Karen PRANKS Stepmom... GETS TAUGHT A LESSON! - Reddit Stories

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Episode Transcript

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 pulls a cruel prank on her step mom, gets
kicked out. After that, am I the jerk for not
pulling over while transporting a cheetah? And after that, my
son expects me to keep a promise I made over
twenty years ago. Now, for every thumbs up this video

(00:21):
gets one, Karen gets kicked out. Does that mean I
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notifications for news stories from Reddit every single day. Karen
pulls a cruel prank on her step mom gets kicked out.
My ex's wife, Anna is a sweetheart. I don't know

(00:42):
the details, but Anna had a crappy father, which caused
her to fear man. She's better now, but signs of
male anger still freak her out sometimes. Anyways, my ex
and I share a nineteen year old daughter, Jazz. Jazz
and her father were never especially close, but they treat
each other with respect. She only sees her dad for
a week every month, but she likes her dad's family. Anyways,

(01:05):
Jazz was at her dad's for like five hours when
my ex called me to come pick her up. Turns out,
she invited her boyfriend over and they both decided to
prank Anna. It was a cruel prank, knowing her history
with her father, but Jazz and her boyfriend found it hilarious.
Anna was inconsolable, and her kids called their dad because
of how upset she was. I was horrified, but kept

(01:27):
my cool to listen to Jazz's side. But when I
picked her up, she was like, oh MG, it was
just a joke and it was my boyfriend's idea. Besides,
Anne has grown and her dad's been dad, so what's
the big deal. I asked her if she decided to
do the prank, knowing how Anna would react. She argued
with me on this and said, well, it was my

(01:48):
boyfriend's idea. I asked her if he made her do it,
or if he begged her to do it. She said no.
I asked her if she laughed and found it funny.
She said yeah, no, shame so I said, then it's
your fault just as much as it's your boyfriend's fault
if you're that weak that you do something so hurtful.
Just because your boyfriend said so, then clearly I haven't

(02:09):
done my part. She seemed to ignore everything I said,
except for the your weak part. She went, Wow, Mom,
now I know what you really think of me. I
told her to cut it out, but she said, you
called me weak and insulted me and expect me to
listen to you. You might be my mom, but that
doesn't give you the right to insult me. I'm an adult,

(02:29):
for goodness sake. I told her to act like one then,
and stop living off of me if she's such a
big adult. She said fine, and she called her boyfriend
and left. But I feel terrible. I didn't mean it
at all, and now I feel like maybe I shouldn't
have called her weak or told her to stop living
off of me. I should have just told her to
cut it out. But yeah, I know. I can't take

(02:50):
it back. But my husband thinks I didn't do anything wrong.
Neither does my mom, though she does think that I
let her go too easily. I don't know. I'm overwhelmed
and confused, and my daughter isn't talking to me, and
Anna's apparently not doing too well, and I don't know,
not the jerk if she's an adult, she'll be judged
as an adult, especially on her inability to take responsibility

(03:12):
and casual cruelty. You were honest with her, and she
chose to take offense instead of addressing the lack of
empathy that brought all this on. Let her live in
the real world A while I can't imagine a harsher
or more appropriate punishment, act with kindness or get out.
Isn't that much to ask? In my humble opinion, am
I the jerk for not pulling over while transporting a cheetah.

(03:34):
I'm a zoo keeper of eleven years and got the
call yesterday that we had acquired two cheetahs from another
zoo about four hours away. Happens from time to time
zoos decides that particular animals might be better off at
one facility than another. We left in one of our
transport vans around two pm. I took two keepers with me,
Let's call them Seth, who's been around as a swing

(03:55):
keeper for a few years, has a bit of cat experience,
and Megan, fairly new to the industry. Brought her partially
for the experience and partially because she was the only
other one who wanted some extra hours working late. We
arrived at six pm and get to see these two
beautiful cheetahs and Seth helps me get them loaded into
our crates. He does ask shouldn't we wait for them

(04:16):
to go to the bathroom before driving back with them,
which I know is a common practice sometimes, but I said, nah,
it could be hours and the van smells of animals already.
We'll be getting back late enough as it is. So
they agreed and we headed back. It was a bit cramped,
but we made it work. Megan sat up front with
me and Seth said in the back with the cheetah

(04:36):
crates had to keep them in the passenger compartment to
observe them, make sure they were okay. The drive back
went fine until right before the three hour mark. Predictably,
one of the cheetahs relieved itself. Seth said, oh, no,
it went and a few seconds later the smell hit
us up front. Honestly, to me, it just smelled like

(04:57):
healthy cheetah doo, but I was mostly just happy to
know that the cheetah we got was healthy. It sprayed
too intact male cheetah, which did make it worse. When
the smell hit Megan, she started gagging, saying, oh my god,
it's atrocious. I agreed, but kept driving. Less than a
minute later, she said, please, can we pull over. I'm

(05:18):
going to be sick. I said that it'll be hard
to clean this. It's only another hour and a half tops,
but she said, I don't know if I could make
it an hour in this. I really hoped we could
make it back, but when even Seth lost his composure
and started wretching, I knew this wasn't good, and Megan
was practically crying. So I relented and pulled off at
the next exit and pulled up behind a gas station

(05:40):
to clean the crate, but not before Megan threw off.
Seth had to help me transfer the cheetah, and then
we cleaned the crate and Megan's throw off. Then we
got back in, but Megan recoiled and gagged, saying the
van still waked a throw off cheetah doo and spray,
which was true. She asked if we could let it
air out for another hour, but I said no, oh, sorry,

(06:01):
it would barely help and we need to be getting back.
She looked ill and miserable the whole drive back, and
has been a bit standoffige to me since I'm not
her regular direct manager, so it's not really my place
to intervene. Seth did say the next day that's what
I was afraid of, But I think my actions were justified.
Am I the jerk? Not the jerk? I've done animal transports, freezing, wet,

(06:25):
smelling horribly. The animals come first, There is no waiting.
You make it as short and as least stressful as
possible for the animal people can deal with it. Awesome
that you stopped for them when they got sick. I
would have passed them a bucket. All the you're the
jerks are coming from people who have never worked with
non domesticated animals. Info is the intent for megan to

(06:47):
work with big cats at all? If so, I thought
this was something all big cat keepers had to go through.
I know I threw up six times in my first
week working with lions, but they never gave me any
breaks or help enduring it, and said even ACCLA made
if I stuck with it. Finally I did sort of,
but uf it took some time. I'll tell you that.
If not, then you would be the jerk. Don't put

(07:09):
people through that smell. Who don't need to deal with
it as part of their jobs. Not the jerk. You're
zoo keepers. Animals are going to do what animals are
going to do. This sounds like a normal part of
a job that's sometimes stinky. Sounds like Megan and perhaps
Seth should find a different career. My son expects me
to keep a promise I made over twenty years ago.

(07:30):
I have two sons, Jake, who's thirty, and Carlos, who's
also thirty. Carlos is technically my step son, but he's
still my son. I adopted him. I have a ranch.
It's only two hours away from the city, so I
used to go every week with my son Jake when
he was little. During one of the trips to the ranch,
I offhanded lee promised him that one day this ranch

(07:51):
would be his. I met Carlos's dad when Jake and
Carlos were six I married him a year later. Both
Jake and Carlos used to go with me almost every
week to the ranch, depending on if they were busy.
When they were both sixteen, Jake picked up football pretty seriously,
so he couldn't go to the ranch so much anymore.
Carlos continued to go with me until eighteen, when he

(08:12):
went to college and studied engineering in agriculture. Jake got
a degree in finance. After college, Carlos asked me if
he could move to the ranch to work their full time.
Of course, I agreed. That was eight years ago. Since then,
he has made great improvements and I can confidently say
he's the biggest reason as to why the ranch is thriving.

(08:32):
He also now has a wife and a daughter who
lived there full time. On the other hand, Jake didn't
really show any interest towards the ranch. He maybe goes
once every four months. I was having dinner with Jake
the other day. We were reminiscing a dear family friend
who recently passed without a will and how his family
is now looking towards the long process of litigation because
they couldn't agree about how to split his stuff. I said,

(08:56):
good thing that I already decided mine. Jake was surprised
and asked me how I'm going to split my net worth.
I told him that the stuff from his mom was
going to him, and the ranch was to be split
between Carlos and him, and the house will stay with
my husband. Jake then asked me if I remembered the
promise I made to him when he was six. I
said I did. Then he asked me why I'm not

(09:17):
honoring that promise. I was shocked. I asked him if
he was being serious, and he said yes. Then I said,
it's insane that you're expecting me to do that. You're
being ridiculous. He was not happy. We finished dinner quickly
after that, and when I told him goodbye, he said
to me to not contact him for a while because
he had to sort out his feelings about this. That

(09:38):
was a week ago and he hasn't returned any of
my calls. Carlos is also mad at me because Jake
is basically his best friend and hasn't talked to him either.
My husband is staying out of all of this, not
the jerk. Carlos has sweat equity in the ranch. At
this point, you would be justified in leaving the ranch
to Carlos alone. But you are splitting the ranch so

(09:59):
Jake gets half of it. That's fair and it's not
breaking a promise. If Jake wants the entire ranch, he
can buy out Carlos half, which Carlos has earned. O P.
Make sure your attorney has an air tight will with
your wants clear as crystal. Not the jerk. Not the jerk.
Not sure if the people calling you the jerk have kids,

(10:19):
because it's weird for them to be saying you should
be keeping the promise to give a whole ranch to
a six year old. You are obviously being sweet in
the moment, not to mention you didn't have two kids
at the time. You're the jerk. You made a promise
that meant a lot to him, and when for good
reason renagging on it, you called him insane and ridiculous.
An explanation was warranted, not name calling and belittling. You're

(10:42):
not the jerk for how you want to divide your assets,
just the way you handle this conversation personally, you're the jerk.
I have a friend who bought her parents house for
a dollar when she was a kid. Her parents have
it in their will that she gets the house and
her sisters don't have legal entitlement to that property. Currently,
one of her sisters lives in the house, and before

(11:02):
she makes any changes to the property, she has to
ask their parents. And my friend, don't make promises to
kids you don't intend to keep. Kids will always remember
am I the jerk for walking out of my birthday dinner? Edit?
To add in the past, they've recorded it on their
phones and shared it on their personal social media pages
with other family even in other countries. They find it funny.

(11:25):
Still part of the edit. I also would be okay
with singing for someone else. It's the making a whole
spectacle of me that's the problem. I thirty five female,
am an introvert and have severe anxiety. Being the center
of attention is my biggest nightmare. I would be fine
living alone in the woods as a recluse. Because of that,
I hate to go out for my birthday. I'll either

(11:45):
spend it alone or at home with close friends, where
I am more comfortable. I have some friends and family
who always want me to go out for my birthday
with them, and sometimes I go, unfortunately, even though I
literally beg them not to. Every once in a while,
while someone will think it's funny to tell the staff
it's my birthday and to have them do the whole
dessert and seeing Happy Birthday, and I literally go into

(12:07):
a full on panic attack. They think it's hilarious. I've
even had them pull out cameras and record while they laugh.
A week ago, my grandma passed, The family pushed and
wanted to do a birthday dinner, said it would be
good to get out of the house. Some close friends
also went Well, we're finishing up dinner and I hear
the sound that literally filled me with anger and rage.

(12:28):
It was the sounds of the line of waitstaff clapping
as they're all walking towards us with a dessert with candles,
and they start their restaurant's signature loud, obnoxious birthday song.
My brother and his wife start laughing with the wait
staff about five feet away from our table. I got
up and walked out of the restaurant, got in my car,
and went home. My mom says she was mortified and

(12:50):
says I was a major jerk and that it wasn't
only rude to everyone who came to my birthday, but
also to the staff, and that she had to apologize
profusely and leave an extra tip. Am I the jerk?
Not the jerk? I'd tell my kids, it's only funny
if it's funny for everyone be the eternal bud of
their one note joke is too much. It's not funny.

(13:11):
It was never funny. Don't do your birthday with them. Again.
I'm pretty sure that even seeing you this have said
won't change their behavior. Not the jerk. I would absolutely
get up to go to the bathroom as soon as
you get to a restaurant with any of these people
and ask for the manager and tell them that you
do not want the birthday treatment, no matter what anyone says.

(13:33):
Not the jerk. Your family constantly oversteps your very reasonable
boundaries to do what they want to do. I would
refuse to go out with them anytime within six weeks
of your birthday ever. Again, also do what you want
to do. You're an adult and know is a complete sentence.
Not the jerk. But I agree that having a panic
attack when people are singing Happy Birthday to you is

(13:56):
not healthy. Unpopular opinion, but I'm going to say, or
the jerk. I get social anxiety as well. But walking
out is, in my opinion, a disproportionate response. Leaving the
restaurant also drew attention to you, so maybe just sitting
through the song and cake would have been less attention gathering.
Unless someone intentionally harmed you, I don't think walking out

(14:16):
is a fair response. It's a bit childish in my opinion.
Am I the jerk for no longer wanting to put
up with my boyfriend's mom. I thirty female, can't stand
my boyfriend, who's twenty nine, his mom. It started last
October when I found out that I was pregnant. I
told my boyfriend not to tell anyone yet since until
we get the ultra sounds for our baby, but we

(14:38):
agreed to tell his mom as he kept insisting on it.
A few days later, I met with my aunts and
one of them said I shouldn't eat too much because
it would be hard to give birth when I get heavy.
I was shocked because I hadn't told anyone from my
side of the family yet. I was devastated because I
wanted to be the one to tell my family about
my pregnancy when I was ready. I asked my boyfriend

(14:59):
if he f I found it weird that my aunts
already knew about my pregnancy, and he brushed it off
like it was a normal thing by saying, oh, Mom
must have mentioned it to them, don't worry about it.
A few days later, my boyfriend and I got into
an argument about a vacation I booked for us months
prior to finding out. I told him that we should
still go. Since the flights were already booked and we

(15:20):
can't cancel or refund them, we can still go sidseeing
at least before we get anchored down to the house
with a baby. He was strongly opposed to it and
said that it's best we stayed home and that I rest.
Later in the day, my boyfriend's mom calls me to
check in. I told her that everything was fine. There
was a lull, and she mentioned that it would be

(15:41):
best that you stay home and rest until baby is here,
and you shouldn't be wasting money on useless trips. I
immediately wanted to drop the call. I felt suffocated. I
confronted my boyfriend about it when he came home from work.
He told me he didn't know how else to make
me listen about not going on our trip, and he
told his mom that I was being duborn. I told

(16:01):
him that we didn't need anyone else's opinion on how
we live our lives and that he shouldn't be telling
his mom private matters. Then that's where I began to
notice that every little thing I do, his mom would
give me motherly advice. I got so stressed out about
it and then later on I found out that during
the days when my boyfriend was at work, he and
his mom are on the phone for two to three hours,

(16:23):
catching up almost daily. He has Wednesdays off, and his
mom doesn't call him when he's home. I lost the
baby in January of this year, and his mom still
had a lot to say about how we should have
listened to her. So am I the jerk for no
longer wanting to put up with my boyfriend's mom. Not
the jerk. He won't change, She won't change. It's up

(16:44):
to you to change and get out. Run. Don't walk
away from this one before you get pregnant again and
get stuck with this mom for as long as she lives.
You're not in a relationship with him, You're in a
relationship with them. I could go on, but you already
know there's no fixing it. Don't let him try to
say he'll change. His relationship with her will always be

(17:05):
more important because she's programmed him that way since he
was a toddler. Not the jerk and run op. Hello everyone,
thank you for taking the time to listen to my problems.
I want to say two things from reading all your comments. One,
I am in love with the mama's boy and potentially
in a relationship with him and his mom. It's suffocating

(17:25):
to think my boyfriend doesn't have a mind of his
own and has to run to his mom to have
opinions about our future. Thank you for letting me know
that I wasn't the only crazy one here. Two. His
whole family is toxic. His grandma is also very controlling.
He said he didn't want to be like them, and
he wasn't until Ugh. It infuriates me. I'll have a

(17:45):
sit down talk with him to finally establish my set boundaries.
If he can't handle not telling his mom everything, then
we won't work out. Am I the jerk for not
buying nice food for my boyfriend? I Mail thirty four
boyfriend Mail thirty three have been together for a very
long time, and we used to have very cheap rent
and disposable income, and as a result, we used to

(18:08):
go out to eat at restaurants and have nice food regularly.
But in the last four to five years, rent and
bills have increased and the cost of living has meant
that we don't anymore. I still make an effort to
buy nice ingredients and make nice food often suggesting getting
takeout from nice food places near us. But the cost
of living crisis, which hasn't really affected us too much,

(18:29):
has made my boyfriend paranoid that we shouldn't spend much
money on food since it's a waste. I'm a big foodie.
I've been working in hospitality all my life. I love
to cook, love to eat, and it bums me out
when I have to settle for crappy food. I work
a lot, and when I'm at home and he's cooking
maybe one to two times a week, it's one hundred percent,

(18:50):
low effort, cheap cuts of bad quality meat, really fatty
supermarket belly pork, chicken wings, can sardines, processed meat, disc things,
val you range, jarred sauces, cheap vegetables with no seasoned
et cetera. I hate it and tend to reprepare it
into something that I like. But when I cook for
the both of us, which is three to four times

(19:11):
a week, I'll go to the butcher, get fresh vegetables,
fresh herbs, nice spices, spend some time making something tasty
with some sides, et cetera. And he always says how
lovely it is. But when I suggest maybe you can
get some nice ingredients, or maybe you can go out
with me once or twice and we split the bill.
Then he starts on this rant of I actually enjoyed

(19:32):
cheap food, it's quick and simple, blah blah blah, and
didn't noise me because we have money, we work hard
for it, and I have to sell for food that
his student would eat. Today. I have a day off
first and eight days and he said to me, you
buy and cook tea tonight. I've had a hard day.
I suggested going out or getting a takeout, and he

(19:53):
just sent a money emoji. So I went into the
cupboard made him a meal he made for us a
week or two ago. Jarred tomatoes, sauce, can of sardines,
cooked some pasta, boiled some frozen vegetables, and plated it
up and put it in the microwave for when he's
ready to eat. Then I ordered myself a Chinese takeout.
The takeout came and he said, you didn't ask what

(20:13):
I wanted. So I said, you told me you didn't
want takeout. Your dinner is in the microwave, and he
got really sad and upset. I explained I didn't forget
about him. I cooked him a meal he claimed to
really enjoy, then spent my money on something I really enjoy.
He didn't talk to me for the rest of the night.
That was yesterday and he's not mentioned it today. Not

(20:35):
the jerk. You made him food that he felt was
suitable for the both of you. He didn't want takeout.
What more could you do? What's happening isn't that he's
preparing food that he likes. He's sandbagging it, getting the
cheapest crap and preparing it in a half hazard way,
hoping that you'll just take over the cooking. Some people
legitimately believe that if you do a crappy job at
something you don't want to do, you won't be asked

(20:56):
to do it again. Problem solved. Am I the jerk
for threatening to make my in laws homeless? I female,
thirty eight, AM the primary breadwinner for my household. My husband,
who's forty two, is semi retired due to an injury
at work. He's a great husband and has taken over
all of the housework that needs to be done during
the day. We share all the duties when I'm not working. Recently,

(21:20):
his sister, her husband and their two teen kids lost
their home. We have a rental suite in our basement
that we just use as a family area, so we
agreed to let them live there. Because I'm paranoid, I
had them sign a lease. A few days ago, my
husband had an opportunity to do some consulting at his
old work. He loves doing it because it gets him
out of the house and he gets to see his

(21:41):
old coworkers and friends. It was short notice, so we
hadn't arranged babysitting. We asked his sister to watch our
youngest for the day so he could go work, and
she agreed. She then delegated the task to her thirteen
year old son. Then she had her nap. The kid
didn't want to disturb his mom during her nap, so
he banged on my door while I was working to
change a diaper. Fair enough, He's thirteen, so I see

(22:04):
why he wouldn't be comfortable doing it himself. I asked
where his mom was, and he said she was napping.
I woke her up and told her that she had
agreed to watch her niece and to do so. I
waited for my husband to get home and we discussed
his family. We decided together that they needed to start
paying the amount on the lease, leave, or start helping
around the house. We took all the kids over to

(22:26):
my mother in law's house. Then we set them down
and had a talk. We gave them their options. They
said I was a jerk for tricking them into signing
a lease agreement and then not collecting it so I
could evict them. I said that wasn't the only choice.
I said that she was the one who chose to
lay off a responsibility on a kid. I said that
I was basically the one supporting her, and if she

(22:47):
couldn't help, then she had to give me money or leave.
Some further information, Neither her nor her husband have jobs
right now. They're buying groceries with his unemployment benefits. I
set up the lease because of horror stories that I've
heard about people claiming to be tenants. There's absolutely nothing
unreasonable about this. The fact that they are protesting this

(23:07):
arrangement and demanding free lodging is a sign that you
should just ask them to leave right now. Not the jerk.
Not the jerk. You aren't threatening, you're having healthy rules
and boundaries. You're giving them an entirely reasonable choice, pay rent,
contribute another way, or have a different living situation. There's
nothing wrong with that, and good for you for setting

(23:28):
up that lease. That was an extremely smart move. Neighbor
playing music till past four am and gets indignant and
rude after I politely ask her to turn it down.
I believe the text messages speak for themselves, but just
for some extra context, this is a text exchange between
me and my neighbor. We've been friends for ten plus
years and share a thin wall in an apartment. Monday

(23:51):
three oh seven AM me, could you turn your music
down please? The base is coming through the wall. Thanks.
I said thanks, because I thought she had turned it down.
Turns out the song had just ended and she kept
playing music till past four am. But at that point
I passed out. These are the texts I woke up
to Monday, five fifty five am her, Oh, please get

(24:14):
over yourself. My one day off mean gesture emoji. Six
fifty five am me, not my day off, get over yourself.
I was super polite at three am two, which nobody
else would have been at that point time up in
rage fueled, so I put my speaker, smallest speaker I
have by the way next to her wall and turn

(24:36):
on the basiest music I have while doing my morning work.
Seven forty five am. Her Keith, for the love of God,
you are so selfish and it truly is insane. I
have not had an opportunity to listen to music or
be out in months, and the one time all you
can think about is yourself. It amazes me how truly

(24:56):
selfish and self aware that you are. Sometimes I'm like,
is he even my friend? Or is he just some
jerk who lives next to me? You literally only care
about yourself. Me. Anytime you ask me to do some
basic neighbor stuff, I do it. I ask you to
do even more basic neighbor stuff and you tell me
to go forget myself. Her and now you are aggressively

(25:19):
playing music because you can only think about yourself. Right.
For years, I never said anything because I was like,
one day it will be my turn. And now look
at you. Disgusting, You're pathetic. You only see yourself. It's
amazing me. You only care about yourself. It's unacceptable socially
and legally to play music after two am. That's when

(25:42):
bars have to close. Here. Don't ask me for crap again.
Her I've been working eighty hour weeks and I got
one night to enjoy myself. I cannot believe all you
can think about is you. It amazes me me. Then
get some headphones. I'd like to play music every morning,
but I don't because I think of you and our
other neighbors. I hope you're wasted, because any sober, reasonable

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person will see how in the wrong you are her.
I'll lift without you. You break my heart. It's like
you don't even see me after twelve years. It's just
you that matters me. Sweet, Just please have common courtesy
and keep the music down after twelve am Sunday through Thursday.
That's literally all that I'm asking her again and again,

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and I wonder why I even try with you. Me,
my sleep matters more to me than you. Being a
self absorbed jerk her, you can buzz off, dude, me blocked.
I'd call the police past midnight. It has to be
against some noise ordinance. After calling the police, I would
inform the landlord, assuming you both rent from the same person,

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of the action you had to take. Don't let the
behavior go. It only gets worse. Am I the jerk
for letting my stepkids call me Dad, even though it
upsets my wife. I married my wife last year after
four years of dating, and we mixed our families, her
two sons, Dylan and Tyler, who are sixteen and eleven now,
and my daughter Sam who's eighteen now. Our kids accommodated

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to the idea of living together pretty well. Dylan and
Ty's father and my wife got divorced when Tyler was born,
and they agreed he would only have visitation. Rites Around
two or three years ago, Tyler called me Dad while
we were having dinner, and that night, my wife asked
me to correct her kids when they call me Dad,
out of respect for their actual father. I found it weird,

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but I agreed to because in the end, they are
her kids, although I never ended up doing it. This week,
Dylan had a football match and Tyler a piano lesson
which my wife usually picks them up. After this time,
both she and I didn't have to work, so I
suggested picking them up together. Dylan practically jumped to our
car and then we all went to pick up Tyler,

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and since I was there, I decided to meet his
piano teacher too. When she met my wife, Dylan and
me me, she greeted us and asked me if I
was the kid's dad. I sincerely forgot about that promise
I made years ago and said I indeed was their father.
My wife almost instantly corrected me with stepfather, and then
Dylan said out loud, mom. The return home was awkward,

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and when we arrived she called me out for breaking
the promise we had by saying I'm the kid's dad
to make it worse. This morning, I noticed the kids
are acting distant towards their mother, and they deliberately are
calling me dad whenever she's around. I feel guilty because
it's the first time there has been such tension between them,
and it's my fault. Am I the jerk for calling
them my kids? Your wife is working towards an estranged

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relationship with her boys. We can parent as much as
we want, but we will never control our kids' feelings.
She has assigned herself way too much power and her
kids too little autonomy. We aren't talking about six year olds.
You didn't do anything other than step up to the
plate that another man abandoned. Not the jerk. The whole
goal of stepparents is to have this kind of relationship.

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How can Op's wife be so mad about something so
many people would dream of having because she's still dreaming
of reconciling with the biological father. That was my first thought.
Then I read the comments and apparently the biological father
misses visitation but still sees Op's wife regularly, which implies
they're having an affair behind Op's back. I just hope

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Op isn't putting money into Dylan's college fund. Why why this?
In particular, if Dylan considers Op to be his dad
and OP feels much the same, would it be so
bad The kid's done nothing wrong and his education isn't
for his mother's benefit. I created a college fund for
my ex's kid, who I love very much. A bad

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feeling between the parents shouldn't affect the kid, not the jerk.
She's upset because you are a father to her kids
and love them, and they love you back. I could
understand their dad being upset, but not her, and honestly,
not even him. He has visitation you live with that Opie.
He doesn't even visit them, so I actually would get

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mad if he protested, not the jerk. I would understand
if he was still in the picture, but I don't
understand why your wife would want them to call you
step dad out of respect for an absent father. Respect
is earned. He's done nothing to earn it and nothing
to earn the title of dad. On the other hand,
clearly you have eta. Okay. I see a lot of
people responding to my comment talking about the wife having

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an affair with the ex husband. I didn't see his
comments about the ex husband still meeting with his wife
regularly before I commented this. However, I still stand by
my statement. He might still be actively present in the
wife's life, but he is certainly not around enough in
the kids' lives to earn the title of dad. Not
the jerk. If the kids think of you as dad,
then your dad. Dad is not limited to biological father.

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Why can't the kids have two dads? Also, it should
be seen as the highest of compliments. Opie's wife should
be grateful that her sons see and feel that way
about their stuff father. It definitely isn't always the case.
Your wife is the weird one, dude. It's almost as
if she only wanted you to be there for the
financial support, not to be a father to her kids.

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Her kids like you. The fact that they got upset
on your behalf is proof of that. That's why they're
deliberately going out of their way to call you dad.
She hurt their feelings. She may not see you as
her kid's dad, but they sure as heck see you
as their dad, Opie. That's the reason I never could
tell them to stop calling me dad, even when I
still wasn't as attached to them as I am now.

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Their tone was always affectionate and innocent, and nowadays it
even makes me happy that they consider me their dad.
Being a stepdad was one of the best things I've
had happened to me. Neither kid ever called me dad,
and I was okay with that. If they did, I
would have been okay with that. Also, the youngest is
now thirty and still calls me dude, close enough for me.

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I'm wondering if your wife is afraid of what her
ex would do or say when her kids start calling
you dad. Question. Is the bio logical father's family present
in the boys lives? If they are, they can cause
problems with your wife, Opie. My wife and her ex
are friends, but his family aren't present on Dylan and
Tyler's lives. In fact, Dude, isn't either, to be honest,

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that honestly blows my mind. I'd have a really hard
time being friends with the guy who abandoned our kids.
I don't know what is up with your wife, but
obviously the boys love you, so you're doing something right, Opie.
From what she told me, they broke up because they
weren't attracted to each other anymore and preferred to go
back to being friends. Well, now I wonder if she's
just hung up on the guy and is upset that

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her kids have written him off. What hang on? She's
friendly towards a guy who doesn't give a hoot about
his own and her kids like she can actually have
a friendship going with him. Despite this, I predict in
a couple of years her going back to him and
leaving you with the kids. Seriously, and you'll be the
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