Karen DEMANDS I TAKE PICTURES OF HER... 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.
My wife keeps demanding that I take pictures of her.
After that, stop bothering us with that deadline. Okay, then
and after that, return the car empty. Done now for
every thumbs up, this video gets one, Karen does not

(00:21):
get to make her husband take any pictures of her.
I know you don't want to take any pictures of me,
Reddit boy, not like you're finding me a tractavo fee.
So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn
on notifications for new stories from Reddit. Every single day,
my wife keeps demanding I take pictures of her. My

(00:43):
wife and I have been married for one year, and
we've been together for about seven. An argument that recurs frequently,
especially when we're on vacation, centers around her desire to
take multiple photos and my absolute disdain for being the
person who has to take all of them. Here's how
it typically plays out. We visit a new place, she
immediately asks me to take her picture. I oblige, but

(01:05):
then she goes off on me if the picture is
ugly or if she thinks I made little attempt to
take a good picture, so then I have to take
another one, she reviews, and the process repeats until she's satisfied. Personally,
I've never been big on taking photos while on vacation,
and I have not traveled a lot internationally. I like
to be in the moment, take in the whole sight,

(01:26):
and get lost in my thoughts. However, I feel like
I have to interrupt this experience multiple times to take
her pictures or get into a selfie with her. Then
I lose out on the experience because all of a
sudden a photo takes precedence. In the past, I've snapped
a quick picture with little effort to get back to
what I was there to do. Experience something new. After
getting called out multiple times from my low effort, I

(01:48):
now attempt to take a good picture, or at least
listen to her instructions so that I can get the
picture to her liking. But recently she's called my pictures ugly,
even when I've made an attempt to take good photos.
This results in me taking dozens of pictures in the
same place of the same person with the same backdrop
until she's satisfied or until I lose patience. And tell

(02:09):
her that I'm done. Moreover, she's even gotten upset with
me for posting a picture of her to social media
that she didn't like, even though I actually thought the
picture looked good. My wife is naturally gorgeous physically, but
I don't need a good picture to show that. I'd
like to consider myself a creative and sometimes I just
like a good, candid picture of her eating an ice
cream or fixing her glasses. But if I unwittingly share

(02:32):
said photo on social media, a whole argument ensues. I
think the whole situation is stupid. In my opinion, photographs
are an afterthought, a tool, not the main objective. I
want to see new things and experience new people. I
have little desire to take pictures beyond what I need
to remember the moment or to capture something esthetically pleasing.

(02:53):
I know it's reasonable to want pictures of yourself, but
at some point the whole exercise becomes excessive. In my opinion,
that is when the pictures begin to distract from the
whole purpose we're there to see and experience something new.
My wife and I are currently in Italy, sitting silently
in a hotel room because I objected to her twentieth
something selfie in front of the Colosseum. It's raining and

(03:14):
I wanted to move to the next site. We had
already taken many photos together in front of the Colosseum.
Am I the jerk? You're the jerk. She's telling you
this is important to her, and you're saying, okay, well,
I think it's stupid. I'm a visual person. I've taken
more than thirty thousand photos on trips. I sketch my
paint I make photo books after my trips. They're special

(03:37):
for me. There's literally a meme of a boyfriend being
in an awkward angle just to get a really great
photo of his girlfriend because he supports her. You can
easily compromise here, set a time limit. I'll take as
many photos of you as you want for five minutes,
then we move on. But nope, you've decided it's stupid
and unimportant and are likely actively damaging your relationship with

(03:58):
your wife for what. But well, it's settled. If there's
an actual meme of something, we need to be willing
to put up with it, and that right, redded boy.
The only thing I planned to put up with is
the divorce attorney. Now, dare you stop bothering us with
that deadline? Okay, then if you insist some background, I
twenty seven female work in IT. I'm a well respected

(04:21):
and known member of the IT party circle where I live.
So to speak, I'm not jaw dropping, but people know
me and I have a very good reputation. One of
the things is that I got to the point in
my career when I wanted to give back, so I
started mentoring others. Mostly I mentored adults and those who
are closer to me in age, career advice how to
apply for different exchange programs that can boost their professional

(04:44):
growth and improve their speaking and writing skills, the usual.
But I always loved a good challenge and decided to
try and mentor kids. It's not a secret that IT
and STEM are increasingly popular right now and more and
more people want to get into the field. Therefore, there
are myriads boot camps, hackathons, and mentoring programs for all ages.

(05:04):
So I signed up for one such program as a mentor.
Teach kids how to code with blocks, tell them what
AI is, and how to develop an MVP. It sounds
more complicated than it might look at first glance, especially
when you're an educated professional with a degree explaining concepts
that are rather complicated to kids who may have less
than one fiftieth of your technoledge. I must add that

(05:26):
participation in the said program gives kids credits and can
help them get into better schools or even be eligible
for some university scholarships later in life. So only pros
if you ask me. The only thing is that they
must upload their MVP project to the site before the deadline.
I was assigned two teams primary early middle schoolers Team

(05:47):
A and high schoolers Team B. Both had five members
and the youngest and Team A was eight years old.
I thought, OMG, that will be tough thinking about Team
A and how I'm up for a tough time. Also,
since they're so young, the parents must observe Team A meetings,
and my lessons and parents equal problems. Ironically, despite my worries,

(06:10):
even with help from the parents, the kids in Team
A were doing great, but the same can't be said
about Team B. A little side note with my mentees,
I have two rules. One, at least one meeting per
week at least fifty percent of the group must be present.
Two communication when I type something like tasks to do
or reply to a question asked before I ask my

(06:32):
mentees to respond. Not even text a thumbs up emoji
will also suffice. We all know that red status doesn't
mean much when you can accidentally open an app for
a second and swipe it to clear ram on the phone.
So Team A attended all the meetings and responded to
my assignments. There was a curriculum provided by a program
to follow, and they were very well receptive overall. Team

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B started out okay, but then started not showing up
on meetings and leaving assignments on red but unresponded. I
understand that they have a lot on their plate. Exams
are no joke, but they disregarded my time, which I
will not be okay with. I have a job to
do and mentoring in that program was one hundred percent
volunteering and there was no payment for the mentors. There was, however,

(07:17):
a very strict deadline the middle of April when their
MVPs must be loaded onto the website for later judgment. I,
even when upset, AM a professional first and an angry
lady second. So I wrote multiple messages asking for updates
on the project with warnings at the end that deadline
is April fifteenth, don't miss it. After one such message,

(07:38):
the so called leader of Team B Sam wrote to
me this, Hiop, I know that you probably mean well,
but you only bother the team with those deadline messages.
Can't you like chill out When we need you, we
will contact you and all just get off our hair
and let us do our job. I'm sorry if that
hurts your feelings. It is what it is hard. After

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I read that message, I was like what, But I
did respond that I would stop messaging if that caused
tension between the team, though the deadline is still on
the fifteenth and the site would reject any application that
was uploaded after just stop. Okay, geez, weird little face
emoji thing, said Sam to that, so I decided, okay,

(08:21):
I'm washing my hands from this cute, malicious compliance. Since
that message, I haven't written anything to Team B. I
had scheduled no meetings, updates or check ups about the
curriculum or their understanding, and definitely not a written reminder
of the deadline. Once deadline came, Team A uploaded their
project with no issues, and their parents even bought me

(08:42):
a nice box of chocolate, says a thank you gesture.
Just like the deadline came and went. Team B started
bombarding chat, asking me to help because something is wrong
with the sight. We can't upload our project. I entered
the chat and said, yes, it will not upload. No,
it is not an issue with this site. A deadline
has passed, so if you try to upload, it will

(09:03):
only show you an error message. I warned you kids,
no extra credits, no nothing. The rules of that program
are simple, but they are hard, no exception ones. Team
B tried to blame me, saying that as a mentor,
it was my job to ensure they would succeed. I
reminded them that my job as a mentor is to
provide support and guidance, keep track of their progress, and

(09:25):
remind them of the deadline, which all of the above.
They via SAM asked me not to, and since I
respected their boundaries, I did exactly what they had requested.
They can sulk as much as they want. I have
all our communication in writing, so they don't have a
leg to stand on when trying to accuse me of
sabotaging them in the program. Tough luck, kids, return the

(09:47):
car empty, done talking to my grandmother earlier today reminded
me of this story from a number of years ago.
I live in Sydney and used to fly up to
the Gold Coast three or four times a year to
check on my grandm The whole family was in Sydney,
so someone would usually pop up once each month to
help her out. Anyway, I would always rent a car
from Hurts when I arrived. At the time, they offered

(10:10):
a prepaid fuel option where you would pay an amount
and not need a refuel before return. It was usually
less than you would pay at the local service station,
so I usually took this option. As I picked up
the keys to this shiny, new manual Toyota Corolla, the
woman simply said to me, so you have the prepaid fuel,
just bring it back empty. After a few days of
relaxing by the beach, I ran a few errands for

(10:32):
my grandmother in the morning before my fifteen hundred flight.
When the fuel light comes on and the words of
hurt staff ring in my ear, bring it back empty.
Not wanting to push it, I pulled into seventy eleven
and put two liters in and went on my way.
The light didn't extinguish, but with the distance I needed
to cover. I figured i'd be safe about thirteen hundred.

(10:53):
My grandmother is pushing me out the door, telling me
to catch my flight. So I make this six kilometer
trip to the airport. The whole time I'm anxiously wondering
if I'll make it with the fuel remaining. As I
was coming up on the airport, I felt the engine splutter,
but it was still going. Heading in, it started spluttering
more so much that I genuinely thought I'd run out

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mere meters for my destination. As I pulled through the
boom gate for rental returns, I put my foot down
and got a final burst of acceleration. The car determined
to be the little engine that could. My finish line
in sight and the car is going to make it.
Until it didn't. The car stalled. With the momentum I had.
I pulled it into a spot marked AVS. It only

(11:35):
made it about half way in. I tried in vain
to restart it, but it wasn't to be. I got
out and pushed the little engine that could into Bay
one O nine. It was eleven bays short of the
first marked hertz and was a broken man. My goal
so near yet so far. Torment ran through my mind.
Did those eleven bays mean I was short of my
goal to bring it back empty? I mean it was

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in the rental car park, after all, it wasn't uncommon
for people to just park in a spot and ignore
who owns the spot. I walk into the terminal, carry
on roller bay in one hand, car keys in the other,
and walk up to the rental returns. Can I help you?
The same young woman asks as I walk up to her,
returning a car. I said. She takes the paperwork and

(12:18):
asks where I had parked it? Bay one o nine,
it says avis, I respond her, not looking up. She
shrugs and talks into the radio on the counter, return
one oh nine. Finally, she says, did you fill it up?
I say no, and she asks roughly how much is
left in it? None? I say, oh, so the petrol
light is on? No worries? She says no. I say,

(12:42):
I mean it ran out of fuel as I drove in.
I had to push it into the parking lot. The
helpful woman gives me a blank stare for a full
ten seconds. Wait, you let it run out? You said
return it empty? So I accepted your challenge. Seems I win,
I said, with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. The
staff member turns to her colleague, points at me and

(13:03):
says prepaid fuel and he says it ran out in
the car park. The guy looks at me with a
smirk and says, really, well, it wouldn't start back off,
I reply, as someone comes in from outside to get
the keys, it's out of fuel. The woman says, that's okay,
I'll run it up to shell after I've washed it,
he replies. Both terminal staff look at him. As the

(13:24):
woman looking at me says no. The customer says he
had to push it into the spot. He with the
largest eyes I've ever seen. I have to see this.
He walks out with me and the guy from behind
the counter following behind, opens the car and tries to
start it. It's cranking but won't turn over as all
three of us burst out laughing. I've never had one

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fully out before, he says. When I tell him the
woman in there told me to bring it back empty.
As I walk inside, laughing to check my bags, my
step son is demanding my engagement ring. I forty nine
female have been with my husband Bill fifty three male
for the past twenty years. Bill had two kids from

(14:05):
his previous marriage, Jim, who's thirty one, and Page, who's
twenty seven. We also have one biological kid together, Harry,
who's sixteen. Jim and Page's mom passed when they were
nine and five. I met Bill around two years after
his former wife had passed. When I started building a
relationship with the kids, I made it clear that I
was not going to replace their mom and would be

(14:26):
a trusted figure whom they could approach if they ever
needed me. That being said, I still made an effort
to treat them like I would my own kid. I
would take them to school, pick them up, take them
to doctor's appointments, make their lunches, ask my parents to
get them presents for Christmas and birthdays, et cetera. Both
kids were somewhat hostile towards me at first, which I
understand because they had lost their mom. However, Page eventually

(14:49):
warmed up to me and saw me as a trusted
confidant and maternal figure. She didn't ask me, nor did
I expect her to want me to adopt her, but
she still calls me mom, which I appreciate. Jim, on
the other hand continued to be mean and hostile. I've
never treated him poorly or antagonized him. Nevertheless, he would
make mean statements like it's your job to clean these

(15:11):
dishes when I would ask him to clean his plate,
or call me names when my back was turned. My
husband told him many times that the way he was
treating me was uncalled for and for us to go
to family therapy, but he always refused. He eventually moved
out after reaching adulthood. He continues to maintain contact with
his father and siblings, but it's minimal between him and me,

(15:32):
and even then he doesn't treat me well. Now I
have an engagement ring that's a family heirloom for several generations.
It's been passed down from the mother to the oldest kid.
My husband got the ring from my mom to propose
to me. I told all three kids about this heirloom
a few years ago. Anyway, Jim currently has a girl
friend whom he intends to propose to. He called me

(15:54):
out of the blue one day and asked if he
could have the ring. I told him no. When he
asked why, I told it was because of how he's
treated me all these years and how he continues to
treat me, and I don't want my family heirloom going
to someone who sees me as vermin. When he asked
whom it would go to, I told him it would
go to Page when she gets engaged. When he heard this,

(16:14):
he lost his craft and accused me of playing favorites.
I eventually hung up when he wouldn't stop insulting me,
and I blocked his number. My husband is on my side,
but his maternal relatives have all been blowing up my
phone telling me what a jerk I am. So Am
I the jerk? Wade? You're not even his biological mom?

(16:34):
Why does he need your family heirloom? If he hasn't
welcomed you into his family, you're giving it to your
oldest kid. I'm assuming meaning the oldest kid that has
accepted you as family, not the oldest biological Not the jerk.
He's had plenty of time to grow up and treat
you like a real person. If his maternal family is
so concerned, you should ask them where his mother's family's

(16:54):
ring is. Am I the jerk for ruining my brother's relationship?
I twenty eight female, always had a great relationship with
my brother, who's thirty eight and the rest of my
family when my son, who's now five, was born. They
supported me through a lot, especially since my baby's father
abandoned us. The problem started when he met his girlfriend
in her thirties and university. At the start. I was

(17:16):
truly happy for him, especially since he had talked to
me about wanting to ask her out ever since he
heard about her from his classmates. What I didn't like
is that she didn't care much to keep in contact
with us, even after being together for well over a year.
She was always too busy to meet our family. He
told me she was an amazing cook, was kind, brilliant,
et cetera, and he always wanted to marry her and

(17:38):
travel with her back to her country once she finished
her pH d. He had always talked to us about
how lucky he was to be dating her she's a judge,
and how her government was financing her. I'll admit knowing
a childless woman wasn't working and was paid more money
than me, on top of having her rent and other
things covered stung a little, but it had nothing to
do with my dislike of her. I wanted her to

(18:00):
be more involved in our family, but there was always
an excuse as to why she couldn't meet us for dinners, etc.
She'd be studying helping someone from abroad, which I don't
really believe. What could she be doing for anyone being
miles away, and on the rare occasion she was free,
she either would travel to see her family, hosted friends,
or wanted to be alone. I didn't buy that she

(18:21):
didn't have any time for us because she doesn't work
and was always at home, but she stopped accepting my
visits and refused anything to do with me or my
son as well, which slowly distanced my brother. She wouldn't
even babysit when my parents were out of town and
I needed her to watch him so I could work. Personally,
I don't think she's as kind as my brother thought.

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My parents were on my side. Brother wanted to be neutral,
but asked us to not stress her out even more.
A few days ago, me and my parents went to
her house to talk things out with them. Both we
were upset, but tried our best to explain why her
distance and refusal to help was unacceptable since she doesn't
work and has free time. I told her I wished

(19:02):
she'd be more caring and She got increasingly angrier, but
said nothing. Then she turned to my brother and asked
him if he agreed, but he said he didn't want
to take sides. She said that this was another example
of why she felt so resistant to the idea of
getting into a relationship that she couldn't take it anymore
and felt better being alone, and then broke up with him.

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I was shocked. None of us expected this, and my
brother immediately tried to backtrack, but she told all of
us to leave her house immediately and to not go back. Now.
I'm feeling guilty, and my brother won't speak to us
because I ruined his relationship, and she's irreducible. She isn't
bothering to listen to anyone in our family, and I'm
afraid there's no way to fix this. Am I the jerk?

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Or did she overreact? Edit? When I said I wanted
her to be more involved in caring, I meant I
wanted her to care enough to at least attend a
few of the parties and dinners and other things we
invited her to because we wanted to get to know
her and develop a relationship with her, especially since she
had told my brother she had no plans of returning
to or visiting the US once she got the degree,

(20:06):
since she felt uncomfortable here. Gee, I wonder why she
was a possible future sister in law and we lose
her and our brother if they moved together, and she
had no relationship with us to ever want to visit.
I didn't want nor expected babysitting unless I had no
one else to ask in an emergency like the one
I mentioned. Then, I asked her because I thought that

(20:26):
since she was on a paid leave from work, she
could be flexible. But from what I read from all
of these responses, some who didn't need to be so
mean by the way, it seems I was wrong to
assume that also, by not wanting anything to do with
my son, I also meant that she gray rocked me
when I tried to speak to her about him or
show photos. You're the jerk, not her responsibility to watch

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your kids or be there for your whims or amusement.
And be honest with yourself. The fact that she's childless
and does have free time bothers you. You're not entitled
to her time. Keep repeating that to yourself until it
gets through to you. You can't use a competitor's phone. Well, folks,
for those of you who don't know, I work on
cell phone towers. I used to work an extremely remote

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rural area for a now defunct small cell phone company.
The conversations are to the best of my recollection. The
area I worked was the type of area where you
could drive for hours and not see anything but fields, forests,
and animals. Most of the sites I had were what
were referred to as island sites, meaning they don't hand
off to another cell tower, and most of these sites

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were about thirty minutes apart on a good day. Er well,
I worked nights, but you get the drift. So it
came around that a competitor had located quite a few
sites near our sites. I, being of the mindset of efficiency,
purchased a phone from them, and with approval from my boss,
kept it ready, especially during upgrades. But he was the
type when anyone above him says boo, he'd jump and

(21:56):
ask how high. So a couple of months later, bosses
bought us leaves and we get new boss's boss, who
spent two hundred and fifty percent of his life in
the confines of New York City. Within his first week
he's working the switch and sees me call in from
our competitor's number. Of course he takes offense to this,
and it quickly comes down that nobody may use the

(22:16):
competitor's phone. I bring up my concerns, but you know
they don't need to do this in New York City.
So we're not going to do this, mind you. My
job is to shut down our sites and upgrade or
repair them. Yes, I'm the guy you love to hate
when you can't make a phone call. And so it happens.
A short time later. I'm at one of my most
remote sites, a forty five minute drive to the next

(22:38):
site on a good day, about four hours from home.
I do my diligence, call the switch, tell them what
I need them to change, and shut down the site.
An hour later, site's not up. I go through everything
on my end. YEP, everything's good. Oh no, Now there's
a couple of payphones, but they were the competitor's phone.
So I start driving me about an hour and a

(23:01):
half to get to the next site. Because of a
freak blizzard. Crap, that site's down too. Roll on to
the next site, usually about thirty minutes, but it's snowing
hard and the roads are horrible. Two and a half
hours on the road after leaving the original site, I
finally get service pull over and in five minutes we
figured out the switch crossed a number and took down
the wrong side. Switch promises to fix it, and I

(23:23):
drive three hours back to the original site. Thirty minutes later,
it's still not up. This time, it takes an hour
to get to the closest site. Call the switch again
and get it up, and after about thirty minutes I
verify it's up. Hooray, But I still have to drive back,
clean up, and make some testing calls. Eighteen some odd
hours after I left my driveway, I pull back in

(23:45):
and submit my time, complete with the overtime. It's my Friday.
I turn off my phone and hit the bed. Monday morning,
I turn on my phone for our weekly call in meeting,
and I kid you not. It buzzes with new texts
and voicemails for twenty straight Man, it's all from boss
and boss's boss. I jump on the call and first
thing I hear is boss's boss, why did you have

(24:07):
a nearly nine hour outage for a thirty minute upgrade?
Before I get a word in and how dare you
claim nine hours of overtime when you were clearly messing
around not doing your job. Me, well, there were a
series of issues outside of the site and a freak
snowstorm slowed my response. I hit send on emails I
had already prepared before clocking out for the weekend with

(24:28):
full rundown of events for the night. As a reply
to the emails coming down from him dismissing my needs
for a competitor's phone and included his boss, vice president
of the company. I don't want to hear excuses from you.
Why didn't you just use a payphone and call for help?
Literally everyone on the call groaned me. In case you
don't remember, I just replied to a series of emails

(24:49):
where you forbade me under a thread of termination from
using a competitor's phone. At this point I hear VP
join our call, and since payphones are owned by a competitor,
I spent six hours hours driving around in a blizzard
searching for service instead of spending forty five minutes to
an hour making a call on a competitor's phone. I
never threatened to terminate anyone. Don't be stupid you could

(25:11):
have used a payphone. VP cuts in. It appears, Bad Boss,
that you do not remember what you said, and mister
Kerr has clearly documented his actions on the night in question.
Bad Boss, please call me immediately. Thank you everyone else
for your time this morning. Please have a good day.
This meeting is over. Bad Boss was removed shortly afterwards,

(25:31):
having a fairly rocky rest of his short employment. I
now work for the company which purchased our competitor. I've
moved to my home state, but I still work a
rural market. It's not quite as bad. My sister doesn't
want to free her live in unpaid made so I
got her fired. Backstory. Many of you have probably heard
stories of families with strong hierarchy structure, normally with the

(25:54):
eldest in the family having the most influence. My family
is one of them, except that my parents are dead beats.
So my eldest sister, who's thirty one, our entitled mother
raised all five of us. She's the boss of the family.
She says, jump, everyone says, how high. The focal point
of the story is my younger sister, who's twenty. We'll
call her a little sister. Most of us have a

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handful or at least a couple of memories with our
mother before she lost her crap, except for little sister.
For her, entitled mother is the only mum she ever had,
and entitled mother knows how to take advantage of that.
All of us noped out of our parents' house as
soon as we turned eighteen, except for entitled mother, who
waited until little sister and our brother were raised and

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in their mid teens to move across the country and
soon found jobs and accommodations for all of us to
move to the same state as her. Little sister begged
for years to move in with her, but entitled mother
always denied, saying that somebody had to take care of
our father and because she and her new husband needed
privacy in space. That was until entitled Mother got pregnant.

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She got little sister to move in with her, and
she's been there for the past two and a half years,
helping out. Now to the story, entitled father's family wanted
to visit for a couple of weeks, so little sister
had to stay with me for that time so they
could use her room. It's worth noting that entitled mother
didn't ask or let me know about it. She just
dropped little sister off one day. She saw me studying

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for my master's degree and said something about how she
always wanted to go to college. And this is how
it went me. So why don't you, little sister. Oh.
I talked to entitled mother about it, but she said
not everyone is the college type, and that I wouldn't
have time to work, study and take care of niece
at the same time. And it's expensive me. Most people

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work and study at the same time, and she can
put Nie in a daycare. I'm sure it wouldn't be
that much more expensive than what she's already paying you,
little sister. She doesn't pay me. She already gives me
food and shelter. And if I need money, I just
take a shift at work. And this is how I
learned my sister was not only babysitting, but also cleaning
the whole house for free every day. She was only

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working eight hours a week at her normal job because
she was too busy taking care of our niece. Long
story short, it took me weeks to convince her to
apply to community college, and then more weeks on the
actual process, but she finally got confirmation she would start
in September. All of that behind entitled Mother's back. She
was planning on telling everyone the next time we all

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got together, which would be Independence Day. But before that
could happen, entitled Mother got everyone together at her house
to announce that she was pregnant. Little sister starts crying
because now she wouldn't be allowed to go to college,
and titled Mother gets deeply hurt and offended that she
planned this behind her back. I butt in, Our other

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siblings butt in. It's just generally a mess. How could
you do this to me, who's going to take care
of the babies. I can't believe you'd be so selfish.
If you like go pee so much, go stay with her.
These were all some of the things she said. She
kicked me and little sister out, who stayed with me
until they made peace. Both of our siblings reached out,

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one to say that I should have minded my own business,
and the other to tell me that she was on
my side, but wouldn't say anything. After that, little sister
moved back with her and didn't go to college, but
they agreed she would get paid six dollars an hour
and be allowed to take more shifts at her job
until the baby is born, and then go to real
college after the kid turns one year old. I know
it's messed up, but all of them, especially my little sister,

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worship entitled mother like a god. I waited a year
tacked on my revenge, making sure my sister had saved
up enough money to live on her own the revenge. First,
what I did was research the legality of paying a
homeless person in food and shelter in the US, and
depending on the state, it's legal as long as you
do not cross the line and the person becomes an employee.

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For example, you can give the person a list of
tasks you want done. However, you cannot say it has
to be done in a certain amount of time. You
also cannot request someone to be somewhere at a certain time.
You can ask, but not demand on the time. It
comes down to a choice of words. Also, you have
to comply with rental laws. If your local laws say
that you must give thirty days notice to a tenant,

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then you must give thirty days notice to this person
as well. I had proof of all of the situation,
several screenshots of entitled Mother admitting to not paying and
not allowing little sister to move out or get a job,
and also admitting to kicking her out whenever she wanted.
All this technicality seemed worthless since no one would sue her,
but that didn't matter. I just wanted to make sure

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that her boss knew that if she were to be sued,
it would be a sure case. And titled mother works
for a civil rights attorney's office, so discovering she has
a literal modern day slave would probably get her fired.
I could have just created a burner email and sent
it all to her boss, but then they would explain
to her why she's getting fired, and that would get
me in little sister in trouble. So what did I do?

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Entitled Mother was always complaining about one of the bosses
on her job that hated her and had tried to
get her fired for ages. I went to the company's site,
found the woman, thankfully she was the only Ashley that
worked there. Found her on Instagram and Facebook. There she
had a post tagging her yoga studio. Went to said
yoga studio and created my membership. I took a few

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weeks of trial and error trying to find exactly what
class Ashley belonged to. But I finally found her. Then
I went to yoga class every Tuesday and Friday at
eight am for months, slowly building a friendship with her.
Around three months in, she asked me to follow her
on Instagram, and I was already prepared for this scenario,
having deleted the few pictures I had with Entitled Mother.

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After nine months, when our friendship was a strong, baby,
I brought up the crazy coincidence that I found out
she worked with Entitled Mother. Before things could get awkward,
I said, it's ironic that she works for civil rights.
Considering you know everything that got Ashley's attention. I told
her everything showed every screenshot. I could practically see her

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eyes shining. They had their own history that is not
important to this story. All you need to know is
and Titled Mother is a jerk. Ashley wants revenge as
much as I do. I told her about Little Sister's
situation and why Entitled Mother couldn't ever know about this.
This is why being friends with Ashley was so important.
If I had just sent them the proof and explained
the situation, they would have probably just ignored it. Since

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this was a very legitimate reason to fire her, and
they wouldn't risk firing her for a minor mistake and
maybe getting sued. I sent her the files with her
promise that Entitled Mother wouldn't hear about this, but she
needed it to convince the other owner, who was the
reason why she wasn't fired. Yet. Two months later, Entitled
Mother was fired for her minor mistakes, lateness, and general

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bad productivity. Small victory, sure, but I loved coming to
visit her during the four months she was unemployed. She
was looking so tired and miserable all the time since
she had no money to pay for a babysitter, and
little sister is away at college, so she actually has
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