Karen GF Refuses to Cook Breakfast for Me!

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of our slash entitled People's Stories. Our first story will
be reading today. My Karen girlfriend refuses to cook extra
breakfast for me. After that, want revenge by pain and
pennies here, let me count those for you. And after
that grumpy church group seemed confused about what my job

(00:20):
is Now For every thumbs up, this video gits one,
Karen has to make extra breakfast. You want some breakfast?
Reddit boy now does lucky charm sound? So please smash
that light button and subscribe and turn on notifications for
news stories from redded every single day, my Karen girlfriend
refuses to cook extra breakfast for me. I twenty seven male,

(00:43):
have been living with my girlfriend, who's twenty nine female
for several months now. For the most part, things are
really good and I plan to propose soon and hopefully
have at least a couple of kids with her. However,
we've run up against a conflict. She's an absolute morning person.
I hate mornings. By the time I forced myself out
of bed in the morning and into the shower, she's

(01:03):
already been up for at least thirty minutes. Even though
she has to be at work later than I do
and is at the stove making breakfast. She likes to
make a huge breakfast in the morning. She usually has eggs,
either French toast or pancakes, hash browns, or breakfast potatoes
and sausage or bacon. Sometimes on weekends it's ham or steak.
She eats almost nothing for lunch and usually has a

(01:25):
small dinner, but she loves a huge breakfast. Meanwhile, I
only ever have cold cereal for breakfast, or maybe, if
I'm feeling really ambitious, some instant oatmeal and orange juice.
I only even start to come alive halfway through my
second cup of coffee and definitely don't feel like cooking
in the morning. However, my girlfriend obviously does so. Recently,

(01:46):
I asked her if she had start making breakfast for
me too. She asked if we were going to trade
off and if I had sometimes make breakfast for her too.
I told her no, but reminded her that I do
often make dinner for her. She said that since we
trade off making dinner, we should trade off making breakfast too.
I told her that there's no way I'll ever be
able to muster that kind of energy. First thing in

(02:08):
the morning, but that since she obviously can, that she
should just make me breakfast too. I said that it
would take next to no extra effort on her part
to throw in a couple more eggs, strips of bacon,
an extra portion of hash browns, et cetera, since she's
already doing it for herself anyway. But it started a
fight with her saying that it wasn't fair for me
to expect her to think of me in the morning

(02:30):
since I don't do the same for her. She seems
to think that her making breakfast for me should figure
into our division of labor and that I should do
something extra in return. But I think that since she
makes a huge breakfast for herself every morning anyway, that
throwing an extra portion of whatever she's making on for
me would take next to no effort on her part,
So why should I have to do more for her

(02:50):
in return than I already do. You're the jerk, Oh,
so we'll take turns making breakfast for each other. No,
you'll just make food for me. It's no extra effort
for you anyways. The cheek on you dude should have
offered to make dinner every night in exchange for breakfast
every morning from her.

Speaker 2 (03:10):
The only way I.

Speaker 1 (03:10):
Could see this as not the jerk is if OP
was down to make dinner as often, or in my
personal opinion, more often as the girlfriend makes breakfast. Come on, OP,
Obviously you're aware of the energy required to do things
like make breakfast in the morning, so you should be
at least willing to reciprocate later in the day. I'd
be tucking her in, kissing her good night, and reading

(03:31):
her a bedtime story if I could wake up to
bacon and eggs some mornings. You're talking about proposing and
having kids. Will she never get a morning off from
the kids because you ate mornings. She's already up, so
she should be the one to pack bags and lunches
and cook everyone's breakfast. She's naturally feeding, so you never
need to cover the night wake ups. She's home earlier often,

(03:53):
and that's the person who starts dinner and picks up
the kids and deals with the homework. But you're totally
doing fifty to fifty. She's washing her clothes anyway, so
it's no extra effort to put yours in then fold
them and put them away, because she's doing that for
the rest of the load. Right, It sounds like she
already feels like she's doing more, and now you're asking
for something else. If it would require effort and energy

(04:15):
for you to do it, it requires effort and energy
for her to do it. This may be a small
amount of additional energy for this one thing, but it
makes me wonder if she's already feeling that she's putting
out significantly more effort for household duties as it stands. Oh,
and you're the jerk. Dude's girlfriend gets up early and
makes herself a big breakfast every day. He asks her

(04:36):
to make a little extra for him, and she flips
out and refuses to do it. You're the jerk for
staying with someone who treats you like this. There are
actually women out there who would be happy to put
a few extra eggs on in the morning so you
can have something to eat too, but you definitely won't
find them here on Reddit. Best part is, imagine if
the rolls were flipped. My husband gets up early and

(04:57):
makes a huge breakfast just for himself every morning. I
asked if he'd be willing to make a little extra
for me, and he refuses to do it. All of
you hypocrites would be telling her to divorce him and
that she deserves better. Then you'd have the pathetic, thirsty
dudes commenting how they wish they could cook her breakfast
since her boyfriend doesn't. They always pop up somewhere. Well,

(05:18):
who do you think is the jerk OPI or his girlfriend?
Please let us know. It breaks my heart how transactional
relationships have become want revenge by pain and pennies. Here,
let me count these for you. Ages Ago I worked
a frontline job at city hall, registering cars and dogs
and collecting money for parking tickets, property taxes, and the like.

(05:39):
So a basic entry level municipal finance grunt, bottom of
the food chain, nowhere close to being the one making
the ordinances or rules, just a grunt. This was before
the days of taking credit cards and debit cards for
such payments, before smartphones, before the online banking world really began.
Ages Ago, paper, paper paper. The city's ordinance on tax

(06:02):
interests stated that interest would accrue daily against any pass
due tax bill at a rate of blah blah blah.
Property taxes were due quarterly. Many people would come in
to pay cash on the tax due date. Many many
more would remit their payments by checks through the mail.
We kept extremely thorough paper records of all payments received
through the mail, retaining their remittance stub the envelope bearing

(06:25):
the postmark, which was the date we would use to
calculate any interest if it arrived past the due date.
If the postmark was before or on the due date,
no interest was charged. These were batched daily by each clerk,
filed by date in our vault, so anyone who needed
to could find any receipt or remittance fairly quickly we
needed to often, as did the city auditor. Anyway, business

(06:47):
as usual in the few days following the tax due.
We would always get a few stragglers through the mail
and the daily interest would have started adding up, not
by a lot. For most homeowners, this would only amount
to just a few cents a day. Hey, we would
send them a receipt in the mail with a note
that they have a small balance now due to a
crude interest, but we would hold it at the amount
for ten days. Most people would just send another check,

(07:10):
some would ignore it, and others would come to pay
it in person. Finally, the stars aligned and I got
one a real jerk of a gentleman who was extremely
disgruntled that he got a bill in the mail for
this horrible interest bs, which he slapped down on the
counter inches away from me. He then slammed a repurposed
melatonin bottle full of pennies down on top of the

(07:31):
paper and said.

Speaker 2 (07:33):
I hope whoever sent me this bill has to count
these pennies at top volume for all of the city
Hall to hear.

Speaker 1 (07:40):
I could tell already that it was mine. I saw
my initials on the receipt when he slapped it down,
hugh malicious compliance. I smiled as big as I could,
said I would find out who had processed it, and
took his receipt to the vault. I didn't even give
him enough time to react. I just got up and
went to the vault, while cheerfully saying it'll just be
a minute, before disappearing from his sight. I found the paperwork,

(08:03):
including his two days late postmarked envelope. Then I sat
down at my desk, took the melatonin bottle, looked him
in the eye and said, you're in luck today, sir.
I'm the one who sent this balance due to you,
so I will be able to count these pennies for
you and I did. I counted all thirty nine of
those pennies, and I counted them one by one, very

(08:23):
very thoroughly. It took him about twenty minutes to pay
his thirty nine cents. From the minute that bottle hit
the counter to the end of it, I was extremely
pleasant and cordial and smiling at him the entire time.
It was just fun at that point, so I kept
pouring it on just so sweet. His face was practically
purple by the end, and as he slunk out the
door without the smug satisfaction he was expecting when he

(08:45):
slammed that bottle on my counter, I said, have a
great rest of your day. Weather's beautiful, and it was grumpy.
Church group seems confused about what my job is. A
local church rented a few ed joined rooms for like
a week or so for their pastor or other church officials.
I'm not sure what their business is, but they seem

(09:06):
like they're busy with meetings, et cetera. There are always
people coming and going, and they like to congregate in
our breakfast area by the lounge. They make coffee and
bring snacks and refreshments or whatever and meet for a
few hours or so. This hasn't been an issue, and
we haven't been particularly busy, but as the holiday approaches,
we steadily get more and more busy. They're not rude

(09:27):
per se, but they aren't exactly pleasant either. They asked
me a number of times for plates, cutlery, et cetera
that I provided from our stores, and after the third
time or so, I told them that our supplies are
running low, so I can only provide so much. They
gave me a look like they were thinking, what kind
of place is this and took what I offered. Sometimes

(09:47):
they don't completely clean up after themselves either, which is annoying.
A few times they asked me to ask other guests
to leave their meeting area because they were disturbing them.
I informed them that other guests are free to use
our public spaces as they like. I didn't want to
sound rude, but I suggested if they held their meetings
in their rooms, no one would disturb them there more,

(10:08):
what kind of rat hole places this stairs? We sold
out fairly early yesterday, and I was running through the bucket,
checking INFU and helping guests phone calls, et cetera. When
one of the church members came to the desk looking
grumpier than usual. He was glaring at me with a
sour bulldog face. As I was hanging up with a guest,
I braced and internally prepared for whatever this was going

(10:30):
to be. He asked me what I was doing. I said,
helping guests at the moment. But what can I do
for you, Bulldog?

Speaker 2 (10:38):
When you were doing whatever you were doing, people have
been eating our cupcakes from our meeting area they were
meant for later.

Speaker 1 (10:45):
Me. I'm sorry, sir. What meeting area? He points to
the breakfast area.

Speaker 2 (10:50):
Me.

Speaker 1 (10:51):
I apologize, sir, but that's our breakfast area, which is
open to all of the guests. If food is left
there unattended, we're not responsible for whatever happens to it, Bulldog.
So what should we do?

Speaker 2 (11:02):
Then?

Speaker 1 (11:03):
I'm thinking to myself, I don't know, keep it in
one of your rooms until you're ready for your meeting. Maybe, Bulldog,
I saw some dirty looking kid grab one. Now we
have to throw the rest out, And there are people
drinking at the bar, being loud, causing it a disturbance.
He went on for a bit, I guess fully expecting
me to clear out the area so they can have

(11:24):
their meeting in their meeting area. I just repeated, it's
a public space. We're not responsible for whatever they leave out.
My job is to attend to guests, and I can't
police their cupcakes or whatever. I didn't say it like that,
but I made my point. He at least expected full
compensation for the cupcakes, and I said, I can't clear
that because they chose to leave their stuff in a

(11:46):
public area and that isn't our responsibility at all. He
got my name and my manager's cards and he left.
He didn't do anything about the cupcakes, and he didn't
say if they were going to meet there or not,
so I just left it. Near the end of my shift,
no one from the church had been by, and the
cupcakes were still there, so I just threw them away.
They're only here through Saturday, thank god, and I'm off

(12:08):
tomorrow so I don't have to see them. Praise am
I the jerk for refusing to give up my seat
and being crass about it. I thirty six female, flew
home for Thanksgiving this week and got an early flight
this morning so I would be able to do laundry
tomorrow and relax before going back to work. I'm a
plus size woman. The cost was finally diagnosed. After three

(12:30):
years of weight gain, I've lost four pounds in the
last four weeks. So when I booked my flights, I
spent extra money and booked two adjacent seats so whoever
had the third seat in my row would not have
to be squished up in my business. Flying out was great.
The other person in my row was cool, and we
shared the middle seat and snacks and played Pokemon on

(12:50):
our switches and visited each other's animal crossing islands. Flying
home was where things became a bit more problematic. I
was settled into my pair of seats and the jail
tried to seat his daughter, who was around twelve, in
the middle seat, where I was taking up a good
third of it. I said, politely, I'm sorry that seat
is booked. Your daughter can't sit there, while putting my

(13:11):
hand on the other two thirds of the seat. He
immediately complained that he hadn't been able to book seats
together and he needed to sit with his daughter. I
shrugged and said I was sorry, but it wasn't my problem.
This wasn't his seat. He called over a stewardess to complain.
I explained my situation and showed my pair of tickets,
and the flight attendant offered to comp my extra seat.

(13:32):
I said no, thank you, I needed the extra room
and waved to where I was part way into the
middle seat. The stewardess came back ten minutes later with
a wife from a couple who agreed to switch seats
so that the man could sit with his daughter, but
not without attempting to shame me for not willing to
help out a dad in need and commenting about how
selfish I was. Edit the woman who switched seats was rude,

(13:54):
not the stewardess. The stewardess was nothing but polite. I said,
I booked early when I booked two seats together, because,
to put it plainly, I'm big. The woman turned red
in the face and complained to me for being disgusting.
I replied that his lack of planning was not my emergency,
and she scowled at me for the entire rest of
the flight. When I told my folks about it after

(14:17):
I landed, my dad thought it was the funniest thing
he had ever heard, but my mom yelled at him
and said that I should have been more willing to
help out a dad with a kid When I had
two seats, so I want to know. Am I the jerk?
Not the jerk? These airplane issues are getting out of hand.
It's very simple. You book a seat, you are entitled
to it. People can ask you to change, but if

(14:38):
you say no, that's it, end of story. I don't
understand why people find this basic rule to be so
hard to comprehend. Not the jerk. First of all, congrats
on the diagnosis and the weight loss. That must be
such an unbelievable relief to have answers and finally see
some progress after struggling for three years. Second of all,
you planned ahead, and while it isn't always po possible

(15:00):
for everyone to do such as last minute changes at work,
you put forth the effort so that you would not
be an inconvenience to anyone else due to your current
body type, and you spent a lot of extra money
to do so. I'm sure several hundred dollars overall. He asked,
and even though you were offered reimbursement, you declined, as
is your right, and it sounds as though he would

(15:20):
have been just as happy to take your extra seat
without asking and without the flight seeing you reimbursed if
you hadn't had the courage to speak up for yourself.
Congrats on standing up for yourself and taking care of
your needs. Am I the jerk for crashing my roommate's
car and then wanting to use her insurance instead of
paying out of pocket. I rear ended my roommate's car

(15:41):
last week at a stop sign. It was a pretty
minor accident. I was going about ten miles an hour
and it was just a slight bump. Anyways, we got
it checked out and there's two thousand dollars worth of
damages to fix her car and one thousand dollars for
the guy I hid. I wanted to use my full
coverage insurance, but they wouldn't let me as I got
into the crash with a car that was not mine.

(16:02):
I propose to my roommate that we use her full
coverage insurance, as that's what insurance is for, and she
pays about four hundred dollars a month for it, and
I'll cover any and all premium costs of the insurance
as well as the five hundred dollars co payment requirement.
My roommate doesn't agree to this deal. She proposed two things. One,
we use her insurance. I pay the premium cost, the

(16:25):
co payment requirement, and the value of how much her
car went down in the market, because using her insurance
will show up in the carfax when she sells it.
I asked her how will she know how much the
car value depreciated, and she said, when she sells the
car next year, she'll ask the dealer how much her
car value decreased due to the accident. I can't agree
to this arrangement for a couple reasons. Firstly, I don't

(16:47):
trust the dealer. Wouldn't they just exaggerate the amount the
car value went down to get the car for cheaper.
And Secondly, as I can't play any role in talking
to the dealer or selling the car, I'm essentially signing
a blank check to pay however much she or the
dealer deems the car went down next year. This is
too risky. What if she insists it's like five thousand

(17:08):
dollars next year, I'll have already agreed to pay the
decreased car value for using her insurance. I also talked
to my parents and they said that car values don't
appreciate for getting into minor accidents like this one, just
major ones. Especially if the car was one hundred percent
fixed up. But there's nothing I can say to convince
her that using her insurance won't lead to a substantial

(17:29):
decrease in value of her car due to the accident
being recorded in the car fax.

Speaker 2 (17:33):
Two.

Speaker 1 (17:34):
The second option if I don't agree to this deal
is to pay for everything out of pocket and not
get her insurance involved. This would be like almost an
entire month's salary for me. It's insanely expensive, and I
don't want to pay out of pocket when my roommate
pays four hundred dollars a month for car insurance. In
my opinion, insurance is exactly for moments like this, and

(17:55):
I'm really sorry that I can't use mine, but I'm
willing to pay the premium on hers. Her argument is
that I have the audacity to negotiate or argue with
her when I crashed her car, and I should be
apologetic and agree to handle things the way she wants
to handle it. Anyways, am I the jerk for refusing
to either of her two options and continually trying to
negotiate for using her insurance without the car value decrease stipulations.

(18:21):
You're the jerk? You used her car, you follow her rules.
Amazing people don't understand this. You crash someone else's car
and you have no say in how the owners want
it to be handled. Sorry, but no, don't loan your
car out if you're not willing to deal with someone
else's mess up. She's willing to pay for the damages
and any increases in insurance. Unfortunately, Op's roommate just can't

(18:45):
blindly ask for thousands of dollars for hypothetical damages on
a small rear end accident. At some point, you need
to be realistic about the fact that lending people cars
comes with a risk. Don't do it if you don't
trust the person, and don't do it if you're unwe
willing to get totally done over. Quite frankly, Op would
be totally in her right to say oops and let

(19:06):
roommate take her to court and only get the five
hundred dollars deductible. Maybe ETA people need to understand what
liability means. It means you're taking responsibility and ownership of
whatever happens in that car. Just like with homeowner's insurance.
You're responsible if someone gets hurt on your property, even
if it's kids. Playing in your yard that aren't yours.

(19:26):
Op's roommate wants to suffer absolutely no consequences of Op's actions.
And while I get it, that's not how liability works,
she needs to very quickly understand just how serious the
concept is. If roommate is so concerned about the depreciation
on their car, and insurance companies supposedly pay for depreciation,
then the solution is abundantly clear. Use the insurance. OP

(19:48):
pays the deductible and increased premiums, and roommate then asks
for lost value. You're the jerk. You damaged her car.
You don't get to decide what is easiest and most
convenient for you. If she doesn't want to go through insurance,
you need to pay up. Insurance rates go up after
an accident. It's one thing to pay up the increase
when it's your own fault, but she shouldn't have to

(20:10):
deal with the increased insurance for doing you a favor
and loaning her car to you. Well, who do you
think is the jerk? OP or her roommate? Please let
us know? And this is why you don't let anyone
borrow your car? Am I the jerk? For telling my
brother's girlfriend that Christmas isn't the meal to be cheap.
I'm forty seven mail spend Christmas with my parents. My

(20:32):
dad passed earlier this year, so my brother who's forty
and his girlfriend, who's thirty two, I'll refer to her
as Eve, have said that they will cook on Christmas.
Eve is the cook. It's their first Christmas with their
infant son, so they're very excited for it. When I
was visiting my brother and Eve, they were talking excitedly
about Christmas. This will be the first time Eve has

(20:53):
cooked for Christmas, and the first time she has ever
cooked a turkey. Brother said they had already bought the
turkey I frown, as we had always had a fresh
turkey from the local butchers, never a frozen turkey. Eve
said that she had gotten a frozen turkey crown as
it was cheaper and that they didn't need a large
turkey with legs. She started talking through her plan, saying

(21:13):
she had already bought turkey gravy mix as she didn't
want to cook gravy from scratch, using tinned potatoes to
make the roast potatoes, had already made stuffing balls, and
that they're in the freezer. I know that she's struggling
for money at the moment as she is on maternity
leave and is not returning to her job as nephew
has additional needs. I was appalled when she said that
she was going to cook Christmas dinner at their house

(21:35):
the day before and then bring it to Mums to
heat it up. Mum is unable to do stairs, so
we have to go to her. Eve tried explaining that
due to the cost of living going up, she didn't
want Mum to have the additional cost of cooking a
Christmas dinner. They're having their own meal on the twenty fourth,
so Eve is cooking two dinners at once. I snapped
at Eve. I told her that I know that she's

(21:58):
being frugal with not going back to work, but that
Christmas dinner wasn't the meal for her to be cheap on,
especially Mum's first Christmas after her husband's passed. I told
Eve that if she wasn't prepared to make a fresh
meal that wasn't full of frozen food that God knows
how old it is, then she shouldn't have offered to
cook on Christmas. Eve then left the room with nephew

(22:19):
saying she needed to go feed him. My brother got
annoyed with me, telling me that I was being rude.
He said that he was the one paying for the
Christmas meal. They had bought the turkey before Dad passed
and had only gotten one big enough to feed them
with leftovers. He had been the one that suggested including
Mum and I for Christmas. To Eve, Eve had been
making things like stuffing balls and her homemade pigs in

(22:41):
a blanket in advance, and using ten potatoes was to
make her life easier. He argued that Eve is the
primary caretaker for nephew, so she takes shortcuts when she
is home alone with nephew so that she can focus
on him. Mum has called me and had a go
at me for making Eve cry, especially when I know
that she's stressed from looking after nephew. Apparently she had

(23:02):
taken nephew to go and cry upstairs, but I had
no idea. I do feel bad that she got upset,
but at the same time, I don't think Christmas is
the one meal to be cheap on. Am I the
jerk edit? I have always and will be supplying the
dessert and making a dairy free one for Eve me
making the dessert was the agreement I had with my parents.

(23:23):
They aren't actually struggling. They can and do live comfortably
on my brother's wage. We work in the same field
and are paid well. They chose to live well below
their means. Okay, I'm the jerk. I will call my
brother in the morning and apologize and see if I
can come around to apologize to Eve in person, and
I will offer to help her cook if she wants.

(23:43):
I'm not going to turn up uninvited if Eve doesn't
want to see me. I don't want to upset her more.
She's a sweet girl and well suited with my brother. Edit.
So this blew up way more than expected. By saying
Eve is well suited to my brother, I just meant
they balance each other very nicely. They're a lovely couple,
and she has had such a positive influence on him.

(24:04):
I have since spoken to my brother and Eve, as
he put the phone on speaker and she was there.
Turns out I didn't make her cry. Brother had told
Mom I had upset her with my comments, but made
no mention of Eve crying. Eve said that she didn't cry,
she was just upset, but took nephew as she thought
she would cry. She had been considering tin potatoes and

(24:24):
had mentioned them to me to see how they would
go down with Mum and myself. Eve said she's going
to make some roast potatoes and has asked if I
would help her with the prep as brother is working
during the day on Christmas Eve. I've told her that
I will help her with the prep on Christmas Eve,
and that I would also take her a nephew out
for lunch that day. I will also be buying another
turkey crown that I will cook so that Eve has

(24:46):
left overs to make Christmas dinner pies, which had been
her initial plan with the turkey before they offered to
cook for the four of us. I apologized to her
what she accepted. I'm going to cook next year. You're
the jerk. You're doing nothing to contribute, so you have
no say in how they cook what is essentially a
free meal for you. Get over yourself. You're the jerk.

(25:09):
Do you know how much these meals cost? I just
spent nearly two hundred dollars for my family of four.
If you want a fresh turkey, go buy it. Holy cow,
someone is cooking and preparing this meal for you, and
this is how you act. Oh and apparently this poor
woman who is paying for your dinner that she is
cooking is also preparing another meal for her parents, just

(25:31):
had a baby and is also taking care of her
special needs nephew. You know, instead of complaining, maybe you
could act like a grown man and help her out.
Everyone sucks here. I can't imagine feeding people one month
old frozen food for Christmas. Not the jerk. Cooking for
holidays is a huge to do, and if you aren't
properly prepared for it, it's not worth it. Frozen turkey

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isn't a big deal, neither is pre made gravy, but
canned and row made potatoes is a bit much. Pitch
in an additional two to three hundred dollars so things
can be done right. Not the jerk, but honestly, I
just have food aversions and old food disgusts me. This
meal sounds vile. I can see I'm in the minority here. Look,

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I wouldn't eat food that was a month old, but
I wouldn't have been so rude to Eve. I would
have talked to my brother and said, hey, I'm concerned
that the meal won't be edible for mom and maybe unsafe.
Then you should have offered to make dinner yourself and
shoulder the cost. If you aren't prepared to do that,
then you're the jerk. Sell me your house. A couple

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of years ago, my husband and I bought a house
from the city council. We had seen it and we
loved everything about it. In the neighborhood inspection showed that
apart from this central heating boiler, everything was in good order.
We still needed to replace the central heater boiler. We
also renovated the bathroom and upstairs, and we placed a
new kitchen. Between then and now, we have invested money

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in our home. Amongst other things, we placed solar panels,
renovated the front and back garden, and renovated our downstairs toilet.
For reference, we have lived here for around six years
now and we have no intention on moving apart from
the fact that we pumped a lot of money in
the house. We love the neighborhood, our neighbors, and the
fact that we are close to family and friends. The

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way the council sold houses when as follows, the house
was up for sale for six weeks. If you were
interested you could schedule a visit with a real estate agent,
place a bid if you wanted, and then after the
six weeks, the city council would look at all the
bids and see who offered the most. Two weeks ago,
I was home when a lady rang the doorbell. She
introduced herself and told me that when the house came

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up for sale all those years ago, she and her
husband were interested. They could see the potential, but their
bid was rejected. She was enthused about how it looked
now from what she could see, and how beautiful the
garden was, how wonderful the solar panels were, and such.
So I thanked her for her compliments and waited for
the reason why she rang the doorbell. She told me
that since they had more money saved now, she and

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her husband wanted to know if we were interested in
selling them the house. I told her that we were
not interested. She started whining and gave an offer, and
I told her the same, not interested at all. More
whining ensued than she made a new offer. I kindly
drew the line and said that she can offer all
she wants. We love living here and we want to
enjoy our home with the family. We've built in it.

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Then I told her that I had things to do,
wished her a good day, and closed the door. I
had barely turned around when she started ringing the doorbell continuously,
so I opened the door and asked her what she
needed to say. She told me this almost verbatim. You
need to sell us this house. You have lived here
for some years now. My husband and kids deserve a
nice house like this. I gave you two offers that

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are very reasonable. It's our turn now, so sell us
the house. We want to live here. I told this
woman that her offers were laughable. She gave two offers
while we knew that we could ask for double the
price and get that. Still, she low balled. I reiterated
that we were not interested and would not sell the house.
I asked her to leave and close the door again.

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Then she started ringing the doorbell like a mad woman.
After trying to ignore it, I ripped open the front
door and shouted in her face for her to get lost.
We are not interested. Even if we were, I would
not sell my house to her. Since she's acting like
a spoiled brad. I wouldn't want my neighbors to deal
with her. Spoiled attitude. I told her that she doesn't
need to think about trying to bully us into moving

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and to get away, or I would call the police.
This time, I slammed the door to get the message across.
She stayed screaming at the door that we have to
sell the house tour and walked around a bit before leaving.
I did send a message in our streets group app
about her. People have said to keep an eye out
for her. My husband was stunned when I told him this,
as this is not a normal thing in our country

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to do. She has been seen once or twice, but
has not caused any more problems for us or anyone else.
Karen took my credit card while I was asleep. I
twenty seven mail, have been with my girlfriend, twenty four
female for seven months. We don't live together and she
has sleepovers at my place regularly. Two days ago, she

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spent the night at my place and in the morning,
while I was sleeping in, she got up, got dressed,
took my credit card and went grocery shopping with it.
I woke up to a massive breakfast made by her
as a surprise, and when I asked her how she
got the money and time to prepare all that. She
told me she took my credit card while I was
asleep and headed to the supermarket to get the stuff

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she needed to make me a surprise breakfast. I was stunned.
I asked why she didn't ask before taking my credit card,
and she said I was sleeping and she didn't want
to bother me, besides that she wanted this to be
a surprise. I just stared and said, I don't know.
You do realize you technically stole from me when you
took my credit card and went shopping with it without

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my consent. Right She looked at me and complete shock
and confusion and said that she was just trying to
do something nice for me, and I just implied that
she was a thief. I just shrugged and said it
was technically true. She was so upset she got up
and stormed out of the kitchen crying. She collected her
stuff and left after she said she spent time and

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effort to prepare me breakfast, and I was out of
line to say she stole from me just because she
forgot her wallet at home. She kept hanging up when
I tried calling her, and later sent me money for
this stuff she bought, although she didn't take anything with her.
My sister came over and when I told her, she
called me an ungrateful jerk with no manners to react

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this way. After this display of affection by my girlfriend,
she suggested I get over myself and apologize as soon
as possible, but I decided to take my time. Am
I the jerk? You're the jerk. I would give anything
to have a girlfriend who would do something like that
for me. Not only did she sleep over, but the
next day she gets up early and goes to groceries

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to make you breakfast. I will never understand why girls
choose jerks like you instead of the nice guys like me.
Oh yeah, it's because I'm not six foot four and
don't have a six pack. I also don't have tattoos,
and I treat them with respect. In return, I am
despised by them. It honestly serves her right to be
with an ungrateful jerk like you. All slash nice guys

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