad. According to my grandpa,
When he burst through the doors of the mayor's office,
everyone in the room looked shocked. The poor desk clerk
was fumbling over his words trying to talk to John.
Then the mayor came out of his office to see
what all the commotion was about. As soon as he

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saw John, he went white as a sheet, then ran
back into his office and locked the door. Getting nowhere
at the mayor's office, John went to the next town
over and hired a lawyer. What happened was a seven
year court case that ended in the mayor being sentenced
to eight years in jail and the developer going bankrupt.
Turns out that after John's parents had passed, John wasn't

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able to be contacted for some reason and was just
assumed to be dead. So when an out of state
developer wanted to build homes in the area, the mayor
just permitted them to start building on John's farm for
a hefty kickback. Of course, also because of John's lawsuit,
the developer couldn't finish the pre sold homes, which ended
up in more lawsuits. In the end, the mayor and

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the developer and the town ended up having to pay
John close to forty five thousand dollars total, which is
over seven hundred and fifty two thousand dollars today, and
then the farm had to be returned to its prior condition.
To say John was happy would be a vast understatement.
Today John's Tree Farm is a nature reserve and the
story of the corrupted mayor is all but forgotten, except

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for by a few locals. John passed in nineteen ninety nine.
My grandpa has been back to his hometown a few
times to visit his grave and to check on the
old tree farm. Would I be the jerk for selling
my friend's Taylor Swift ticket. I was the one who
sat in that all full ticket master Q for literally
seven hours, fighting for my life to get his tickets

(23:04):
to a show. I won't specify the show because of
the fear of my friend seeing this, but here's the details.
When I got our tickets, my friend and I were
super close. However, she's become extremely rude and honestly passive
aggressive towards me as of late. I try to ask
her if I had done something, but she always says no.
I've also tried not to let it bother me, but

(23:24):
now I'm aware from other people telling me that she
talks crap about me behind my back constantly. I believe
this is our boyfriend encouraging it, because he's an awful
person too, but she continues this behavior even when he
isn't around to see it. For example, she'll tell me
I didn't do something right, and I show her I
did do it, she'll get mad at me and not
talk to me for at least twenty four hours, or

(23:45):
she'll message her boyfriend immediately this second I do something
she deems annoying. I truly believe at this point that
she's only being nice to me the way she is
now because of our tickets. She paid me for hers
face value, and it's still under my ticket Master account.
If I sell it, it would be face value as well,
and I'd be giving her the money back because obviously
it's her money. I just don't feel comfortable going with

(24:07):
her anymore, and she's made it clear if we go,
she expects to ride together and stay together, and as
dumb as it may be, I'm so sick of being
treated like garbage because of her. I know it probably
seems mean to just sell the ticket and take away
her chance of seeing Taylor, but the idea of sitting
next to her for three hours, plus the hours that
it will take her to drive there, plus any time

(24:27):
in a hotel makes me miserable. She hasn't paid for
gas or hotel or anything. She would be out of
four money wise. If I were to get rid of
her ticket and again, I would ten thousand percent give
her money back, because I'm not a thief and would
not steal anyone's money. Please weigh in here because our
concert is in in one month and I don't know
what to do because I feel like it's a jerk move.

(24:49):
But at the same time, I'd be returning her money. Edit.
The reason I'm wanting to sell the ticket completely is
because it will be right beside me the entire show.
If I sell it, I understand that the friendship is over,
but with the way she is, the friendship is over
this second I tell her, I want to go separate anyway,
that died two. A lot of people are under the
impression that I want revenge, but genuinely that's not the case.

(25:11):
I'd much rather go with her. We've been friends forever,
but no matter what I do or say, she refuses
to treat me the way I deserve. As of recent
I would one hundred percent talk to her before I
sell the ticket. I'm just trying to get an opinion
on how I should expect her to react, not the jerk.
If you give her one hundred percent of the money back,
you shouldn't have to spend that much time with someone

(25:32):
who makes you so uncomfortable and miserable. It would suck
the joy out of the entire concert, and you definitely
don't want that. But if you sell the ticket, all
pretenses drop and things between you two will get even worse.
You'll definitely lose the friendship such as it is, so
just be prepared to deal with the blowback. You would
be the jerk. It's her ticket. If she wants to

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sell it, that's up to her. However, you're not obligated
to go with her in the same vehicle, et cetera.
She could possibly suit you for selling her ticket since
she paid you for it. Let me be clear, you
are currently the steward of her property. It's not yours
to do with what you want. Even if you plan
on giving her back what she paid for it, she
could sell it for a lot more if she decides
not to go. Not the jerk Brett. It is talking

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like the ticket is the jerk friend's legal property. It's not.
OPI clarified, she is absolutely paying the jerk friend back.
OPI have a phone call to do a friend break up,
then return the money immediately after the call ends. Also,
don't sell for face value unless you have a different
friend you want to come neighbor, let their brats take
all of our Easter eggs. So this happened about four

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days ago and I'm still livid. So for a quick background,
I twenty five female wasn't a pretty bad wreck. A
few months ago. Because of my injuries, I haven't been
able to work, so between medical bills and lawyer fees,
money's been pretty tight. My sister Anna has four kids
and might have a three year old son. Before the wreck,
I always went out of my way to make sure

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the kids had good holidays. My siblings and I didn't
get anything growing up, so I spoiled them. My sister
is a single mom. Some money is tight for her too,
which is why I tried to be a good aunt
and go all out. I decided to forego the extravagant
Easter baskets from years past because it was out of
my budget. I set them down and explained the situation.

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They understood and asked if we could do a family
Easter egg hunt instead. I got cheap eggs and specific
colors to make sure each kid knew which eggs to
hunt for, and bought name brand candy to put in them.
I added a few dollars in some of them, and
a few little toys and trinkets I knew the kids
would like. We decided to do it at Anna's house
because she had a yard. It took me an hour

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to hobble around hiding eggs, but it was worth it.
We started and two boys came sprinting across the yard
with pillowcases. They started picking up eggs with our kids.
We tried to explain that this was a family thing,
but they ignored us. Their dad came out while this
was happening, and I to explain I usually wouldn't mind,
but not this time. The dad talked over me. He

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thanked us for doing this and said his kids were
thrilled when they saw me hiding the eggs. I'm sure
you don't mind a few of their friends joining in.
They're just kids and they get excited. After they were done,
they ran back home. They had taken most of the
eggs and had messed up the number that each of
our kids got. My youngest niece had yellow eggs and
they had only found two of them since the neighbor

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kids had taken them. All. The kids were upset and
I was mad. The next day, I went over to
their house and asked to speak to their dad. I
said that I didn't care that they joined in because
they were just kids, but I needed him to pay
me back so I could buy more eggs to redo
it with just my family. He lost it on me.
He said that candy and plastic eggs are cheap, so

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it shouldn't matter about paying me back because it wasn't much.
He started ranting about how I should have told them
to stop, and how I was a massive jerk for
demanding money because his kids wanted to be included, and
what their friends were doing. He called us greedy and
refuse to pay me just because my family was upset
that they didn't get enough eggs. He basically called me
stupid and told me that the point of an egg

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hunt was competition. I talked to my family about this situation.
My sister agrees with what I did, but my mom
said I was a jerk for demanding he pay me
back because it was just some cheap Easter eggs and candy,
so I should just let it go, not the jerk.
An egg hunt in your own yard is not an
event opens in the public, and you had every right
to be angry. That man would have gotten told off

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that day, and I would have demanded that he be
the one to tell his kids to put back every
single egg that they stole. You don't come into someone's
yard to steal things that don't belong to you, and
that's what they did. If the eggs were so cheap,
he could have gotten some for his own kids. If
you have an Easter egg hunt next year, each egg
has a slip of paper with the name of candy

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on it. After the Easter egg hunt, you all go
into the house where you let the kids hand you
their slips of paper. And you hand them the candy.
If neighbor kids steal the plastic EG eggs, they won't
get the candy. I am with you. I would have
been furious that neighbor is a jerk and is teaching
his kids poor manners. Having to do this is such bs,
but I do think it's a doable workaround for next year.

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Good thinking. Would I be the jerk if I called
the cops on my son. My son thirteen, mail has
repeatedly stolen from us over the past two years. Each
time he has denied it, even when we found proof
it was him. Last year, he took my husband's mail
forty eight bank card, added it to his Google account
on an old phone, and then spend three hundred dollars

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on a downloaded basketball game. We found it by accident
when we found him on the phone, did a search
of his Google account and found the card link to it.
He completely denied it with him and blamed his younger brother,
who's ten. His brother has his own phone and never
uses his older brothers. There were consequences. We grounded him
and took the phone off him. The new phone is

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on Google family link, so we have a lock to
prevent him buying anything. Yesterday, we discovered that someone had
made two payments on our credit card, one for a
laptop for two thousand dollars which was declined, and the
other for a bike for three thousand dollars, which went through.
We spoke to our credit card company and they refused
to refund the money as we had been to the

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store before. The two thousand dollars attempted spend was at
a store we use but where we have never used
the card before, hence it was declined. We went to
the bike store where someone had spent three thousand dollars,
and they agreed to refund the money, minus the admin
fee they got charged for refunds. They told us the
order was placed online and printed the order for it.

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They said it was a click and collect order. It
had my husband's name on it, but my son's email
address and telephone number. They said that they phoned the
number after the order was made yesterday and spoke to
the person who placed the order. They said that the
person was clearly a kid and was unhappy when they
said that the cardholder had to be present when the
bike was collected. We checked my son's email and there

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was no evidence of an order being placed, but there
was evidence on his call log of a two minute
call with the bike shop the day before. We also
found an email from the computer shop and his email,
and when we clicked on the account information, it opened
in his Safari and had his username and password saved.
When we went into the account, the two thousand dollars
computer was in the basket. Despite all the evidence against him,

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he has blamed his younger brother. His younger brother was
on my laptop and the lounge with me when the
two incidents happened, so we know it was not him.
My husband had left his wallet out and the card
was still there, so we know the card has not
been dropped or stolen. My eldest swears it was not him.
This is a significant amount of money that we cannot afford,
and we are very lucky to have got most of it.

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My question is would I be the jerk if I
go to the police, infoll, What are you expecting the
police to do? Sounds like your son needs therapy. Seems
like she somehow wants her son to be responsible for
the money spent instead of her. I don't know why
they didn't just return the bike, or why this store
would have allowed a thirteen old to use someone else's
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