Karen Demands my Table and Gets ARRESTED!

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of our slash entitled People's Stories. Our first story we'll
be reading today. Karen complained to the restaurant manager to
make me move tables, ends up getting arrested. After that,
Am I the jerk for leaving Thanksgiving dinner at my
mother in law's house after I discovered that she threw
out the dish that I brought and after that maternity

(00:22):
where Now for every thumbs out, this video gits one.
Karen does not get to eat any leftover turkey. I
always preferred ham to be honest, So please smash that
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stories from Reddit every single day. Karen complained to the
restaurant manager to make me move tables, ends up getting arrested.

(00:43):
So this just happened, and I'm pretty upset about it.
I went to California Fish Grill for a late lunch.
It was a pretty standard ordeal. I ordered my meal,
grabbed a drink, and made sure to grab a small
table with only two seats so I wouldn't take up
too much space. Not that it really mattered, because the
restaurant was fairly empty. With plenty of tables. As I'm

(01:03):
casually sitting at this small table for two, an older
lady came up to me and asked me to move.
I was a bit puzzled because she came in after me.
The table I was at appeared to be untaken and
there were plenty of other available seats. I asked why,
and she said she wanted a table big enough for
her and her son. At this point, I told her
I wasn't going to inconvenience myself when there were plenty

(01:25):
of other open tables. She could simply go sit somewhere
else with her son. So she started getting frustrated with
me and telling me I needed to respect my elders
and that her son would not be able to sit
at another table. I just ignored her, though, because it
wasn't my problem. So this lady walks off and tells
a manager that I took her table and was refusing

(01:46):
to give it back to her. She brings the manager
over and explained that her son is very upset that
I took their table and it was hurting his feelings.
We had a few minutes of back and forth before
the manager gives me this look of I don't make
enough money to deal with this. Please just move so whatever.
I get up go to another table, and this lady

(02:06):
just glares at me. I glare back, and she's sitting
all by herself. At first, I thought she was just
a liar and didn't even have a son. Maybe she
just wanted to misuse what little power. She had. After
like ten minutes though, this guy walks in with a
full suit and tie, maybe forty to fifty years old,
and approaches this lady and calls her mom. They exchange

(02:28):
some words and he starts glaring at me too. At
this point, I'm just annoyed and trying to eat my
lunch in peace. So her son, a grown man, shouts
at me from across the restaurant and asks if I
think it's funny to disrespect his mom like that. And
I just look at him, puzzled because I have no
idea what he's talking about. He shouts again, yeah, you

(02:49):
and the hat. So I just ignore him because this
is stupid. As he continued to harass me, I decided
to give him a signal he did not appreciate. This
lady and her son lost their craft got up, yelling
and screaming and generally causing a scene. The sun started
threatening to beat me up. He asked if I liked
being such a smarty so of course I had to

(03:11):
let him know it was better than being a dummy anyway.
This commotion resulted in the police being called by the manager.
They showed up after an unclear amount of time, walked
right up to this lady and her son and asked
them to leave. The lady starts going off about how
I stole her table, I was harassing her, and how
I started it. Now, this poor police officer looks down

(03:32):
at me casually sitting at my table eating my salmon
and tells this ancient woman that I don't seem to
be bothering anyone. So the lady signals out the manager,
hoping that they would corroborate her story, and the manager
explains in great detail that this woman had come in
and started harassing me. She asks the woman and her
son to leave, and they both refuse because they paid

(03:52):
for their food and said they had a right to
sit at any table for as long as they wanted.
After refusing to leave, this jerk and her son were
cuffed and escorted away. I made sure to move to
her table as soon as she left, just to rub
the salt in the wound. Am I the jerk for
leaving Thanksgiving dinner at my mother in law's house after
I discovered that she threw out the dish that I brought.

(04:14):
I twenty seven female, am five months pregnant. I have
pre existing health issues that I manage by having a
diet with no meat of any sort. This has caused
me and mother in law to have conflicts, especially when
I refuse to eat the food that she makes. I
used to either come and not eat anything or just
stay at home. Since I'm pregnant, I could not attend
Thanksgiving and not bring food with me. Out of respect

(04:36):
for mother in law, I cooked a small meal and
brought it with me. Mother in law made a fuss
about it, but justified it as I was making a
mistake robbing her grandbaby of getting all the meat benefits.
I explained that I take supplements as replacement, but she
shrugged and was upset. We waited till the dinner table
was set. Mother in law didn't let me help or

(04:57):
go into the kitchen at all. She took my dish
and said she'd reheat it from me and put it
on the table, Yet when I sat down, I was
stunned to have discovered that she did not put my
dish there. When asked publicly, she denied receiving any dish
from me and started asking if I accidentally left it
at home or the car. There was a huge blow up.
Mother in law tried to convince me to sit back

(05:19):
down and just eat what she put on the table.
I refused, but my husband insisted and told me to
let it go. This time, I decided to leave. I
grabbed my stuff and walked out. I found out that
she threw out the dish I brought and tried to
get me to just eat whatever she put on her table.
She said that she was looking out for my grand
baby's health, and my husband said it wasn't worth leaving

(05:40):
the celebration and causing a scene. We had a big argument,
and his mom thinks I'm being dramatic and hard to
deal with. Was I the jerk for walking out? Infall?
The dish I brought was supposed to keep me full
and provide me with all the benefits, so it wasn't
like any of her appetizers or side dishes. I also
put work into making it and it cost me money.

(06:01):
She keeps insisting it's about her grand baby and her
concern for their health, not the jerk I've been in
your shoes. Tell your husband to defend you or you're out.
Things will only get worse. She's going to force you
to raise that baby her way, and your husband is
going to let her do it. The gas lighting from
her is especially scary. Literally, tell your husband straight out

(06:22):
that he either be one hundred percent on your side
from now on for everything, or you're leaving him. Do
not put up with that. It will ruin your life,
your marriage, and your kid maternity where this happened several
years ago. After onboarding a new job, I was told
I could hire an assistant. The HR director Kelly, handed

(06:43):
me a stack of resumes, told me about a friend's daughter,
and bumped Cat to the top of my interview list.
Cat passed the tech test with high scores and interviewed well,
so I hired her. Cat showed up to work on time,
had a good attitude, performed well on assignments, and was
generally pleasant person all around. After probation, Cat was excited

(07:03):
to tell me that her last raise was enough to
get an apartment with her boyfriend. It was a couple
months after her raise. I started to notice Kelly's spending
an inordinate amount of time talking to Kat. The conversation
sounded personal and cordial, and Kelly was friends with Cat's mom,
so I didn't think much about it until one day
Kelly barges in my office, did you know Kat moved

(07:25):
into an apartment with her boyfriend. Well, I might have
heard something about that. Well, Cat is pregnant and her
mom is devastated, and proceeds to fill me in on
the details of Cat's personal life. Uncomfortably, I interrupt, acting
like I have a lot going on. This really isn't
any of my business. If there's something related to Cat's
performance that we need to discuss, please fill me in.

(07:47):
But as for me, Kat is doing a great job.
A few months pass, Cat's baby bump is starting to show.
Kelly is again in my office. Kat is not in
compliance with the dress code. Last staff meeting, Kelly handed
out a dress code policy with a collage of various
women's shoes and dresses and suits presumably cut from fashion
magazines to assist us determine what was acceptable and what

(08:11):
was not. Is she wearing something in the not allowed clippings.
As I began to spread the clip art around my desk,
she isn't wearing maternity clothes, as Kelly points to the
bullet about maternity clothes in the policy. Well, the policy
clearly says maternity where is allowed. Kat is clearly pregnant
and she is wearing clothes, so you know what I

(08:32):
mean when I say maternity clothes clothes from a maternity store.
I told Kelly that I would talk to Kat, which
I did. Kat filled me in that there was some
drama with her mom not liking her boyfriend, that Kelly
is involved, etc. I just told her to read the
policy and be sure she complies, and no matter what,
to trust me, I had her back. The next day,

(08:53):
Kelly is in my office telling me that Kat is
again not in compliance with the dress code. At this point,
Kelly knows I'm getting frustrated. Okay, I'll talk to her again.
This time I want you present because I'm going to
give her a formal warning and assigned for medial training.
I bring Kat into my office with Kelly present, and
formally read off my prepared statement, making it clear that

(09:15):
it will go into her permanent file. Kat, you were
given a verbal warning yesterday to comply with this dress code.
Because it is not clear to me what is or
is not a violation of this policy. You are to
report to the HR office ten minutes early every morning
for the next two weeks for dress code inspection. Report
to me if HR finds your dress unfit. If you

(09:35):
are found to be in violation of this policy and
are unable to correct your dress before the start of
the workday, your employment will be terminated. By the time
I'm finished, Cat is tearing up and Kelly is staring
at the floor speechless. I dismiss Kat. I hope that
this is the last I hear about this, because if
I do, I'll fire her. As Kelly, speechless, walks out

(09:56):
of my office, I told Kat not to worry about
any of the this. We have them where we want them.
So for a week, Cat reported to me that her
clothes were fine per HR inspection. At the beginning of
the second week, she was chuckling. Kelly told me that
I looked very nice today. Attitudes began to change and
everyone was smiling. I got called to the red carpet

(10:18):
by Jim, the CEO. He tried to keep a straight
face as he recited what he heard was going on
and asked me to cut the remedial training short because
it was embarrassing DHR staff. Straight faced, I said, well, Jim,
if I stopped the remedial training, I'd have to fire Cat.
Company policy clearly states that failure to complete a formal
remediation plan is immediate termination. It is very clear there

(10:41):
is zero tolerance you can fire a pregnant woman for
what she wears. I'm asking no, I'm telling you to
stop stop following a company policy. Laughing, he concedes, Okay,
I am rescinding that ridiculous dress code policy effective immediately.
Am I the for not adding a third bathroom to

(11:02):
our house? My husband, our daughters eighteen, sixteen, sixteen, and twelve,
and I live in a four bedroom, two bathroom house.
All of the girls share a bathroom and they've been
complaining about it for a while. We've been saying we'll
convert the laundry room into a bathroom for the twins
for a while. It's an expensive project, so we've never
gotten around to it. My husband and I started working

(11:24):
on our garage recently and turned it into a gym
for him, a new laundry room and an office for me.
Then we came into some money and decided to renovate
both bathrooms, remodel the kitchen, and do work on the backyard.
The girls were upset when we told them about the
work we were doing on the house. They were saying,
it's not fair that my husband gets a gym when

(11:44):
the twins share a room, and that we chose to
work on the backyard instead of adding the third bedroom.
They've been calling us selfish and even got our parents
and siblings to give us a hard time for not
giving them another bathroom or giving the twins their own rooms.
They don't understand that now that the laundry room is done,
we have the space for the bathroom. The bathroom is
next on our list. I wanted to get some outside

(12:06):
opinions on this since our kids and our families have
been giving us a hard time. You're the jerk. Does
going without a home gym diminish the quality of life? No,
does forcing four humans to share one source of plumbing
diminish quality of life? Yes, you're the jerk for springing
for a luxury instead of choosing to make life easier
for your kids editing because I keep getting the same

(12:30):
comment over and over from people saying something along the
lines of, how dare you I live in a house
of six or nine or twelve people and we share
a fraction of a bathroom, You are spoiled and ikey,
And I'm really tired of pinning the same response over
and over, so I'll just say it here. One. I
grew up the youngest of five. I shared a bathroom

(12:51):
for eighteen years with siblings. Two. I share an apartment
with a few folks and we share one bathroom. Three.
My point is that if I had a bunch of
money lying around, I'd spend it to make the lives
of my kids a bit easier rather than on something frivolous. Four.
For all of you crying out entitlement luxury, uh, please

(13:12):
take the time whilst you read in your faces and
rage at the prospect of two people sharing a bathroom
instead of four, to also take your energy to defend
Op's choice to redo the existing bathrooms, redo her kitchen,
add a new gym, and redesign her backyard. Five you
all like to skate over the fact that OP lied
to her kids about a new bathroom and has presumably

(13:34):
been doing so for a while. There are four of
us in our home, and we share one bathroom, and
all have the smallest bedrooms. You can even imagine. If
I came into some money, the first thing I would
do is extend to give my kids more space and
another bathroom. There's no way I'd be adding a gym,
a second laundry room, and whatever else until I made

(13:54):
my kids more comfortable. You're the jerk. Well what do
you think is OPA be the jerk or not? Please
let us know first world problems for the wind. Don't
want to total my late model car? Okay, I warned
you two years ago I hit a wartthog sized raccoon
on my way home from work. I was driving an

(14:15):
nine Suzuki SX four hatchback. The raccoon did a pretty
good bit of body damage to the front bumper and
wheel well. The estimate to repair it was two two
hundred dollars. I giggled at the adjuster when he said
the insurance company was approving the repair instead of totaling
the car. He insisted it was work just under five thousand,

(14:36):
so it should be fixed. I told him that having
owned the car for a decade. It's not easy to
get certain parts since Suzuki closed their US business. He
insisted insurance provided a rental it ran eight hundred dollars
a week, had a writer for a better rental. So
four weeks go by, the car isn't repaired. The shop

(14:56):
can't find a wheel well to finish the job. Adjuster
calls a bit mad at me that I wasn't pressuring
the body shop. I reminded him that I have insurance
to make me whole, and that's not my job. The
repairs were a bit more expensive than anticipated. Twenty five
hundred dollars in repairs plus lock down cleaning fee of
two hundred dollars equals twenty seven hundred dollars plus thirty

(15:17):
two hundred for the rental. They had now spent more
than the alleged value of the car. So no. The
adjuster insists the car is drivable without the wheel well
while he finds the part. I offered that that was
a stupid idea and it's there to protect the engine compartment.
He insists, Okay, I drive it. My work is thirty

(15:37):
miles away. I drove it through a snowstorm with no
wheel well. The snow was thrown into the engine compartment.
Immediately in front of the affected wheel is the battery, fuses,
and computer. They were all absolutely caked in snow, salt,
and ice. Now all the dash lights are going off
randomly and the car is shutting itself off. I called

(15:58):
the adjuster and told him that driving without the wheelwell
has likely ruined the computer, fusebox and battery. I asked,
which shop has a contract with them to fix these issues?
Big Cy on the other end, pregnant pause, Well, I
think we've spent enough on this car. We'll just totally
you out. It's probably only worth two thousand, so that's
what I'll pay you. Nope, you said just under five thousand.

(16:22):
That's what I want. They wrote me a check for
forty seven hundred dollars all in all, I figure they
spent about ten thousand dollars on a vehicle worth at
best five thousand. I would have accepted three thousand or
less if they had offered it originally. Am I the
jerk for not comping the bill? I twenty female have
been working in the restaurant business since I was fourteen.

(16:44):
I've seen numerous amounts of people come and go both
customers and coworkers. I became a server about four years
ago at this local small business, and I thought I
had seen how far people really take things. About five
months ago, I had a party come into my restaurant
with two adults and three kids. They sat down in
my section and I already had a bad feeling about

(17:04):
them at first. When I went to start them off
with drinks, one of them was on the phone, but
both of the adults completely ignored me. So I asked
again and the kids started screaming out drinks. So I
asked if it was okay if I brought those out,
and the mom said sure whatever. I asked her again
what she would like, and no answer. I brought the

(17:25):
kids their drinks and the adults waters just in case.
When I dropped them off, they then asked if they
came free with kids meals. I told them yes, as
long as they bought kids meals. I then left them
alone for a few minutes to look over the menu.
So I went back about five minutes later and told
them that the kitchen will be closing in about twenty minutes,
just so they aren't blindsided. They ordered then, and I

(17:47):
continued on serving others and cleaning up for clothing. I
brought out their food and they started eating. Mind you,
they got a meal for each kid, so drinks were
free since they all got Fountain drinks, and the adults
got two meals each plus two drinks each drinks they
asked other servers for thinking I wouldn't add it to
their check, so I went to check on them halfway

(18:08):
through and they said they didn't like the food. So
I asked if something was wrong with it. It was half eaten.
They told me no, we just don't like it, and
I wanted to try it for both of their second meals.
I said, okay, so would you like me to throw
it out? They told me yes, so I did. The
meal went on and I dropped off their checks, and

(18:28):
I knew they were going to have an issue with
it since I hadn't taken off the meals. As they
were calling me over. They asked why I hadn't taken
it off, and I told them I didn't have the
manager's code in order to do that, even though I did.
They asked for the manager and she also told them
that we don't take food off if you just don't
like it, and they weren't very happy with that answer.

(18:49):
Then they complained that I pressured them to get more food,
as if that's not my job. So they threatened to
walk out, screaming, I'm not paying for this crappy food. Okay, fine,
call the police on me, and you're making me look
like the bad guy in front of my kids. So
we called the police. They were forced to pay by
the officer and they were trespassed. She called her husband

(19:11):
and he started threatening me and my coworkers. This went
on for days by him. Should I have just camped
the check rather than starting a fight? Am I the jerk?
Not the jerk? This is a scam. They pull over
and over again to get food without pain for it.
Maybe they'll think twice about it next time, and they
certainly won't be coming back to your restaurant anymore. You

(19:32):
did your colleagues and your industry a favor. Am I
the jerk for using a map to show my neighbor
how big our state is? I thirty four female live
in southern Arizona. I have a new neighbor, an irishwoman
who's in her thirties who recently moved here with her
American husband. They moved into the apartment next door about
a month ago. Before that, they lived in New England,

(19:54):
where the states are much much smaller comparison for anyone
who has never thought about it, the state of Massage
use it's from north to south is the same distance
from Tucson to Phoenix. I'm single and my neighbor's husband
is out of town for a couple of weeks for work.
So she thought it would be fun to take a
day trip to show her around the area. Great. She
wanted to start at the Grand Canyon. Not great. Then

(20:17):
she thought it would be nice to pop over to
Las Vegas for lunch. Oh no. I try to tell
her that she had picked places that are much further
apart than she thinks, but she insisted it couldn't be
that bad. So I pulled up Google Maps and showed
her just how far we were talking about. That if
we drove from here to the Grand Canyon, it would
be seven hours if we never stopped for food or gas,

(20:39):
then four hours from the Grand Canyon to Las Vegas,
and that's not even counting the drive home. It's not
an easy, fun day trip. After seeing the times, she
now believes me about the distance but she says it
was rude to pull up a map to show her.
She says that if she wasn't getting what I was saying,
it's my fault for explaining it badly, and that using
Google to show her is just a move to treat

(21:01):
her like she's stupid or like she's a kid. I
suggested a few places closer to us, but she yelled
that you better look up a map to make sure
it's not too far first, and went back into her apartment.
I really didn't mean to upset her, and I definitely
don't think that she's stupid. I just didn't know how
else to get her to believe me that the trip
she wanted to take wasn't possible. Am I the jerk?

(21:23):
Not the jerk? Showing her a map is a perfectly
logical and respectful way to demonstrate the distances and time involved.
I do it all the time when I want to
find driving distances for myself. Her reaction seems childish. She
disagreed with what you told her, so you showed her
hard evidence. She should have given you more respect, since
you lived there longer than her and were likely to

(21:44):
already know better, and once you backed up your point.
She should have just conceded. Karen Boss ruins our workplace,
ends up losing her career. The Red Queen was number
two in our office, a person who rose through treachery, backstabbing,
personal connections, and incompetence, you know, the typical way a
manager moves up. She spent twenty seven months as a

(22:05):
line worker before deposing her supervisor in a coup. In
this industry, it usually takes five years to get to
a point where one really knows what they're doing. She
then attached herself to an office boss known as Dan
the Dirty, doing his hatchet work on employees and so
became indispensable to him. So when Dan the Dirty came
to our office, he dragged the Red Queen with him.

(22:28):
It was a three month honeymoon where the office was
being inspected, so she kept her fans hidden. The day
after the inspection report came out, it was open season
on the staff. The report did say that it was
a very productive office. Well, several things came out within days.
This was before we had electronic time cards, so she
wrote up a seventeen page rambling procedure on how to

(22:51):
log your time al staying in town was one color,
Going away was another color. Sl for yourself was one color.
Your male spouse was another female spouse, another, kids another,
et cetera, et cetera. We had more colors than a
Crayola sixty four crayon box. Also, you had a long
time by the minute. In spite of the fact that

(23:11):
the system only took fifteen minute increments, people were taking
twenty one minutes of leave and signing out at five
point nineteen. I drove hr insane in the procedure. If
you came back from coffee after fifteen minutes or lunch
after forty five, you were on leave. You could only
take lunch between ten am and two pm unless you
had express written permission in advance from her. We're a

(23:34):
twenty four hour organization. People on the night were getting
daily written authorization from her merely to eat. I was
away on assignment in a time zone six hours different
and had to get written authorization from her to eat
for my entire team on a daily basis because we
never ate between ten and two for that time zone.
You also had to sign in at exactly eight and

(23:55):
out at five. Again, we're a twenty four hour organization.
The Red Queen also developed office and unit spies who
would report you if your coffee break went sixteen minutes.
The office spies were also reviewing your email and your
time cards to ferret out any malcontent or color violators.
As you can imagine, this did wonders for trust and morale.

(24:16):
This is one of about one hundred insane things that
she did. Here's the malicious compliance. One type of log
entry on your time card was doing the time card.
Huge swaths of employees began putting doing the time card
on their time card, so your entire day could be
doing the time card. Night shift employees began to only
work between eight and five and all night productivity stopped.

(24:40):
It wasn't long before productivity ground to a halt in
the office and panic began to take hold in the
Ivory Tower. Unfortunately, the Red Queen countered by doctoring the
records and cooking the looks to make it look like
we were still being productive so that headquarters wouldn't catch on.
So she survived for twenty two months before the office
was on the verge of mutiny. I mean, why actually

(25:02):
be productive when you can work ten times harder to
destroy productivity and make it only seem like you're being productive,
but where did get out? And an inspection was scheduled.
In a move befitting Game of Thrones, the Red Queen
threw Dan the Dirty under the bus and fled to
a Connecticut office before inspection, and then utterly destroyed that office.

(25:23):
I wrote one of many letters to headquarters saying that
Westero's had nothing on our organization and that a day
in the office was like an episode of Game of Thrones,
only with less blood and more paper. It all eventually
caught up to her. The very head of the organization
threw her out, but not before she destroyed one office
and nearly destroyed three others. Last I heard, she was

(25:45):
doing data entry in Colorado somewhere. Am I the jerk
for kissing my husband at a freends event? I female
thirty seven and my husband, male forty two, attended my
friend Becky's female thirty six annual barbecue last weekend. Becky
and I have been close friends since college. I met
my husband shortly after graduating, and while him and Becky

(26:06):
have never been very close, such as hanging out without me,
they have always been friendly towards one another, and we've
all hung out together on numerous occasions. Becky recently lost
her husband due to a medical issue. This year. Becky
texted me the day before her event and told me
that she was making this year's occasion a child free one,
and that meant I couldn't bring my three year old

(26:26):
and that she understood if I couldn't make it. I
bit my tongue in an effort to be respectful and
thanked her for letting me know, and told her I
indeed wouldn't be able to make it. She responded by
saying she was looking forward to seeing my husband at dinner,
though I saw no issue with this and sent her
a thumbs off. The next morning was the day of
Becky's event, and my mother in law luckily agreed to

(26:48):
babysit our toddler. We thanked mother in law and headed
over to Becky's with food gifts and no kids in tow.
As we walked in, Becky greeted my husband with a
hug and an excited hello oh, and then turned to
me with a sort of surprised look on her face.
She didn't say much to me and went into her
living room with everybody else. I went to put down

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the food on the counter while she introduced everybody to
my husband and referred to him as dear. My husband
told me this later on in the evening. I walked
into the room and she gave me no mind since
she was deep in a conversation with a friend of hers.
Sometime into the party, Becky and my husband were both
standing at the patio door and she had her arm
around his waist. He spotted and looked at me with

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a help me glare, so I made my way over,
Thinking she had one too many, I gave him a
kiss as he separated from her grasp. Becky looked at
the both of us and then back at the others
at the party with a shocked expression, and then ran
back into the house crying. She ran into the bedroom
and locked the door and screamed at me to leave
through the door. I tried asking her what had upset

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her and why she wanted us to leave, numerous times.
She refused to answer me and just kept so we left,
and on the way out received some pretty dirty looks
from the other partygoers. Later, I received texts from several
mutual friends who scolded me for PDA and how Becky
was so upset that I had made her party look
tacky and that I was rubbing it in her face

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that she was a widow. I was so shocked and
hurt to hear this and mention that every other couple
at the event was also being relatively affectionate, and that
despite my husband and I not being ones to commit
PDA in public, I had given him a side hug
and a peck kiss and that was all. Anyways, I
am at a loss at what I should do. I
feel like I heard a close friend, but I'm not

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sure how and what I can do to fix it.
Reddit help. Am I the jerk? Not the jerk? I mean,
it's so obvious she was hitting on your husband. She's
probably embarrassed and humiliated. OP should text her of fake apology.
I'm sorry you got upset, but you see husband signaled
me to come kiss him because he felt really trapped

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by you clinging to him. Then right off the friendship
because it's already over. I called my stepdad pathetic and
my entitled mom spineless on Thanksgiving. I'm nineteen female and
using a throwaway because my siblings use read it. I
know it sounds bad, but here's the gist. I've got
two siblings fifteen female and seventeen male, and while I

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lived in Mom and Stepdad's household. Currently at university, I
was tasked with most chores, washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning,
running errands, you name it, while my siblings had none.
They're reasoning you're older. I protested this many times, telling
them my siblings were old enough to also share the chores,
but Stepdad always shouted me down and called me ungrateful

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after he put a roof over my head and fed me.
That's been a line he's thrown at me endlessly. My
siblings have been given anything they want. Allowance gives electronics,
but if I asked for something, I was told I
didn't need it. That's why I started babysitting at twelve
so I could buy my own goods. I've worked ever since.
They stopped buying me basic goods like sanitary products as

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soon as I started working. I'm at university on a
full scholarship because I knew early on i'd be on
my own on this front. I worked my butt off
to get into my top choice. I love it there.
I feel free and in control of my life. The
issue came during dinner. Mom stepdad, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and
cousins were there. I was talking to an aunt who

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had congratulated me on getting into my university, and stepdad
says loudly, oh, Pe thinks her fancy college makes her
better than everyone else. As usual. I can't explain what
was different this time, but I snapped. I told him
he was pathetic for picking on me all my life,
when all I had done was try to be a
good kid. And I told my mom she was spineless

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for letting him treat me this way. And I left,
which felt like the right thing to do at the time.
I slept at a friend's and got a train back
to university the next day. My mother has since called
me distraught, like full on solving, saying I was being
over dramatic and that I humiliated them. She says that
I'm ungrateful because look at how well you're doing that's
because of us, And I just don't know. I feel bad.

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She's this hurt. People have it worse. I'm doing well.
I have a family to come home to. I just
don't know. Am I being dramatic? Am I the jerk?
Update one? I can't tell you how validating these comments
have been. I never talk about my family in real
life because deep down I think I feel ashamed of
how my family treats me. So this has been helpful. Really,

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I don't have it in me to tell them what
I need to tell them outright, but I do have
it in me to go no contact. They don't fund
any part of my life, so the only thing they
can hold over me is themselves. I'm writing an email
now to let them know not to contact me and
that I won't be contacting them until I'm ready to communicate. Two.
Brother texted, Mom won't stop crying. Hope you're happy. Sister texted,

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this sucks. So there's that. I love my younger siblings,
but I'm going no contact with them as well before
I figure fure out what I want. Thanks for the support,
not the jerk. OPI. Your mother is spineless. She is
allowed for you to be treated as less than for
being a stepchild. She allowed for you to go without
for the sake of peace. You are not over dramatic

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and deserve better. Keep in contact with those who truly
value you and move on. If you want to tell
your mom your feelings before doing so, go ahead, but
she will not be open to what she has done
in order to protect herself from facing her neglect. That
is not on you. Your siblings suck too for never
speaking up for you. Go make your own family, not
the jerk. Support our channel by joining as a member

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