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Speaker 1 (00:00):
You call this a Mother's Day card, pathetic, downright unacceptable
crack slash answer wawn, Hey there, mister Redder here and
entitled kay Rockin' witcha what's Goodie? Welcome back to another
episode of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story will be

(00:21):
reading today. My Karen wife loses it over the Mother's
Day card I gave her. My wife told me yesterday
all I want for Mother's Day is to have the
day completely off. I don't need or want anything else.
I confirmed with her multiple times, and then I started
planning a day for my two boys and I today
comes by. I intercept my oldest son at seven am

(00:42):
before he comes into our room. We go downstairs to
watch his favorite morning show and to eat breakfast. The
moment I heard my youngest wake up, I got him
out of his crib and took him downstairs. We finished
breakfast and I had them start working on handmade cards
for my wife. When I hear her get up, we
surprise her with the cards from the case. Here's where
things went wrong. My wife asks me, did you write

(01:04):
me anything? I told her I was working on it,
but wasn't done yet. I had been busy with the
kids and wanted to finish it up. She was not happy.
I quickly finished it up and sent it to her.
A note on this, I'm not a very well spoken person.
I have a hard time putting my thoughts together, so
I used Google to turn my thoughts into a letter.
She knows I struggle in this area. I come inside

(01:26):
and she tells me that I plagiarized and used Google
for her letter. I told her I absolutely did, but
that the main points were mine. I then sent her
the original and she scoffed and said, that's it, so
read it. Am I the jerk for using Google to
make myself sound more elegant? Am I the jerk for
not writing enough at my original? Final thought? She told

(01:49):
me all she wanted was a day off. She is
still getting that and is currently out with all of
her girlfriends. Quick edit. Had an awesome day with my boys.
Wife was nowhere to be found for most of it,
and I have to say it's the best day we,
my boys and I have had in a while. Edit too,
I just saw a post on Facebook about how she's
had an awesome day with her boys. She's still out

(02:11):
with her girlfriends getting her nails and hair done. Edit three.
We're all in bed now. Wife just got home and
asked me if I still planned on working out tonight.
I straight up told her I was exhausted and going
to bed. She's now not talking to me. I'm so
done with her attitude and the drama that she brings
to the table. You didn't do anything until the day of,

(02:32):
like you found out what she wanted yesterday. Of course
she told you she didn't want anything. If someone asks
the day before, you know they didn't do anything yet
and won't have anything ready. Your excuse for not having
a card for her was because you hadn't done it
yet because of the kids. That would not have been
a problem if you'd actually done it before you waited
until the day of. The reason she's going off is

(02:54):
because she realized yesterday during your talk that you didn't
do anything in advance. She was going in disappointing it already.
Everyone sucks here. But honestly, I see why she started
off in a bad mood. You set the bar exceptionally
low by only talking to her the day before and
doing nothing in advance. Everyone sucks here. Your wife shouldn't

(03:14):
expect you to read her mind that she wants a
card when she explicitly said something else and you were
going to give that to her. On the other hand,
Mother's Day cards are kind of a given, and you
didn't write anything until the day of. You should have
had the foresight to realize you'd be busy with the
kids on that day and made some effort to put
something together beforehand. This is pretty basic planning. You're the jerk.

(03:35):
Why didn't you write the card the day before so
it was ready to go, and googling what to write
sounds lazy. She just wanted you to put in the
effort to give her a heartfelt card on time. She
doesn't sound ungrateful. She sounds fed up and not appreciated
enough for you to make sufficient effort. Not the jerk.
Why are men still getting married in America? Do you

(03:56):
realize how many countries there are where you can find
a wife who won't act like this, who will respect
you and not act like a spoiled, emotionally stunted brat.
Sweet kind, loving people who want to have a mutually
respectful and loving marriage are plentiful, but you will have
to search overseas to find them. That's what I did
ten years ago, and I now have a beautiful family

(04:16):
of my own. My friends laughed at me when I
left the States, but they're all divorced now and on
their second or third marriages. In life, it's never a
bad idea to go where you're wanted and where you'll
be treated. Right, Am I the jerk for embarrassing my
cousin and getting us kicked out of a restaurant. I
female twenty five, don't have kids yet. I never really

(04:37):
wanted them growing up, but I figure I'll eventually have
kids in the future once I get my life together.
My cousin, Sarah, who's twenty nine, has two badly behaved
kids from a previous relationship and a newborn baby with
her boyfriend m J who's forty. Last night, my mother, sister, Sarah,
and I went to a sushi restaurant, and this was
my first time having sushi. After we ordered, I had

(04:59):
a hard time I'm using the chopsticks. My cousin started
obnoxiously laughing. The waiter came over and asked me if
I wanted training wheels, which is a little plastic item
that attaches to the chopsticks and it helps you hold
them in place. My cousin laughed and said sorry about her.
She constantly embarrasses herself and us. I just gave her
the side eye and put the training wheels on. When

(05:22):
it was time to order dessert. Her boyfriend MJ finally
joined us, claiming that he was busy. She went on
to tell him how stupid I was for not knowing
how to use chopsticks, and how the waiters and everyone
around now knows that I'm an embarrassment. My mom asked
her what her problem was, and she goes on a
rant about how I'm so embarrassing and it's no wonder

(05:42):
I'm jealous of her being a mother, and no one
wants to have kids with me. I finally had enough.
I said, I don't have kids because I don't want
them to come out like your rude little jerks, and
you're calling me an embarrassment. Didn't MJ just have a
baby on you with his wife. Your baby literally has
a sibling a week apart from her. You probably learned

(06:03):
how to use chopsticks by having his wife's leftovers. I
guess when she was attacking me, it was fine because
everyone turned on me. It got so loud that management
had to get involved. Sarah was screaming and crying. MJ
was yelling at me, and my mom and sister were
going off on me for being mean. Management brought the
bill and told us to please pay it and leave.

(06:25):
My mom paid the entire bill, but my sister said,
I'm a jerk for embarrassing Sarah and getting us kicked out,
and how she's probably going through postpartum depression. Now. I
don't know if I went too far, seeing as she's
probably going through some post baby stress. Am I the jerk?
Everyone sucks here? My goodness, what a dreadful scene. I

(06:45):
feel awful for the other diners, many of whom were
probably honoring Mother's Day a night early. If you're in
the US, you should probably give some real consideration to
avoiding being in public with these people. Maybe avoid them altogether.
They don't sound like they bring anything good to your life.
Oh and totally not the point, but chopsticks are super easy.
Once you have the hang of them, there's a learning curve,

(07:06):
But then all of a sudden you know how. Either
go out with nicer people who will coach you instead
of harassing you, or fiddle with it at home even
if it doesn't come up often It's one of those
things that's nice to be able to do confidently. Edit.
I can't approve of the airing of dirty laundry, but
I can and do applaud your line about how she
learned to use the chopsticks magnificently. Brutal am I the

(07:29):
jerk for refusing to help cook. On Mother's Day. On Thursday,
my dad forty two mail, took me eighteen mail to
help pick out a frame for my mom's Mother's Day gift,
which was a frame that said Mom, you are the
piece that holds us together, with puzzle pieces beneath it
with our names on it. After two hours of shopping,
we got what we needed and I picked out a

(07:50):
frame for us to use. My brother, who's four, received
a little credit since he was little, and my other brother,
who's fifteen, did as well, though he didn't help. He
just said whether or not it looked good. On Friday,
the gift was complete, so we showed it to Mom
that evening and she liked it. We took a picture
with it as well. We had a garage sale on Saturday,

(08:11):
but we all did our own thing afterward. That evening,
I played with a few online friends and decided to
stay up late since it was the weekend and we
didn't have plans on Sunday. I decided to go to
bed around two thirty am This morning Sunday, my dad
opens my door at nine oh five am, which wakes
me up. He asks me to help cook the eggs
for Mother's Day. I explained to him that I was

(08:33):
trying to sleep because I stayed up late and didn't
know we planned to make breakfast beforehand so that I
wouldn't stay up late. Dad insists that I helped with
the eggs or the waffles, but I reiterated that I'm
still trying to sleep because I stayed up late. He
said I would help with the eggs and said a
pan was out and that I had six minutes, and
started closing the door. I quickly tried to say that

(08:54):
I had already told him. At around nine forty five am,
he came in again. While I was in bed asleep.
The opening of the door woke me up, and he said,
how do you think that'll make her feel hearing that
you refuse to help make her breakfast. I replied that
I had already helped with her Mother's Day gift, and
he said something along the lines that he was the
one who had the idea and actually built it, and

(09:15):
that helping with breakfast is something I can have more
control over. I replied, got it, I wasn't part of
her gift. After some back and forth, he closed the
door a little it wasn't fully closed, and left to
go continue cooking. At a round ten fifteen am, breakfast
was ready and I was asleep. He came to my door,
slammed it shut, and walked towards the kitchen, going off

(09:37):
about me. But he didn't really call me any names.
From what I heard, I'm not sure what he said,
but I think it's related to doing what I wanted
and not what the household needed. I feel like he
failed to communicate his plans, and that if he had
told me he intended on making breakfast the next morning
for Mother's Day, even after her gift, it would have
helped me to know not to stay up late under
the impression that we finished Mother's Day and that we

(09:58):
had nothing planned at it. Based on all your comments,
I acknowledge that I messed up. I should have gotten
up to help with breakfast, but I didn't, and I'm
ashamed that I didn't do better. I have decided to
coordinate dinner and now I'm making dinner for mom. It's
something nice and I'm sure she'll love it. Thank you
for all of your perspectives and taking time out of
your day to respond to my mess up. This is

(10:21):
a You're the jerk. Mother's Day is about your mom,
and she's barely in the post. You were asked to
make her breakfast on the one day of the year
that she celebrated. You should absolutely have done it. It's
not about your dad's behavior or how you chose a
photo frame, buddy, It's about being a grateful son. You're
the jerk. You could have cooked breakfast for your mom.

(10:41):
You slept for six hours and could have slept the
rest of the day after making breakfast if you were
so tired. How often you think your mom was tired
when she got up to make breakfast for you? Info
you say that you helped to pick out the present
for your mom. Did you just pick out the present
or did you also pay for it? You're the jerk.
Many days do you think your mom got up and

(11:01):
took care of y'all on no sleep? This whole post
is whining about how you had to do a bunch
of stuff for your mom and who got credit and
blah blah blah. Dude, I bet your mom does so
much for y'all. Instead of waking up and making her eggs,
you ticked off your dad and now you're on Reddit
upsetting other moms on Mother's Day over eggs. Get some

(11:22):
perspective beyond yourself. It will do you well. I guess
Mother's Day is the one day of the year the
Reddit people actually side with people's moms. Am I the
jerk for shaming my mother about not taking care of
our kids. My sister just had her first kid. I
have two kids who are six and nine. My mother
was never a hands on grandma, which is completely fine.

(11:43):
I learned my lesson early on about asking her to babysit.
She would either tell me yes and cancel at the
last minute, or get mad at me for even asking. Now,
this by itself wouldn't be a huge deal. However, my
mother was the kind of mother who would drop us
off at our grandparents all the time. Holiday We'd get
dropped off this second day off and picked up three

(12:03):
days before school started. We spent every weekend with them.
Grandma would pick us up from school and make us lunch.
And besides that, every time one of us asked her
to babysit, she said, I already raised my kids, even
if we were just asking her to keep an eye
on the kid while we hopped to the store. So
it really is the hypocrisy that gets me, not her,

(12:24):
not babysitting. I couldn't care less about that. So my
sister had her first kid about four months ago. We
had a family dinner on Friday where everyone got to
meet the baby. So we were all mingling, and my
sister asked Mom at one point if she could watch
the baby on Friday for one hour so she could
pick up her mother in law from the airport. My
mom started to say her usual sentence, and my brothers

(12:46):
and I jumped in and finished the sentence with her
and laughed. My brother then offered to watch the baby
he thought it was over, but Mom was offended and
went on a long rant about disrespect. My sister was
confused and said, I just thought you might want to
bond with your granddaughter, to which I said, she didn't
even raise us. What makes you think she wants to
spend time with our kids? I admit I was mad

(13:08):
because she was acting like she was that martyr who
never had time for herself when she literally never had us,
and when she did, my older brother and I took
care of everything in the house, including childcare and house stuff. Obviously,
my mother got furious, saying that I was ungrateful. My
older brother intervened and said that we weren't ungrateful, but
we couldn't ignore the matter of fact. The fight escalated

(13:32):
and my mother stormed off. My father called us and
told us that it was entitled to shame mom for
not babysitting. Are we the jerks at it? My father
is not mentioned because the story is not about him
and it doesn't make sense to talk about him. There's
more to the story with him, of course, but this
story was about an interaction with us and our mom.
The only involvement our father had was the short call

(13:54):
at the end. That's why he isn't mentioned much. Not
the jerk. As long as it's it's okay for people
to not be natural caregivers, it is not to be
a non caregiver and wanting to be treated like this
saint who sacrifices for everyone. She had all the help
in the world when you were kids, and now she's
acting as if you guys asking for help is entitlement,

(14:15):
and it's not. It's a basic thing. You're not asking
her to take weekends, school breaks, et cetera. You've asked
for basic help that any normal parent would be willing
to provide. I see other people's point by saying she's
not required to babysit her grandkids, but if she was
a decent person, she would probably an unpopular opinion, but
that's how I see it. We want to go on

(14:36):
about how it takes a village, et cetera. But as
soon as grandma doesn't want a babysit, it's not her job.
Plus the shaming doesn't even seem to be about her
not watching her grandkids. It was based off her not
watching her own kids, which is valid. Micro manager forced
to step down after mismanaging a new retail service. Relevant

(14:57):
background info. First years ago, I was working at one
of the big hardware stores in my area. It's a
household name and had some upward mobility with decent pay
for the area. I never really found a niche there
after my first year and a half. I learned quickly, though,
so They kind of made me a Swiss Army employee.
I could work hardware, plumbing, mixed paint, make keys, prepare

(15:19):
contracts for installs, and knew all of the features and
flaws of the appliance models we sold. I was happy
to do this because I was building a reputation as
someone who could do everything. Two years in, a new
program was implemented that I was uniquely qualified to assist with.
They created a new position for me. It was marketed
as an all in one renovation remodel service for interiors.

(15:42):
I was to assist the designer with product selection, product information, contracts,
and local marketing. For this service, everyone involved was super
excited about it. Note I was still only making ten
dollars an hour in twenty fifteen for this. The problem
was that, because this was brand new, no one knew
how it should work. The designer basically had to figure

(16:02):
it out for herself while I tried to catch her
up with all of the store and product knowledge I
had accumulated during my unique experience with the company. Issues
with the program one, it was way too expensive. Two
product to be used had to come from one of
our stores, which was limiting. Three. No one knew about it.
It was a rocky start. Coworkers would call me over

(16:24):
to talk to customers if they mentioned working on a
big project. But that's all. We had no completed jobs
to reference or anything provided by corporate. To get us running,
we made our own stuff. I put together a video
advertising the service and got the nod for management to
use company card to purchase a TV and media player
to roll the video on repeat. We built vignette's in

(16:45):
the store to showcase our design ability. I had been
picking up a lot from the designer, so it ended
up being a partnership in effect. The micro manager entered Devin,
the assistant manager. He had actually been involved in the
project from the beginning and had been pretty supportive and
brought good energy at first, but I think he got
fed up with issues that we couldn't control, Sloppy contractors

(17:08):
refusing to fix things that they messed up, slow design processes,
customers worked out what they wanted, and people just backing
out after taking a bunch of our time when they
saw the price. We were on average charging three thousand
dollars more for a small bathroom remodel on labor alone.
Consulting and design fees were also worked into the final cost.

(17:28):
The product was discounted to basically being tax free, but
as I mentioned, options were limited to products the company sold.
It was just too expensive to make many sales on
the poor side of town where almost everyone knows some
kind of contractor or tradesmen with connections. It wasn't a
good market for this program, but we did manage to
start hitting and exceeding our numbers. Number seven in the

(17:50):
region for the brand new program was not bad, and
just when we finally started getting some business and a
rhythm around eight months in, Devin decided that it was
not working fast enough for him. Obviously, the designer was
to blame since he had no authority over the contractors
or setting prices. She didn't know what she was doing,
and he was going to make some changes. He honestly

(18:11):
didn't do much besides hover, bring bad energy, and make
terrible suggestions. He didn't understand the scope of what we
had to do to get a customer out the door
and happy. He forced us to cut corners and get
the sale as quickly as possible without concern for liability
for basically destroying a room in someone's home to remake
it or what was realistic in terms of timelines. Customers

(18:32):
felt rushed and got nervous. They backed out. We came
to a standstill. We would only have two or three
designs in progress at a time, But suddenly, after working
our butts off building the program, we had no customers
for the first time in six months. Obviously, Devon was
not subjecting us to his authority hard enough, so he
went harder and fired the designer. I lost my patience

(18:55):
justice or injustice, I don't know. I'm a chill dude,
but I had been working my butt off for this company,
making peanuts on the promise that I was working towards something.
I endured working for the incompetent managers that got their
positions because they started working there at eighteen and made
it their life. The toxic alpha male I will lead,
you will follow bs was too much, so I started

(19:17):
bullying him back, making fun of him in a teasing
way where he couldn't really react without looking bad or
losing control. I did that for a while, and he
left me alone to run the program in the interim,
since I was the only option. The designer and I
had become friends, though, so I was still mad about
how it went down. I wasn't finished yet, but I
didn't know what to do. Eventually they got another designer

(19:39):
and Devin had me moved back to what I had
been doing before, passed over for several promotions that I
was more than qualified for. The market had been flooded
with longtime employees that were being moved around bad luck,
but I was done with the place. One day I
got an email with an anonymous review your manager survey.
The store computers were set up up with an always

(20:01):
on and logged in user profile, so I wrote down
the link and verified with a coworker that they weren't
unique in every department I visited. That day, I wrote
a review for DEVN, all different ratings, but I made
the good ones so that they sounded bad. But as
if I didn't know it was bad. I did that
maybe ten times. It wasn't character assassination or anything, just

(20:22):
opinion based stuff with some vague examples, so no one
could figure out it was me. I didn't lie either,
I just said what people don't usually say out loud.
He would barely look at anyone after that. A couple
of weeks later, he resigned his position as assistant manager
and took an exterior design position at the other end
of the store as far away from the departments he
had been over before, basically the same thing as what

(20:45):
we had done with interiors, but he was in the
designer shoes. I left a couple of months later to
work tech support for DHS. But while I was still
in training for that, my friends from the store told
me that he had gotten fired. Maybe he learned something
he should have at least learned how my designer friend felt.
They were both fired. On Christmas, my step brother stole

(21:06):
my investment car and crashed it. A few years ago,
I got a nice bonus and a major sales year,
and I made a really smart investment decision with it.
I'm a big car guy. During a dip in the
exotic car market, I was presented with an insane private
market deal on an extremely rare manual transmission supercar. Original
owner was a friend in a car club who passed

(21:27):
his kids handled the sale. I had just enough cash
available for a down payment to buy it as an investment.
Not ready to disclose the model just yet. Fellow gearheads
can probably guess, but it's one of less than two
hundred remaining in North America, low mileage, all original, without
a hint of damage. I honestly rarely even drive the
thing myself. It's just too valuable at this point, worth

(21:49):
more than triple what I paid for it. Let's just
say it's easily valued north of six hundred thousand dollars
right now, or at least it was. Last weekend I
was out of town. The eighty seventeen year old stepbrother
had his prom and decided to borrow it for the evening.
I don't think he was even drinking. The car is
just not easy to drive. It doesn't have any safety features,

(22:10):
and it's tough to handle for anyone less than an
experienced driver. He ended up misshifting, spinning it out, and
causing a fair amount of damage. It was still drivable afterwards,
and he brought it back to my garage, so no
accident report was filed, but my cameras caught him leaving
with it in pristine condition and returning it wrecked. I'm livid.
My dad and stepmom are very apologetic, but aren't really

(22:33):
taking much responsibility for what he did. Originally, they wanted
me to try and claim it against my insurance, which
I have no intention of doing. They eventually came back
and offered to try and pay for the repair. I
think it can be fixed for under sixty thousand dollars,
but finding parts for the thing isn't a cake walk.
My problem is the loss of value. I had a
broker that specializes in these cars go over it with me,

(22:55):
and he thinks even expertly repaired, with the wreck and
non original parts, it will have lost at least two
to three hundred thousand dollars in value after being restored.
My broker is going to provide me with a written
loss of value estimate this week. I'm leaning towards demanding
that amount from my family and restitution, or I can
press charges for the theft of the vehicle. As far

(23:16):
as I can tell, those are my two options to
seek the full value of the investment. Just getting it
repaired would mean taking a two hundred and fifty thousand
dollars loss when all is said and done. I know
this would be a hardship, but my dad and step
fam won't exactly go hungry. They own a couple rental
properties that they could sell to come up with the cash.
But in discussing this with my sister. She thinks I'm

(23:37):
being unreasonable to burden the family with such a major expense,
and I should just let them pay to fix the car.
I don't see how I can even remotely cover the
loss I'm taking without pushing this ultimatum their way. Would
I be the jerk at it? To clarify, because I
keep getting asked. The car was on my own property,
in my garage and was very well secured. But my

(23:58):
dad had a key to the house that my step
brother used to get in. He knew the alarm code
and where the keys were hidden because he's family. Also,
this probably wasn't too clear in the original post, But
I'm not exactly wealthy or anything, at least not wealthy
enough to afford my own supercar under normal circumstances. This
was very much an investment towards retirement for me, hence

(24:19):
why I almost never drive it. Not the jerk, I'd
honestly if pressed charges already he stole your car and
caused massive damage, let alone the safety factor. He could
have gotten himself and or others severely hurt operating a
car that he had no business beaten behind the wheel off. Frankly,
he's lucky that that was the worst that happened, and

(24:39):
their apologies don't cover all that. You're being generous giving
them different options to work it out that don't include charges. Also,
what are they doing about him, because if they haven't
properly grounded him from literally everything, taken away his phone
and any gaming devices, and told him he's getting a
job to pay this back, it's not enough. Am I
the for not eating food? My girlfriend's parents made it

(25:02):
family dinner. My girlfriend of four years has a different
cultural background than mine. Her parents are not from America
and family and meals are very important to them. I
grew up in America, and while we had holiday dinners
and maybe a Sunday dinner every couple of weeks, for
the most part, mom or dad made something and then
we ate it where and when we wanted to. I

(25:23):
ate dinner with my girlfriend's parents every week, and I
love it. It's important to her and I have no
problem with different cuisines. It's all delicious food. However, I
do not eat a lot. Growing up, I was very overweight,
and I saw a nutritionist, stuck to a calorie deficit
and worked on my portions. And I've been at a
healthy weight. Ever since, my relationship with food has changed,

(25:43):
and I no longer have the desire to tear through
two double quarter pounders anymore. My girlfriend's parents seem to
get offended that I get small portions of things and
don't fill my plate up a second time. They will
make maybe five to six different food options, and I'll
get a little bit of everything because I want to
take at all. At some point every time I'm there,
they ask me if I didn't like the food. They

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mentioned the small portions and how I never go back
for more. I just honestly tell them that I don't overeat.
They've never made a scene about it to me, but
I guess they've been discussing it with my girlfriend while
I'm not there. A couple of days ago, my girlfriend
told me that her parents feel offended over how little
I eat, which a little is a one hundred percent
full plate with a bit of everything made. And some

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days I eat less and some days I eat more.
It really depends. If I skipped breakfast had a light lunch,
I might fill up more for dinner. But if, for example,
I got a decent breakfast work catered sandwiches that day,
I'm going to have a normal, small sized dinner. My
general goal is to have equal sized meals each time,
but with a busy work life, that is not always possible.

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So some days I didn't have any food until family dinner,
and I'm eating more than usual. My girlfriend asked me
if it was possible that I could eat a bit
more just for them one day a week. He didn't
push or demand, just asked if it was possible. I
told her that I don't want to ruin my minded
relationship with food. I don't understand why the parents are
so offended. I always pack up tupperwear and eat it

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throughout the week because it's delicious food. I don't want
to disrespect her parents, though. Edit Another odd thing I
want to add. They will make comments about my girlfriend,
who's in great shape, that she is putting on weight sometimes,
but also pressure her to fill her plate twice. I
don't get it. Edit. I know you mean well, but
the idea of pretending to eat or getting a small

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plate and going back to get another small plate is
just silly to me. I get that all cultures are different.
I eat all the different food they serve and follow
their religious codes. When I'm in their house. But the
idea of taking someone's autonomy and having to fake like
I'm getting more seconds is just so ridiculous to me. Also,
didn't know so many people would relate to being force
fed and then scolded for being overweight. As a Midwest American,

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I've never experienced this. It sounds so toxic that so
many people can relate to that and the issues that
I've struggled with myself. If my parents behaved in that way,
it would have really messed up my relationship with food
even more. But I guess nothing says showing love to
someone like fattening them up and then scolding them for
the natural weight gained that you caused. Not the jerk.

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My extended family is this way culturally, and it is
considered offensive to them if you reject food or don't
gorge yourself. But culture can't be prioritized over your boundaries
and well being. This is a good compatibility test for
you and your girlfriend. It will be uncomfortable for her,
but I hope she chooses to back you up. Am
I the jerk for leaving my best friend and his
friends stranded in an unfamiliar city? So for background, my

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best friend has gotten into going to these spartan races.
He and a small group of his friends have started
going to local ones, but recently heard about one in
another state they wanted to go to and compete in,
but they didn't have anywhere to stay, so they asked
me if they could borrow my truck and trailer I
have a toe behind camper for the weekend. I said no,
I wasn't comfortable with them taking my truck and trailer,

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but that i'd drive them and the camper to their event.
We made the three hour trip and set everything up
in the area where the race was taking place the
next day. I have a habit of leaving my keys
on a hook next to the door to my bedroom
in my camper. Remember this. Come nightfall, I went to
take a phone call outside and ended up wandering around
the grounds for over an hour. When I got back

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to the camper, the door was locked, and I was
told by my best friend's older friend through the window
that there wasn't enough room for me in my trailer.
So I reached for my keys to unlock the door,
but realized I had left them inside the camper on
the hook in my room, so I called my best
friend from outside, and all I was told was sorry, bro,
nothing I can do. So I ended up sleeping in

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my truck that night, which I had fortunately left unlocked
by accident. Their race began at eight a m. And
at seven they came meandering out of the trailer and
woke me up. No apology, by the way. So while
they were in the I hooked my truck back up
to the trailer, closed and locked everything and waited until
just after they finished and it started walking back to

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the trailer. Think really wide open field. When I saw
them coming, I started the truck and drove off the property,
with them chasing behind. I made the three hour trip
back home, declining call after call. When I finally got home,
I finally took my best friend's call. He started yelling
at me, saying, why would you do this? We have
no way home now. I just said sorry, you shouldn't

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have made me sleep in my truck. After I did
you this favor, he told me that there were better
ways to handle this than by leaving them in an
unfamiliar city with no way home. I think he ended
up calling his dad to come and get them. Is
he right? Was there a better way to handle this,
I felt justified until he said that. I am kind
of doubting my decision. Now, am I the jerk not

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the jerk? Their Spartan warriors right they should run home,
not the jerk. Was there a more adult way to
deal with this? Definitely? Did they deserve to be treated
like adults after the disrespectful and childish stunt they pulled? No,
forget those guys, they got what they deserved. Was there
a more adult way to handle this? I'm legitimately torn

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on this. I'm not convinced there's a way OP could
have handled this which would have taught these jerks a
lesson or been better. All told, anything less than this
would have likely led to these jerks feeling they got
away with their behavior and wouldn't think twice about doing
it again, if not to Ope, then to someone else.
Adults need adult consequences, and I'm not certain anything less
than this would have been a true consequence for them.

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Not the jerk who tells someone they can't sleep in
their own camper, he's not your best friend. I'm just
really confused what these people's thought process was. They really
thought they'd lock you out of your own camper and
you'd smile and drive them all home. Was it harsh? Yes?
Did they deserve it? Also? Yes, they're grown. They can
find their own way home, not the jerk op. I've

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been trying to practice the mental gymnastics it takes to
come to that conclusion as well in my own head,
and I just can't do it. What has two eyes
one nose? And it's really stupid you unless you hit
the subscribe button right now? Do it? Do it? Do it? Oh? Yeah,

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that's totally going to get them to subscribe to the channel,
isn't it. Karen, Silence you fool? Either way, Watch this
video next, the one that just popped up right there.
Watch that. Go watch it now? Do it? Take it?
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