Karen Tries to SCAM ME FOR CHILD SUPPORT... GETS TAUGHT A LESSON! - Reddit Stories

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister hdder here, welcome back to another episode
of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story will be reading today.
We're identical twins, so you have to financially support my kid.
After that, my wife rejected my son's very thoughtful birthday gift,
so I canceled her party. And after that, am I
the jerk for wanting my wife to make my dinner? Now,

(00:21):
for every thumbs up, this video gits one. Karen does
not get to scam anyone for child support. That's what
you think, Reddit boy, You'll be hearing from my lawyer shortly,
so please smash that like button and subscribe and turn
on notifications for new stories from Reddit every single day.
We're identical twins, so you have to financially support my kid. Okay,

(00:43):
so this isn't my story. This is my best friend Tommy.
All names have been changed. Tommy and I became best
friends in middle school. We bonded over the fact that
we're both identical twins who have a horrible twin sibling.
Tommy's brother Jack is a deadbeat who thinks everything should
be handed to him. He also is a huge player
and has a new girlfriend every few months. This eventually

(01:05):
came back to get him when he got one of
them pregnant. Now Jack has no job and he lives
with his parents, who completely support him, but when they
found out that he had got his girlfriend pregnant, they
made it clear that he had to get a job
if he wanted to stay there. His girlfriend, Abby, also
has no job and has the same attitude as Jack.
Neither of them wants to work, and they both believe

(01:27):
everyone else should be supporting them. Tommy has a good
job and he makes good money, which absolutely upsets Jack.
When they found out Abby was pregnant, they asked Tommy
for a substantial amount of money. Tommy refused, which caused
Jack to get mad again. This caused them to come
up with an insane plan to get money out of Tommy.

(01:47):
One day, they confronted Tommy and told him that if
he didn't give them the money, they'd just say that
he was the father and go after him for child support.
They read his story online where a woman actually did
end up getting child support from two identical twins because
they couldn't figure out who was the father from what
Tommy told me. They had pretty smug looks on their
faces when they told him here's a sum of how

(02:09):
the conversation went. Now, I'm assuming this from what Tommy
told me, so it definitely won't be word for word,
but it pretty much went like this. They were at
a party for one of Tommy and Jack's relatives when
Jack and Abby came up to Tommy and said, Jack, sir,
have you changed your mind about giving us the money? Tommy, No, Jack,

(02:29):
We figured you'd say that, so we have another plan. Tommy,
What plan? Jack, Well, since.

Speaker 2 (02:36):
You won't give us the money, we thought of another adel.
What are you talking about, Jack, I'll be read online
about how a woman was able to get child support
from two identical twin brothers. Because DNA was they can't
tell who the father was. So we're going to tell
people you're the father, and since your DNA is the
same as mine, any tust will come out positive.

Speaker 1 (02:58):
Tommy was a little shocked when they first this, not
because he was worried, but because he'd realized his brother
was even dumber than he thought he was. Tommy, I
know you smoke a lot and who knows what else
you do, but you seriously can't be this dumb. Jack.
I'm not dumb. I'm a genius. It worked before. Look
it up, Tommy. Yeah, but you're forgetting a very important

(03:21):
factor in all of this. What's thought The whole having
cancer is a teenager thing, the countless rounds of chemo,
the multiple surgeries.

Speaker 2 (03:30):
Nice try, but people can still have kids. Look it up.

Speaker 1 (03:35):
This caused Tommy to start laughing, Jack, why are you laughing, Tommy?
Because you idiot? I had testicular cancer and had to
have both of them removed. I have literally been sterile
for over thirteen years. Well they don't know about that, Tommy,
My medical history does. All I have to do is
show them and the case will easily be thrown out.

(03:57):
This made Jack an Abbey mad, and they started he
littling Tommy, calling him every name in the book. For
those worried about the baby, they eventually ended up putting
the baby up for adoption. So yeah, As a few
pointed out, the girlfriend's name changes in the middle, that's
because I messed up and put the real name, so
I had to fix it. My bad. My wife rejected

(04:18):
my son's very thoughtful birthday gift, so I canceled her party.
I mail thirty six, remarried. After my late wife passed,
I have a son who's fifteen. My current wife and
I have been together for two years. She generally has
a good relationship with my son, although they tend to
have some disagreements from time to time. My son has
background in arts that involves wood. He used to help

(04:40):
his grandfather with his woodworking and learned how to make
handmade wooden items and uses them as gifts. I planned
a dinner party for my wife's birthday at a prestigious restaurant.
The day before the party, she was cleaning my son's
room and saw what he got her for her birthday,
and that was a wooden tree with mine, hers, and
his name on it, and told him while she thought

(05:01):
it was a sweet gift, she asked that he not
bring it to the restaurant and give it to her there.
Why no idea. When my son told me this, I
just had to call her out on it. She flat
out said that she thought the gift looked ridiculous and
she didn't want it to be seen in that prestigious
restaurant or in front of her guests. I lost it
on her, and I told her that she should be

(05:22):
ashamed of herself for saying this. When my son was
being sincere and thoughtful. She swore she wasn't ashamed nor
embarrassed by his work, and even said she'll take the gift,
but she simply didn't want it to be seen there.
I told her not to worry about it, since I
decided to cancel the whole thing. She went off on me,
calling me unreasonable for outright canceling her birthday over such

(05:44):
a trivial thing. I refused to keep arguing, but she
threw a fit about how I ruined her birthday and
made her lose respect for me and my promises. My
son kept the gift since she left the house two
days ago, and her mom has been chewing me out
from my decision and calling me for treating your daughter
like this. It could be that it was not a
big deal and I overreacted, but my son was feeling

(06:06):
hurt by her request. Holy cow, not the jerk at all.
Your wife doesn't sound like a very kind person at all,
but incredibly shallow and cruel. This calls for ay what
the heck is wrong with her? If I had a
step kid for two years and this was the gift
I got, I would be bawling. It would be the
best present I ever got. You want me to be

(06:27):
a part of your family tree after you lost your mom.
The only way that gifting me that present would ruin
my birthday dinner is because I'd cry the makeup off
of my face into the Filet mignon. Not the jerk.
Thank you for having your sons back in all of this.
That means more than you know. Cancel the whole marriage.
Am I the jerk for wanting my wife to make

(06:48):
my dinner?

Speaker 2 (06:49):
Me?

Speaker 1 (06:49):
Male twenty five and my wife of over a year,
female twenty six. We've been together for over four years.
We've always had a good relationship with each other. It
is felt very love filled. We recently got into an apartment,
one bedroom, about seven hundred square feet, so it's not huge.
Once this happened, I feel like things may have shifted.
I work very long hours throughout the week, with sometimes

(07:12):
only one or maybe zero days off in the week,
average of seventy five to eighty hours a week. I
bring home a majority of the money. My paychecks cover
almost eighty percent of our whole income. Not that it
affects how I think of her and our relationship. She's
able to provide things like fun groceries, snacks and sweets,
and when we go out, she can pay for things

(07:33):
like the tip or drinks, and I really appreciate that
and I tell her thank you when she can swing it.
She also does most of the chores in the small apartment.
Other than that, I'm the person paying for our life groceries, toiletrees, outings, clothes, makeup,
and not to mention rent and all other real bills.
She works in a very different field and works three

(07:54):
sometimes if her job requires four days a week. She's
working towards her career and I'm proud of her on this.
Most days she'll work an average of six maybe seven
hours on her work days. This is where the problem
is started. A lot of my work nights are late
twelve or one am. When I get home, I'll pack snacks,
but I never get to eat, so a lot of

(08:15):
days I come home hungry for an actual meal. Recently
those nights have been more frequent, and I just don't
want to have to cook something for myself after a
thirteen hour day, after doing the same all week, I
just want to be able to eat with the minimal
amount of work when I get home. The other night,
I came home around one thirty am and found my
wife passed out on the couch with an empty personal

(08:36):
pizza from Little Caesar's. I got excited, thinking that I
had a cold one in the fridge waiting for me. Wrong.
Annoyed but not upset, I microwave some chef boy r
D scarf it down and call it a night. The
next day, I have the same kind of night. Around
one thirty I get home there she is passed out
now with a bowl of macaroni and whenies one of

(08:57):
my favorites, and again nothing in the fridge for me.
Not understanding why she couldn't just make enough for the
both of us and put my bowl in the fridge.
I woke her up to ask. She gets a little
snappy if someone wakes her up, but this time she
was really angry, saying that she is not my maid
and I'm being lazy trying to make her cook for me.

(09:18):
I tell her, I'm just hungry after a long day,
and it upsets me to see that she cooked for
herself and didn't think about me at all. I said
she was being inconsiderate, and that really set her off, saying,
if I want a slave, then she's not it. I
told her I don't want a slave, I want someone
who seems to care about me. She looked at me
with a shocked face and stormed out. Her mother texted

(09:39):
saying that she showed up at their house bawling and
how I should be more considerate of her feelings. I
haven't even responded because I just feel hurt and not
cared for. I just wanted dinner. Am I the jerk
at it? I really should have mentioned this is the
conversation we have had before, and I feel ignored since
she barely acknowledges when I've brought it up. These the

(10:00):
last two times are after multiple conversations. Also definitely didn't
want to seem like she shouldn't be sleeping at one
passed out is just terminology I use. If I'm dead
asleep at four am, I'm passed out. I appreciate the
other thing she does for me, like cleaning, but the
other eight hours of free time in her day I
wanted to be thought of since I would do the
same for her. No questions asked. You're the jerk saying

(10:24):
she doesn't care about you when she does all kinds
of other things for you. Youors dates etc. Is very belittling.
I'd be upset with you too. I feel like you
could have asked way nicer. I also think you should
maybe consider meal planning for yourself. If one am is
not a good time for you to cook, you're the jerk.
You can absolutely ask her to cook for you, but

(10:45):
interrupting a necessary physical activity like sleep, just to ask
her why she didn't cook, and then accuse her of
being inconsiderate and not loving you, you pick the completely
wrong way to handle this conversation, OPI, learn to take
a no. Your wife isn't requies to take on making
your dinner in addition to everything else she's already doing.
You say you appreciate all the things your wife already does,

(11:07):
but she is clearly not feeling appreciated if she feels
like your slave. My vote stands you're the jerk. Just
because you work past midnight doesn't mean you get to
throw a fit when you come home and don't see food.
You shouldn't wake someone up in the middle of the
night just to ask why was your meal not prepared,
especially when there was no prior discussion on this. There's

(11:27):
nothing wrong with wanting your partner to prepare some dinner
you can eat after you return from work at one
thirty am. Just discuss it with her like adults beforehand.
Waking her up in the middle of the night and
throwing a tantrum is not the way to go. Not
the jerk. I hope lots of younger guys see this
story and realize that marriage is a complete joke these days.

(11:47):
It used to mean finding a partner to have a
family with who you protect and support financially, and in
return you actually got something out of it, like a
loving wife who enjoyed spending thirty minutes a night making
a meal for the family as a display of her love.
These days, getting married just means you now have no
choice other than to shut up and bowed down into
her every spoiled and entitled whim, or risk getting divorced

(12:10):
and lose half your stuff that you worked hard for
while she just benefited from. Happened to me, my brother,
and most of our friends marriage in twenty twenty three,
not even ones. You're the jerk. She's right, she's not
your maid. You seriously mean to tell me you're working
eighty hours a week and can't even afford to stop
and pick up some McDonald's on the way home like

(12:32):
a big boy. I swear if my husband tried to
toddler tantrum crap like this with me, he'd be single
in a heartbeat. And he knows it. A real man
would get home and cook his own food, then cook
extra for her in case she's hungry. Don't be surprised
when she leaves you for a real man who's not
afraid to cook his own meal every now and then.

(12:52):
I can't help but wonder if the roles were reversed,
if people would still be whoa, whoa, Ooh, you can't
say that, Karen. That really ticks off the reddit. People
leave the flof or wet all right, enjoy your rotten wood.
Back in the early two thousands, my mother, forty female,
worked as a cleaner for a couple places and took
me thirteen male, with her to help. One place we

(13:12):
worked for was the only real estate place in town.
We cleaned up before the people who worked there got in.
When I started there, it was small and somewhat dirty,
old smelly cubicle partitions and faded brown off color walls
in grain dirt in the linoleum. We cleaned and I
literally couldn't tell the difference after we were done, except
the mirror in the washroom not having any spots on

(13:33):
it and the floor being wet from the fresh mopping.
Then the town started becoming a cottage town, and it
decided that they will move to a nicer place. Cottagers
might find the griminess a little off putting. New place
had a bit more space, brand new blue cubicle partitions,
newly painted walls that still smell the first day I
cleaned in there, and a cheap hardwood panel floor. That

(13:55):
floor was a bit of a problem. See before, when
we mopped, we would just leave the water to dry
on the linoleum. We could do that because we got
there at about six thirty and they opened at seven thirty.
The place was small enough that it was mopped by
around seven before we left and would mostly be dry
by the time people started arriving. If we did the
same thing for this cheap wood floor, my mother was

(14:17):
worried we would have water seep into the cracks between
the wood panels and rot them. So a new method
for mopping was devised. First, I dunked the mop, then
ring the mop lightly, mop up, ring the mop again,
but fully this time, and then mop up as much
of the excess water as possible. This new method actually
visibly got a lot more water off the floor. By

(14:39):
the time we left, some of the earlier mopped areas
would look mostly dry. Good solution, mom. Couple weeks into
the new place, my mother gets contacted by the manager
and a new order comes in that we are not
to dry the floor. I asked if she explained why
we dried it. She had. I found this order a
bit baffling at the time, and it only occurred to
me today the reason and why he ordered this. The

(15:02):
manager got in earlier than everyone else, at about seven fifteen,
so I actually saw him a few rare times when
we ran late. The old floor would have still been
visibly wet in the old place when he got in.
The new floor was now dry. When he got in.
He thought we were skipping mopping in order to leave early,
even though I didn't understand at the time that he
thought we weren't doing our job. I of course found

(15:24):
this new order stupid. I thought he wants the floors
wet when he gets in fine que malicious compliance. You see,
I did the mopping while my mom cleaned the washroom
because I was a young strapping lad and she was
my mom, so I did what she said. I now
had a standing order from the boss to leave a
wet floor, and I was going to do so from

(15:46):
that day forth. Not only did I not dry the floor,
I now didn't even ring the mop after dunking it.
I dipped it in the water and just let water
slop off the mop as I pulled it directly out
of the bucket. There was no way this was going
to dry before he got in, probably not for an
hour after he got in either. Two weeks after I
started doing this, lo and behold, the wood paneling is

(16:07):
already starting to separate at the seams. Dirt is accumulating
between tiles. It proves impossible to remove. I was a
bit shocked at the time at how fast that had happened.
Four weeks into the new mopping routine. The floor was rotting.
Was my mother's psychic or what it was? Apparently very
cheap fiberboard with the paper thin plastic wood grain pattern

(16:28):
on it. I would have guessed a laminate wood grain
on top of semi waterproof fiberboard if you had asked
me four weeks ago. The floor now has visible divits
and lines where the plastic papers sink into the deteriorating
wood underneath. These trap dirt in them as well. How classy.
The floor, not even two months after they had moved
into the new place, was even worse than the old

(16:50):
beat up linoleum one. At this point I asked my
mother if we should start drying the floor, and wouldn't
you know it? She had already asked. The answer was no,
leave it. We baffling, we cleaned there for another month
or so. I barely felt safe walking on the floor,
as it was now a tripping hazard with warped parts
popping off. It was also disintegrating. Splinters of wood would

(17:12):
pop off every time I swept. The floor now had
the dubious distinction of being the worst floor I had
seen in a place that wasn't dilapidated. Am I the
jerk for giving my mom the wrong start time for
my birthday lunch so she'd be on time. I'm twenty
two female. My mom, who's in her mid forties, is
one of those people who's always late to everything. I'm

(17:33):
talking family get togethers, birthdays, graduations, weddings, you name it
she's showing up late. At first, growing up, I just
thought it was because she's bad with time, But as
I've gotten older, I genuinely believe she likes making an entrance.
I personally find it one rude and two embarrassing because
it's not like it happens once in a while. It

(17:53):
literally happens at every single function she's invited to that
has a set time. Many family members have complained about this,
nothing ever changes. It's gotten to the point that whenever
my grandma has family lunches or dinners, she'll tell my
mom it starts an hour earlier than it actually does,
so she'll be there on time. My mom doesn't know
that my grandma does this. It's a joke between Grandma

(18:14):
and I. This past weekend was my twenty second birthday.
My grandma wanted to do lunch for me at her
place with our immediate family. The lunch was to start
at two pm, but we told my mom one pm.
I had plans later that evening to go out for
dinner with my boyfriend, so I wanted to leave my
grandma's house at a round five, the absolute latest, because
I needed to go home and get ready well of course,

(18:37):
my mom was late. We called her at like two
thirty PM to see where she was, because you know,
it's her daughter's birthday. She had just left her house
at two thirty and still had to pick up her
boyfriend on her way to my grandma's thirty to thirty
five minutes away, so none of us were expecting her
to arrive until like three thirty PM. She finally arrives
two and a half hours late from the time we

(18:58):
told her. We questioned my aunt and she said she
felt bad lying to my mom. Everyone is pretty annoyed,
but we all move on. Fast forward. An hour later,
four thirty PM, I have to start leaving. My mom
starts getting all annoyed with me that I'm leaving so
soon and that she barely got to see me for
my birthday. I told her that my life doesn't revolve

(19:18):
around her and that she should have been there sooner.
She started giving me attitude and listing all these excuses
as to why she's late. I couldn't be bothered to
hear them, so I left. Later that night, she messaged
me saying I was acting like a jerk towards her
and it was rude of me to lie to her
about the time the lunch started. My mom and my
aunt think I'm the jerk for lying to her. My

(19:39):
grandma doesn't think it's a big deal, and they're overreacting.
I came here for some outside opinions, not the jerk.
But stop lying to her, Stop accommodating her. Don't hold
up any events or dinners or lunches or anything for her.
If she arrives to a meal or function and it's
over and the food is either gone or put away,
then it's oh, well, should have been here on time.

(20:01):
I would never hold up one more thing for her.
She's rude and has no respect for other people's time.
Am I the jerk for ignoring my aunt and uncle
when they came to my house as guests? I, twenty
eight female, live alone away from all of my family members,
working a job that's been my dream job since I
was little. I have a pretty static lifestyle that includes

(20:21):
my work, sports cars, my house, and night life. My aunt,
my mom's sister who's fifty female, and her husband, essentially
my uncle, fifty four male, sent their only son off
to college somewhere near the city where I live in.
They wanted to go see their son and asked me
if they could stay over a couple of days and
see me as well on their way. My mom also

(20:42):
insisted I say yes, so I did. They stayed with
me for a week on their way to their son's
city and nine days on the way back. While they
were with me, I got up around five thirty in
the morning, did my work at routine, and left home
at seven. I came back around eleven, like I always do.
My aunt said I could have managed everything much better
and that there was nothing in the fridge when they

(21:03):
came to my house. I told them they could order
anything they wanted on my account, and there was only
fruit and water because that's all I need when I'm home.
She also complained that I spent some nights away, which
could be avoided, but I'm just used to my routine.
My aunt also said I could at least spend one
meal with them, which I did on the weekend, but
other than that, I've got work. After I explained everything,

(21:26):
my aunt said I was being a rude host and
that she wanted to see her niece in a much
better condition. She even got teary eyed. For goodness sake,
I said, I can of course strive to be better,
but this is how my life is, and she came
here knowing this. She hasn't spoken to me at all
since she went back, other than a text saying thank you.
My mom says I need to get my life together
and apologize to my aunt. Was I the jerk at it?

(21:49):
They were initially supposed to stay for two days each time,
and they asked to extend the visit every night. There's
a lot to see in the area I live in,
and I have plenty of extra space, so I honestly
didn't mind them staying as long as it didn't disturb
my routine.

Speaker 2 (22:04):
Not the jerk.

Speaker 1 (22:05):
They didn't just come for the weekend. They were there
for over two weeks total. It's unreasonable to ask you
to put your life on hold for the duration of
their visits. Furthermore, they and your mother sort of invited themselves.
They should be happy for a free place to stay
and eating on your dime for a couple of weeks
and leave it at that slight. You're the jerk you

(22:25):
agreed to host, then you should host either that or
let them know it's just a place to crash on
their way to and from sun. But as it stands,
you knew they wanted to visit you when you agreed
with this, So making a little bit of time for
them to share some meals, spend an evening at the
very least have some food in your house would have
been nice. Stop complaining about your neighbors. Okay, sure. I

(22:48):
had moved in an apartment with a roommate last summer.
When we first came in, the biggest part of the
sale was the fact that the apartment was freshly renovated
and sound proof. This one is important and you'll see why.
So when we got in, my roommate immediately fell in
love with it and I was too. When we moved in,
we were very careful not to bother anyone as we

(23:08):
wanted to quickly have a good relationship with our neighbors.
Oh did you see the new neighbors. They only moved
during the day. They don't make sound during the night.
What nice people. Kind of deal, and we can safely
say it worked. What we did not know, however, is
that we were only three renters when we first came in.
Us on the floor, another family upstairs on the opposite side,

(23:30):
and another one on the third floor with the empty
apartment between us. Turns out the sound proof statement was accurate,
but only in regards to the inside to outside situation.
When our upstairs neighbors moved, it was a nightmare sound
from five a m. To past midnight. Five days in
a row, dropping stuff, speaking loudly, yelling, or walking in

(23:51):
their apartment with shoes on. Out of frustration. On the
fifth day, I walk upstairs and meet my neighbor at midnight.
I asked them to cease their activity for the night.
I have work in the morning and I cannot be
kept up all night. I understand they were freshly moved
in and they might have had a tight schedule, but
midnight was too late to be moving stuff. He didn't

(24:11):
reply and close the door on me. I go downstairs
and the sound starts over again. I notify my landlord
and he tells me he'll handle it and apologizes for
the situation, explaining to me my neighbor was just moving
and that he probably didn't understand what I was saying
because of a language barrier. The neighbors were extremely loud.
I know a lot of Karen's will use that as

(24:32):
an excuse to talk about their neighbors, but when I
say loud, I mean it. There was no stop to
their loud noises. It seemed like they couldn't be bothered
to hold something without dropping it, or jumping up and
down on the floor, or purposely banging things against the wall.
I recorded the event and even install microphones and my
home jack to my computer, activating and recording every time

(24:54):
there is strong vibration to the house. Over ninety eight events.
On Monday, February fourteenth, I was livid. I send that
to the landlord and explain this cannot continue. First, the
apartment was poorly sound proofed, which meant we were hearing
every sound at all times. Second, we had notified the
neighbors about this situation and they have ignored it. I

(25:15):
have notified the landlord to awaken them to our situation.
I report the issues several times and even advise my
landlord that they were very heavy thuds coming from upstairs,
which worried me. He answered with, stop complaining about your
neighbors already, I have other things to do. I have answered, understood, sir.
Please be advised, this will be my last communication and

(25:36):
action to help you in that regard. You know, when
I said I heard loud bangs. Turns out our upstairs
neighbor was doing bench press lifting in his living room
and the heavy thuds I kept hearing was him dropping
his weights on the ground. I had warned my roommate
about removing anything she didn't want broken from the living
room and lo and behold. Four days later, the first

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crack appeared, then another. The floor was giving up. I
moved the couch out of the way and moved the
TV and consoles into the bedroom. Fast forward to three
days ago. After another series of loud bangs, I hear
a loud crack followed by an oh no, followed by
very loud noises. I went to the living room to

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see my neighbor on the ground with several injuries due
to the fact that he just went through the floor
and brought his bench and weight rack with him. I
called an ambulance and the police. The police asked me
if I reported the issue with my landlord, which I
could confirm due to my communications being made via email.
I sent everything and I am now, of course, filing

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to break my lease due to uninhabitable dwelling. The landlord
came in yesterday and just proceeded to explode told me
I should have made him aware that my neighbor was
doing dangerous things, to which I answered I had notified
him about the very loud sounds and he never investigated,
and that he also ordered me to stop complaining about
my neighbors. It was not my responsibility to go out

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of my way to protect his assets if he is
unwilling to cooperate with me. My neighbor's roommate and I
are now residing in a hotel until we can find
a new place to live. We are now also looking
towards adding a bit more as salt to the injury.
I maybe filing for criminal negligence against both our landlord
and the neighbor, the first because the apartment was apparently

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having some flaws, and the latter for endangering us. Had
I not caught up on what caused the sound earlier,
me or God forbid, my roommate could have been under that. Anyway,
it was a fun week, and I do enjoy the
accommodations of the hotel. Never went to a four star
SPA included hotel before. Turns out that chocolate on the
pillow is a lie, and I am very disappointed about that.

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Edit as I have advised to a few commentators. I
followed up with my roommate and she did not take
pictures of the event. She got a bit mad, I asked,
considering what just happened, and questioned my priorities. I then
explained that our Reddit story got a lot of attention
and some people in the comments requested some visual proof.
I will spare you her answer. I will just add

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that it's okay not to believe this story based on
my word alone. If people actually didn't question it, I
would be worried. When I posted this story. My only
intent was to share my experience, and I thought, huh,
malicious compliance need. If there was a horrible landlord, bad
neighbor read it, I would have found prior to submitting
this story probably would have went there instead. I will

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also add that I'm not an expert or an engineer
how and why something like weights and the like would
cause part of the Florida collapse? And I cannot say
was there a structural damage prior? Was there water damage
that was never addressed, just covered up? Was the structure
just not as sound as I believed it was when
I got in. I can't say I understand some of
you might have worked in construction and never have experienced

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such an event, or have actual reasons to suspect a
lie due to personal and professional experience. Once again, you
can and should question anything on the internet. I just
hope you also apply that kind of skepticism, and I
mean wanting proof or the opinion of an actual expert
prior to making a decision to more than just Reddit posts.
For those who made us laugh and those who have
spoken to us, who have been encouraging and constructive, people

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who actually gave us advice, I thank you very much.
It was very nice of everyone, and I wish you
the best. Am I the jerk for laughing at the
absurdity of my wife taking pictures of herself cleaning. I
thirty six, male work full time, and my wife, who's
twenty seven, stays at home. We'd been married for five years.
I have a good job, so I'm happy to support her.

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We do not have kids. My wife is something of
a slav. I know this isn't the nicest thing to
say about your partner, but she would happily step over
a pile of clothes in our living room for a
month before actually folding them. During the daytime. She doesn't
really cook, clean, or do any housework at all. She
loves browsing the Internet and watching Netflix, but beyond her interests,

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she can rarely gather up the energy to do much
at all. To be honest, before marriage, when I lived alone,
my house was much cleaner than it is now. The
bizarre our thing about this situation is that she's incredibly
sensitive about the fact that she doesn't really do much
all day and denies it whenever it's brought up. I
do my own laundry, prepare my own lunches, and oftentimes

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cook dinner. She might do the dishes in the evening,
or she'll leave them for the next day. A few
days ago, I got really tired of it because a
pile of her stuff that I didn't know where to
put away had been sitting in our living room for
over a week. I told her that she really needs
to get it together and learn how to clean even
a little every day. She fired back that she's not
a maid, to which I responded it was clear because

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if she went to someone's house, laid on their sofa
and watched Netflix for six hours, she would have been
fired on our first day. The next day, After I
get home from work, my wife and I were still
kind of going at it. She suddenly approached me and
showed me pictures she took of herself cleaning during the day, repeating,
see this is what I do during the day. I
couldn't help myself and began laughing at how ridiculous it was.

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Then said having a fake photo shoot like an inca
gramar didn't mean she was doing a good job around
the house. She says, I cross the line. Now she's
sulking in her room. I feel like she's trying to
emotionally manipulate me. But I could have pushed it too far.
Not that jerk, but this sounds like me before I
was on ADHD meds and antidepressants. That's exactly what I

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was thinking. When your brain doesn't brain the same way
as other people, you can actually come across as lazy
and messy when you're really just struggling. Yeah. The problem
here is how does Op approach this topic with his
wife without her taking it as him saying there must
be something medically wrong with you to act this way,
which I don't think would go over particularly well if

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it's pure laziness. Obviously, that's on her and while a
cleaning photoshoot is maybe silly, I think this is missing
the big picture. Everything else sounds potentially like serious mental
health issues such as depression or ADHD, a sleep disorder,
or other physical illness that can cause chronic fatigue. It
may not actually be good for her mental health to
be home home all the time. I hated going back

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into work, but it was amazing for me to get
out of the house. I really think she needs to
speak with a professional about the possibility of depression. She
may need help. Not mockery Eta some condensed great points
people are making in the replies. Women in their twenties
can develop autoimmune disease, usually accompanied by fatigue that ramps
up over the years. Even if she did not already

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have depression, ADHD or similar being isolated at home without
structure or purpose as a recipe for disaster, it will
lead to depression like symptoms, even if it doesn't become
a full true diagnosis. All that said, I don't personally
think there's a jerk here. I think she needs a
doctor's visit and to get a job, even part time,
to get out of the house and get structure and

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