Karen DEMANDS Tickets to Disney... I MADE HER CRY INSTEAD! - Reddit Podcast Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister rhdder here, welcome back to another episode
of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story we'll be reading today,
Karen demands I pay for her son to go to Disney.
After that, you're the only one who ever cleans the house. Okay,
we'll clean two and after that, my friends expected guests
to pay for drinks at their party. Now, for every

(00:21):
thumbs up, this video gits one, Karen does not get
to go to Disney. I always preferred Universal Studios to
be honest, So please smash that like button and subscribe
and turn on notifications for new stories from Reddit every
single day. Karen demands I pay for her son to
go to Disney. I twenty eight female, and my husband,

(00:41):
thirty male, do not have kids. We both have decent
paying jobs and real estate. That said, we love to
travel and many times also pay and invite our families
to go with us. My brother, who's twenty six, got
married and had my nephew, who's four, with my middle
school best friend who's twenty eight. Yes, married my best
friend and we're still best friends. They had my nephew,

(01:04):
and years later they divorced, to the point my brother
started dating his new girlfriend. We will call her Ashley.
They've been together for around nine months. They're not engaged
or married. She has a son who's five. We'll call
him John. I've only met John a handful of times.
He's a nice kid, but I don't really know him.
I only know Ashley on a first name basis, in

(01:25):
a way we talk occasionally, but nothing in debt. I
invited my ex sister in law and my nephew to
go to Disney this summer for six days. Two days
at Disney, one day at Universal. The remaining days would
be chill Slash Orlando days. We're paying for them to go.
I've always wanted to take my nephew to Disney since
he was smaller. He loves Mickey. We didn't tell him

(01:47):
in front of John or Ashley, but it made it
back to Ashley that we're taking him. She confronts me
at a family dinner on the side and tells me
that she's upset we're not including her kid and that
he should have been invited too. She said that he
doesn't feel like he fits in or his family with us,
and that we're excluding him from Disney and it's making
him cry. I was so shocked. We are easily paying

(02:09):
two thousand dollars for my nephew and best friend to
go tickets, airfare, lodging, and of course some toys. I
blew up. I told her that I didn't even know
her or her kid. They've only been around for a
few months, and he's not my nephew. I told her
I didn't like the entitled mentality, and to make it
a point, I would make sure to exclude her from
all future family gatherings. She left crying. My brother and

(02:33):
parents are all upset with me that I'm excluding this
kid and isolating them. I told them if they'd like
to pay for them, I don't mind them tagging along,
but they all said, you have more means than us.
They're not doing great financially, which is why I didn't
ask them in the beginning. She made a huge Facebook
post and everyone is siding with her. Did I go

(02:53):
too far? Should I have offered to include them? Am
I the jerk? She's not married to your brother but
still making demands. WOWSA. That's entitlement on a new level.
The only reason her son was crying over this is
because she told him all about it. This is her fault.
I Hope your brother realizes what kind of person she
is in time, not the jerk. Hope you and your

(03:14):
nephew and your best friend and ex sister in law
all have a wonderful time, not the jerk. No one
should assume someone is going to pay for their kid
to go anywhere, much less an overnight trip. If he
loves Disney, she can take him. If his feelings are hurt,
he's not going to Disney, then that's on her, especially
since she apparently chose to share information on the trip

(03:36):
with her kid. Everyone sucks here. I think the only
part where you were the jerk is where you made
it a point to tell her that you'll exclude her
and her kids from future family gatherings. Why do you
get to do that? You get to decide for the
whole family if she's accepted or not. Did you ask
the others for permission to run their relationships? You were
very cruel. You could have just told her that the

(03:56):
trip was planned before you even met her, or you
could have just told that she was out of line
for the entitled mentality, which I agree was a jerk
move on her part, or some other kinder way of
brushing her off. Kindness to new editions of the family
is free. Everyone sucks here. There's no problem with only
taking your nephew, your money, your choice. It might be

(04:17):
different if they were around long enough or if they
were married, but that's not what's going on here. Also,
your family shouldn't be telling you what to do with
your money. I do think you went too far and
blowing up and planning to exclude this kid from all
family gatherings in the future kind of feels like you
were spoiling for a fight. You're the only one who
ever cleans the house. Okay, we'll clean too. Context. My

(04:40):
friends and I house shared with the worst people ever,
a couple. They were loud, messy, gross, and they shouted
all day and all night. They took priority over all
communal spaces and made it seem like we weren't welcome
in our own house. They also stole from us constantly.
Here's the kicker. Despite all that, they were very strict
on house rules for us, obviously not themselves. We would

(05:03):
get screamed at if we made any noise whilst they
were sleeping, but they could stomp around the house shouting
and going off, slamming all of the doors at three
am as much as they wanted to. Obviously, the house
wasn't this clean, crisp haven of peace. It was an
eight person student house, so you can expect a bit
of noise and mess. We tried explaining to them that
if they can leave their dishes to rot and mold

(05:25):
in the kitchen, we could maybe get a bit more
slack with what we were allowed to do. If we
left a cup next to the sink overnight, they would
break it. They would try to paint this picture of
us being these horrible, messy and inconsiderate housemates. We were
literally too scared to leave our rooms and lived off
takeout for months, so we didn't make any mess. We
did everything, the cleaning of the whole house, the bins,

(05:48):
cleaning up the mess, et cetera. As mentioned above, we
stayed in our rooms and would go to each other's
rooms and didn't cook in the kitchen or go downstairs
for anything, so when we stopped cleaning the downstairs, we
were never down there, so no mess was ours. It
started to get messy from their own doing empty drink
bottles everywhere, cushions thrown around, rubbish all over the floor.

(06:09):
One of them decides to tidy their own mess. Before
they both left for a few days. We were finally
able to relax and chill downstairs. We didn't feel anxious anymore.
We went out. They didn't let us leave the house
without them, all brilliant and good until we get a
text message, can we make sure to keep the house tidy,
as I've just cleaned all of the downstairs as it

(06:30):
was too messy. The text changed something in me. I
don't know if it was the acting like cleaning up
your own mess is this amazing favor, or acting like
it wasn't her and her boyfriend's mess she cleaned up,
and us disgusting little rats would mess up her beautiful
cleaning job instantly, So I decided to clean. I picked
up everything in the living room and kitchen that belonged

(06:50):
to them and put it in a nice big pile
over their personal hob. When I say everything, I mean everything,
bits of their rubbish, their moldy mugs and plates that
had in on them. The man had a whole countertop
dedicated to empty spice containers. I wasn't allowed my cup
with my cutlery in it on the counter. When they
found the pile they asked me why I didn't throw

(07:11):
out the rubbish. I said something along the lines of,
you said you cleaned these rooms, so I assumed you
wanted to keep the moldy wrappers since they've been here
for weeks. I honestly just wanted to show them that
they also make messes too, a lot more than anyone
else here. Also that her impeccable cleaning missed a few spots.
My friends expected guests to pay for drinks at their party.

(07:34):
This past weekend, my wife, who's forty one female, and I,
forty two male, attended one of our friends parties that
I was invited to. For context, my friend forty two male,
and his girlfriend who's forty eight, and their two friends,
also mid forties were hosting this party, the four of
them together. A few weeks ago. When I received the invitation,
I realized that it said on it something along the

(07:56):
lines of please be prepared to purchase your own drinks.
Didn't think much of it at the time, considering I
just thought they were hiring a bartender or something. But
fast forward to the day of the party. I arrived
with my wife and it's my friend and his girlfriend
standing behind their kitchen counter that they were using as
their bar, making and charging the guests for drinks. Now,

(08:16):
I was confused for a few reasons. One the fact
that this party was held at my friend's house. It's
not like this was at an event space or something
where this would be normal in my opinion. And two,
there was no bartender that they hired or anything like that.
It was literally two of the four of them standing
in the kitchen at a time, making drinks for people
and then charging them all accordingly, drinks were all under

(08:39):
ten dollars. Now, I don't know if this is actually
a common thing, but I've never in my forty two
years of living been to a party at a friend's
house where the hosts are charging you for drinks. I've
had multiple parties over the years that I've invited my
friend and his girlfriend to, in which case they have attended,
and I've never charged anyone for drinks. Ever. I've always

(09:00):
bought all of the drinks myself and had an open
bar type situation where my guests can make their own drinks,
and I even had a proper bar tender ones and
still no one was charged. It was an open bar.
I honestly felt like my friend, his girlfriend, and their
friends were all trying to make a quick buck off
of their guests, who attended clearly to cover the costs
of the drinks. Which, yeah, I understand that booze isn't

(09:22):
cheap these days, but we're talking splitting the costs of
whatever they bought between four people, Like, in my opinion,
if you can't afford to supply drinks at your own party,
why are you having a party in the first place.
This also wasn't for charity or anything. The money made
off of the drinks was for them to split. My
wife and I bought one drink each, stayed for about
an hour or so, and said our goodbyes. When we

(09:44):
were leaving, my friend asked why we didn't have that
much to drink. I told him because I think it's
ridiculous that they're charging their close friends for drinks. He
called me cheap and an unsupportive friend. I assured him
that I'm not. If the charging of drinks was for
a good cause, like profits go to charity or something,
of course i'd buy more. I told him. I find
the fact that they're charging for drinks and keeping the

(10:05):
money for themselves ridiculous. And taking advantage of their friends. Anyway. Now,
my friend and his girlfriend are upset about this and
have been calling me a jerk to our mutual friends.
Am I the jerk for any of those wondering? After
reading the comments, my wife and I decided to exclude
my friend and his girlfriend from any of our future parties.
I blocked both of them as well. Not the jerk,

(10:29):
that's tacky. I get bring your own beer, but this
is a whole other level. I wouldn't have even gotten
one drink. Not the jerk. That's just so weird. I
could understand if it was in an event space or
they had hired a bar and a bartender, but charging
people for a drink in your own home is just weird.
I would have left two normal friends. Hey, our budget's

(10:50):
a little tight this month, but we still want to
see everyone, So feel free to bring your own drinks
your friends. Yeah, we're gonna charge you guys. Not the jerk.
Am I the jerk for refusing to give my guests
the same breakfast I have? So I, nineteen female, and
my boyfriend, twenty two male, live together. We don't have
much money and we try to be as frugal as possible,

(11:12):
but we each have specific things in which we decide
to spend some extra money on. Mine is breakfast. I
like having a good, nutritious breakfast and it really does
influence my mood, so I spend on buying myself high
protein yogurt, granola, fruits, nuts, and orange juice to have
breakfast every day. My boyfriend doesn't care as much as
me of breakfast and doesn't even like yogurt and orange

(11:33):
juice that much, so I usually make him something else
with whatever was cheap but the supermarket that week, and
he never has a problem with it. I have a
friend who's eighteen who studies in the city one hour away,
and recently came to visit for the weekend. She was
our guest as we invited her. Everything was fine until
Saturday morning. I woke up early and had breakfast. She

(11:54):
woke up a little later and asked what I was
eating because it looked great. I said, thanks. When my
boyfriend will I told them they could make pancakes with
dulcet de leche, chocolate, milk or coffee, or tea omelet oatmeal,
or homemade bread with butter or dulcet de leche. I
thought that was a great amount of options, more than
I normally have at home. I also had the morning

(12:15):
free and didn't mind spending some time cooking, so I
was willing to make half elaborate breakfasts. She asked me
if she could have what I was eating. I was
cut off guard, but tried to explain in the nicest
way possible that my breakfast is something I spend a
little extra on myself because I really enjoy it and
I can't really afford to feed everyone the same. She
frowned and said something under her breath I don't remember now,

(12:37):
but agreed to have whatever my boyfriend wanted. Everything felt
awkward for a couple of hours, but eventually we put
it behind us and enjoyed the rest of the weekend.
She left yesterday and today she sent me a paragraph
saying not sharing something like breakfast is greedy, and it
made her question if she wants to be friends with
someone like that. I wanted to apologize, but my boyfriend
said not to because she was acting entitled. Am I

(13:00):
the jerk at it? I wasn't planning on eating in
front of her. I just woke up early and thought
she wouldn't wake up for at least an hour. I
now know, however, I should have just not eaten that
on that day. I understand and will apologize to her. However,
I feel like people insulting me don't understand at all
what being poor and having one thing to enjoy for
yourself is. I try to share everything. I just have

(13:22):
this one thing I really like, and I spend a
good portion of my income on it. I didn't ask
her for one penny for all of the meals I
fed her the weekend, and I did have the budget
to afford them. You're the jerk. I'm sorry, this food
is too expensive to waste on you. Is a very
rude message to give a house guest, especially a short
term guest that you invited if you need help offsetting

(13:44):
the cost of feeding her. If things are truly that tight,
you make it clear when you give the invitation. But
if you're buying luxury foods for yourself and a short
term housemate wants a normal amount of them during a
meal where you're eating them, it's incredible that you felt
comfortable saying no and then sitting while you ate your
VIP breakfast. Oh, Pe should have just eaten what her

(14:04):
boyfriend and guest were eating. It's totally fine having luxury
items just for yourself, especially if you aren't rolling in cash,
but don't eat them in front of guests. You're the jerk.
Be a good host, or don't be a host. You're
the jerk. You invited her as your guest, then you
basically said she's not worth your good breakfast food. That

(14:25):
was incredibly rude. I think it's a little over the
top for her to text you about it later, but
she's right that you were a really rude host. You're
the jerk, just very weird rude behavior on your part.
It's yogurt, not a prescription, and it's not like it
was made of pure gold and costs thousands of dollars.
You're not being asked to feed everyone every day, just

(14:45):
your guest for one day. Not the jerk. I have
no idea what everyone else is on about. You gave
her a list of things she could eat, but not
letting her have the one thing that's yours makes you
the jerk. Also, since she's your friend, shouldn't she be understanding. Yeah,
she's a guest, but she also didn't pay for the food. Well,
what do you expect. You're on Reddit, the site where

(15:08):
ninety nine percent of users feel entitled to things that
don't belong to them. It's rare to find people on
here who have an ounce of common sense. To get
popular points around here, you have to constantly act like
a victim and let people walk all over. You have
boundaries and stand your ground, and the people here will
hate you. Unless you're setting ridiculous boundaries for your mother
in law. They'll love you for that, since they all

(15:29):
despise morals, which mother in law is usually the only
one who has any. Am I the jerk for refusing
to lower the volume of my voice when I'm happy,
even though it hurts my partner's ears. I am Latina
and he's from a country where people are more quiet.
My husband has been irritable lately. I asked him what
was going on, and he said that whenever I'm with

(15:50):
my family and I get happy or excited, I get
very loud, and the noise hurts his ears and it
makes him irritable, hence why he gets rude. I told
him he was being unreasonable and he should suck it up.
If he thinks the noise is too loud, he should
leave the room, but not tell me to keep it
down when I'm with my family and friends. I told
him it's okay if he gives me a signal to

(16:10):
keep the volume lower when I'm with his friends and family,
but not when I'm with mine. My family and friends
are the few spaces where I can safely and comfortably
be my loud Latina self. He thinks I'm being a
jerk for refusing to lower my voice when he's around
with my friends and family, that it's not too much
to ask because my loud voice hurts his ears. But
for me, the volume of my voice is a pivotal

(16:32):
part of my expression. I told him no that he
should suck it up or leave the room. Am I
the jerk at it? Yes, I'm just loud when I'm
with my family and friends, not when it's just him
and I. I told him to tell me when I'm
being loud on the phone at home. Edit to Most
of my family are loud. I asked him about a
particular aunt who is incredibly loud and famous in the

(16:54):
family for being so. He said her loudness doesn't bug
him or the rest, just my loudness. At three, the
loudness doesn't happen in our home. It happens in my
parents' home or at my family member's homes. No one
ever comes and visits, and he's not obligated to come
to family gatherings. I told him he can leave the room,
but he's embarrassed that my family will know that he's
leaving the room because he doesn't like loudness. We've been

(17:16):
together for ten years, and yes, I was loud from
the very start. I'm not loud when we fight. I'm
the complete opposite. I'm quiet and calm. And for those
who say being Latina has nothing to do with loudness,
since I was a kid, I've been going to markets
where there's tens of people asking the person for something.
The only way to buy your stuff is getting louder
and asking for it. It is a cultural thing. Soft

(17:39):
you're the jerk. I am also a Latina, but don't
make it my personality to be loud. Marriage is all
about compromise. Why should he have to cope with you
being loud all the time. Why can't you lower your voice.
It's fine if it's when you're with your family, but
he shouldn't have to deal with it constantly. When it's
just you two. Reread the post. She's not loud all

(17:59):
the time, she said, it's only when she's with her
friends and family. He's not dealing with it constantly when
it's just them too. Okay, but we can teach kids
the difference between inside voices and outside voices. Just because
Oh P is happy doesn't mean she should be obnoxiously loud.
You're the jerk. It's a small concession to avoid causing
your partner physical pain. My husband gets loud when he's excited, too.

(18:23):
When I tell him he's too loud, he quiets down
because it's basic respect. You're the jerk. I seriously cannot
comprehend a situation where my husband would tell me that
I was causing him physical pain because I like to
shriek and talk too loudly, and my reaction would be
but I just like doing it that way. You're the jerk.
Why can't you express yourself without shrieking and yelling? Only

(18:47):
work the posted hours. Many years ago, I worked at
a place with lots of arcade games in pizza similar
to Chuck E Cheese. I was hired to do maintenance, repair,
and set up of these arcade machines. There was already
someone they're doing this, but they were never allowed to
work more than forty hours a week, and the place
was opened seven days a week nine hours a day,

(19:07):
sixty three hours a week, not including prep for opening
and clean up after closing. At the end of my
first shift, I was told that I was also expected
to help with cleanup, since everyone that worked close had
to help with cleanup. All my shifts were closed shifts.
This meant I had less time before my morning classes
than I expected when taking the job, but a few
extra bucks was valuable to a starving college student. Fast

(19:29):
forward about two months, new manager fresh out of high school,
gets his big boy boots on and starts making rules.
First rule, a schedule with everyone's hours for the next
week will be posted by Friday morning. Second rule, you
must clock in before your postage shifts start time, but
not more than five minutes before your shift. Third rule,
you must clock out at the end of your postage

(19:51):
shift and time no more than five minutes after. At
the end of my first shift, after these rules were created,
I clocked out and left everyone else to di the cleanup.
To be clear, it's not like I was getting time
and a half overtime or anything. All I expected was
to be paid my normal rate, and they didn't want
to pay even that, So I clocked out and left.
At the beginning of my next shift. They were angry.

(20:14):
They expected me to clock out and then work over
an hour for free every single shift. These were only
five hour shifts too. I refused. The next week, they
posted a new schedule with my shift ending an hour later.
Since everyone saw the list, they all got mad. I
guess they were all just fine with wage theft until
one person refused. The next week, everyone had an extra

(20:36):
hour on their shifts. At this point, his wage theft
scheme had failed. Fast forward a couple weeks and this
new manager doesn't come in on Thursday. He doesn't come
in until Monday. No schedule is posted Monday afternoon. I
go in to get my check and say see you
next week. I'm told my shift started half an hour ago.
I say, I made plans since I wasn't on the schedule.

(20:58):
No schedule means I couldn't be on it. The manager
points to a schedule posted on the wall, printed just
hours before, after some of the shifts on it had
already started. I thanked him for posting next week's schedule
early and started to leave. Then I was threatened with
termination and I kept walking. Came back a week later
and talked with a daytime guide doing the same job.

(21:18):
He said it was a bad week. Many machines were
down and he was walking around with like one hundred
dollars in tokens because he was spending much of his
time giving refunds, to the point he didn't have enough
uninterrupted time to make any repairs. He was also keeping
a roll of masking tape with him to tape over
the coin slots as the machines failed. This meant a
lot more use on the remaining machines, which started to

(21:40):
show it quickly. I go to clock in and was
told I had been fired. I smiled and walked out.
Spoke with the daytime guy a while later. Apparently they
never filled my position. People with mechanical and electrical knowledge
willing to work minimum wage are rare. Instead, he was
getting fourteen hours a week in time and a half
overtime with a base pay, almost twice what I was getting.

(22:03):
This extra expense came out of the department budget, which
also paid for replacement parts. Even before this it was
never enough to buy enough parts. This from the department
budget thing was from the same manager. He didn't want
normal payroll to go up for a while. Basically, everyone
was carrying around twenty dollars in tokens to give refunds,
but all the comps were unacceptable to the manager, so

(22:25):
now only the sales desk could issue refunds, which meant
ordering pizza took forever and many people just left angry
rather than waiting for a refund. Most machines had tape
over the token slots. This backup at the sales desk
didn't last long, as few people were coming and no
one was booking parties anymore other than staff. It was
basically empty. It didn't even smell like pizza anymore. With

(22:48):
no customers. The daytime guy finally had time to make repairs,
but didn't have the parts to do most repairs. As
far as I know, that manager stayed there until the
place went under about eight months after. I was fired
for not working a shift that his own rules said
I could not work. Am I the jerk for ditching
my friend and her kid at a restaurant because they

(23:08):
were late. My friend, Samantha is a stay at home
mom and has a four year old daughter, Katie. Since
her daughter's birth, she always insisted that I'd go to
her place if I ever want to hang out, even
though she lives about forty five minutes away from me.
I always did it in the beginning because I did
value our friendship and Katie was her first so I
could understand how she'd be stressed with a newborn. Recently,

(23:31):
I started to put my foot down and wanted her
to meet me halfway. I felt like her kid, she
only has, Katie was old enough to handle being outside,
and I was tired of driving just to hang out
at her house. We always picked a place halfway so
I felt like it was doable. During the last three hangouts,
she was over thirty minutes late, and each time she
claimed that she got mom privileges for being late because

(23:54):
she had to wrangle her kid into the car and
do other mom things. I wouldn't understand, according to her,
because I'm childless. She asked to hang out this past weekend,
and I told her that if she was late again,
i'd leave lo and behold. The day came and she
was late. After thirty minutes, I caught up and left,
but went to hang out in the coffee shop across

(24:14):
the street because I was curious just how late she'd be.
She was over an hour late, and when she found
out from the waitress that I left, she started to
call and text me. She said that I was callous
and selfish for making her drive twenty five minutes away
from her home with a toddler only to leave, and
that she only ever came out for my benefit. I
told her that I hang out with multiple friends who

(24:35):
bring their kids out with us, and they're never late,
so it was pretty crappy to blame being late on Katie,
who is a perfectly sweet kid. She's never been a
problem during our outings. Samantha just kept pulling They're not
a mom, so you wouldn't get it card. I heard
later from a mutual friend that Samantha has been blasting
me in their mommy group and saying I was bullying

(24:56):
her for putting her kid first. I feel like her
reaction wouldn't be so strong unless she was actually upset,
So I'm starting to feel like I am a jerk.
I mean, she's right that I don't get it as
I don't have kids, but I still feel annoyed that
she's late, and I feel justified for leaving. My time
is precious too. I'm not sure whether or not I
should reach out not the jerk. If she knows it's

(25:18):
going to take thirty minutes extra, she should leave thirty
minutes earlier. It's really not that hard Dad here. Being
occasionally late is understandable. I've literally had kids throwing up
moments before we're supposed to get in the car, or
picking up a coffee mug and pouring it on the rug,
stuff like that. Some things you just can't avoid. Being
consistently late just means she isn't planning well. It does

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not take thirty minutes to get a kid into the car,
so I'm guessing she isn't watching the clock and is
blaming her lateness on her kid, which will be really
bad once the kid picks up on it and starts
thinking there's something wrong with herself because mommy keeps blaming
her when talking to other people. Not the jerk, Not
the jerk. I'm a mother of four. Guess what you
can't use? Mom? Privileges for school, doctor's appointments, dentist appointments, parties, flights.

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Guess what else you can't use mom privileges for being
chronically late. Karen tries to force me to make my
son wear a helmet, even though he's old enough to
make that decision himself. I'm forty two male, and my son,
who's fifteen, is a good kid and he loves to skateboard.
He's actually pretty talented and is even sponsored by the
local skate shop. He skated since he was seven. Until

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he was thirteen or so, I always made him wear
a helmet. He started resisting wearing a helmet around then,
and while I would prefer that he does wear one,
I know I can't control every aspect of his life.
By that point, his body had learned how to fall
correctly when he messed up on a trick I used
to skate back in the day. If you skateboard, you
know what I mean. So I made a compromise with him.

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If he's just out street skating with his friends, he
doesn't need to wear one. But if he's at a
park that requires it, or is skating at a bowl
or a halfpipe, or if he's otherwise attempting something dangerous
for the first time, then he needs to wear one.
He readily agreed and has been good about wearing a
helmet in those circumstances. Anyway, a couple weeks ago, my wife,
who's forty one, was running an errand the other day

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and she saw her son out skateboarding doing tricks down
a small five stare set, and he wasn't wearing a helmet.
She flipped out, pulled over, yelled at him in front
of his friends, and made him come home. Now it's
not that my wife didn't know about my helmet rules,
but in her view, what he was doing qualified is dangerous.
He can allie down stair sets almost three times that size.

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She's never really loved that he's been into skateboarding. She
always wanted him to do team sports, and as such,
I don't think she fully appreciates how good he is
for his age, nor does she understand that he knows
what his limits are and what he's doing. She's now
insisting that he wear a helmet at all times, much
to my son's chagrin. I pointed out to her privately

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that this is ridiculous. He's at an age where he
can make this choice himself. And on top of that,
our daughter, who's fourteen, who does cheer in gymnastics and
doesn't have to wear a helmet, despite head injuries being
fairly common in those sports. To make my point, I
got one of those cheerleader helmets and declared that she
now needs to wear a helmet too, since our brother

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has to. Our daughter is kind of a weirdo, and
to her credit, thinks this is all pretty funny and
said something like I will be known as the helmet
Queen and started wearing it at practice. My wife is
now freaking out because she doesn't want our daughter to
stick out at games or competitions and make people think
that she's special. Yes, seriously, she said that. My wife

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is saying I'm both undermining her and encouraging our son
to do dangerous things, and that our daughter is going
to get bullied for wearing a helmet. So am I
the jerk? You're the jerk. You're too concerned with being
the cool parent. Everyone wears helmets, even Olympic athletes. Aside
from safety, he could lose his sponsorship. Nobody wants their

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bran tied to a gross negligence and poor role models.
Even Tony Hawk wears one. Yeah, I was going to
say that every video I remember seeing of Tony Hawk.
He has a helmet on. He doesn't always have pads on,
but he always wears a helmet. I think op needs
to make a distinction of when protection is needed. If
he's just cruising around and using it as transportation, he's

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probably fine. If he's jumping down flights of stairs, he
probably needs a helmet, not necessarily from his own skill level,
but from possible interference from the outside world Aaron's cyclists
or oblivious people walking around. You said your daughter is
kind of a weirdo, and to her credit, thinks it's
all pretty funny. Actually, your daughter sounds like the only
sensible one among the four of you. She's comfortable enough

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with herself to know wearing a safety device isn't going
to affect her socially in the long run, and knows
how to embrace change. Frankly, I'm surprised at how level
headed she is when the three of y'all seem to
be equally stubborn. While your son needs a crash course
and why his safety he comes before his looks, and
your wife needs to chill out about worrying that your
daughter is going to look different. You are by far

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the biggest jerk of the group for your blatant disregard
for your son's physical safety and dragging your daughter into
your argument with your wife. You're the jerk. Also, your
daughter is hilarious. You're the jerk. I'm a nurse, and
the one time I was at home to make him
wear a helmet, he crashed his skateboard and was injured.
Head injuries can be serious and are preventable with a helmet. Again,

(30:29):
you're the jerk. Parents told me that spending long amounts
of time with any of their adult kids is bad
for their marriage. I twenty six male, was recently told
by my parents, who are in their late fifties, that
I wouldn't be able to live with them for more
than a night even if I lost my job, because
it's bad for their marriage. My sister, who's twenty nine,

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has a chronic illness that forces her to visit my
parents for about one week at a time to see
a specialist in our home city. My parents told me
that even my sisters spending a week with them is
bad for their marriage and they have to put an
end to it. This whole conversation started because there might
be a lapse in my lease and I might not
have a place to live for a few weeks. In June,

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I own a travel trailer, so they said I could
live in that at a campground before my new lease starts.
I was shocked that even if push came to shove,
I wouldn't be able to land at their place. For
a short while. Two years ago, when lockdown hit, my
girlfriend twenty four female, and I were displaced. We crashed
at a friend's place for two months because my parents,

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who literally owned two houses, wouldn't allow us to stay
at either. My mom told me then, we would always
let you stay with us, but we just can't house
your partner as well. She's a taker. Uh, okay whatever.
My mom was newly sober, so I didn't think much
of it. Well, two years later, here we are, and
I am in fact not allowed to stay with them.

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I quoted my mom back to her. She called me manipulative.
My dad shouted at me, and they both told me
a lot has changed in the last two years. We
are doing a lot better, and living with you is
bad for our marriage. We can't live with you at
all anymore unless you become very sick or are in
severe dead well guess they're going straight to the nursing
home if they live long enough. More context, my mom

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drinks too much and she's been sober for two and
a half years. My parents have seen the same therapists since,
which seems fishy. Mother went from aggressively pushing meds on
the whole family for years to staunchly hating all meds
and RAND crap like this makes me so grateful for
the family I'm building with my girlfriend. No plans on

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