Pregnant Karen Demands My Seat On The Bus... HUGE MISTAKE! - Reddit Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story we'll be reading today,
Pregnant woman demands my seat on the bus. Sorry, Karen,
not gonna happen. After that, I walk out of the
kitchen and go play video games whenever my wife tries
to help me prepare food. And after that, am I
the jerk for publicly scolding my boyfriend's picky eating. Now

(00:22):
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not get to take anyone's seat on the bus, but
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Pregnant woman demands my seat on the bus. Sorry, Karen,

(00:43):
not gonna happen. I female was coming back home from
college using the public transportation, as I often do I
live in Argentina. In my stop, there were plenty of
seats available. I pick one in the back of the
bus near the door. A few stops after, a pregnant
woman got in. She ignored the first seats, which are
the priority seats, and came up to me and asked

(01:04):
if I could give her my seat. At the time,
the bus was crowded enough to not have any seats available.
I told her no, because I was tired and I
wanted to sit down. She mumbled that I was a
jerk and said she's eight months pregnant. I told her
I don't care about that, and that the priority seats
are in the front of the bus. Somebody else gave
her a seat in the background, but still it made

(01:25):
me feel kind of like a jerk. I think I'm
entitled to the seat if I got here before, but
I also don't know if the people in the priority
seats were people who really needed it, so that woman
could have just asked them to give her a seat.
At it, every single seat was taken. I told her
to go get one of those seats, since people who
don't need them take them anyway. When the bus is crowded. Also,

(01:45):
lots of people don't want to sit in front and
would ask for a seat in the back near the door,
even though they're entitled to the priority seats. I find
it kind of disappointing that an eight month pregnant woman
had to ask for a seat. So here's the thing
you don't have to give up a seat for a
heavily pregnant person. It's the kind, considerate, understanding, and sympathetic

(02:05):
thing to do. And if you don't do it, then
you are exactly what you think you are. You're the jerk.
But then again, I give pregnant people a seat. It
is disappointing what the world is coming to. Pregnant women
act entitled now because of their choice. That's where we are.
What has happened to common courtesy and decency For you
guys throwing shade at the pregnant lady, May this never

(02:27):
happen to your wife. For the op it doesn't take
a lot to be decent to others. What was a
minor inconvenience to you was not only a lot more
for a woman that far along in pregnancy, but also
potentially dangerous. If your comfort was that important, I do
hope you had some. Then this old man will stand
without being asked, because my mama didn't raise me to

(02:47):
do any different than that. Let's remind the gentle readers
of this subreddit that this is am I the jerk,
not do I have the right. So, yes, you had
every right to refuse that seat to the pregnant woman,
but it was very much a jerk thing to do.
Pregnant women can and do suffer from a variety of
invisible medical conditions. Your tiredness is no comparison. You're the jerk,

(03:10):
not the jerk. Laughing out loud at all, you idiots
who are trying to call out Op. If Op had
written this story from the perspective of a scared, little
twisted creep playing his Nintendo on the bus like most
of you are, dang, you would all be cheering him on.
But because he actually stood his ground or in this case,
set his seat and refused to give into this pregnant

(03:31):
woman's demands, you're all insulting him. Talk about a double standard.
I'm glad he didn't give up his seat, and neither
would I. Just because you got knocked up does not
mean I need to give you my bus seat when
I was here first. Go find some loser who has
no self respect and bows down to those who get
knocked up. And you wonder why Karen's target the little
creep watching anime on his Nintendo switch. Karen's do that

(03:54):
because they can sense your weakness and would rather steal
your seat than someone like op who won't tolerate that bs.
I walk out of the kitchen and go play video
games whenever my wife tries to help me prepare food.
I love my wife very much. She is smart and
capable and leaves me on the dust in most categories,
but she cannot cook at all. She burned water once.

(04:17):
She was boiling water for rice and it had oil
in it. She got distracted and the water boiled off.
Then the oil caught fire. Then she threw water on
it and nearly burned down her parents' house. She can
follow instructions on microwave food. She can use the microwave
to reheat leftovers. That's about it. Her mom and dad
gave up trying to teach her. I love cooking. I

(04:39):
enjoy making tasty meals from scratch when I have the time.
One of my go to meals is fried chicken thighs
and waffles. I used my dad's waffle recipe and they
came out light and crispy perfect. I don't always make them, though,
because it takes time. I cheat sometimes and use pre mix.
They are heavier and kind of floppy, not crisp, so
I make it breakfast yesterday and the kids are at

(05:01):
the table. I have the chicken going and I'm making waffles.
It's a good morning. My wife decided to help and
covered the waffles in foil so they stayed warm. They did,
they also steamed and got soft, so I finished making
myself a waffle and served my food and left the kitchen.
She can finish everything off. She does this constantly. I'll

(05:22):
be making steaks and I'm resting them, and she throws
them back on the grill to keep them warm. I'll
have the chicken fully cooked and tender, and she'll turn
up the heat and dry it out, just to make
sure I am sure. She came up to me yesterday
for the fiftieth time and asked why I always walk
away when she tries to help. I explained for the
fiftieth time that I enjoy making good food and that

(05:45):
her help is almost universally detrimental to the meal I'm
trying to make. She thinks I'm a jerk for caring
so much about how food feels and tastes. I think
she can do whatever she wants on the days that
it's her turn to cook. Am I the jerk not
the jerk? How many times should you have to explain
that food is meant to be a certain way. I'm
not a food shop, but I think she would drive

(06:06):
me crazy. I would go insane. I cook for my family.
My significant other and his mom like well done steaks.
I love mine medium rare. I've gotten a few good
methods for getting steaks cooked enough in the oven then
searing them on the grill. My significant other and his
mom trust me enough. They don't touch anything because they

(06:26):
know they are well done. Steaks come out as jerky,
and if they upset me, I'll just medium rare the
whole batch. Too many hands in the kitchen ends up
ticking off the chef, not the jerk. And let's be clear,
she absolutely is not trying to help. She's just interfering.
If she actually legitimately wanted to be of help, then
she would come into the kitchen when you're cooking and

(06:48):
say how can I help, and listen to your responses
and follow through. But she doesn't want to be helpful.
She wants to control some aspect of what you're doing,
so she interferes with your process every single time, even
if it literally means making the food significantly less tasty.
And then she defends herself with the ridiculous argument that
you shouldn't care how food tastes, which is about as

(07:10):
illogical as it gets. You're not the jerk, and you
have addressed this about as kindly and thoughtfully as possible,
because a lot of us would have gotten downright rude
by now at what is best her constant disruption and
could arguably be deemed conscious sabotage on her part of
your kitchen efforts. Gently, I would suggest that your wife
needs therapy to figure out why she can't just ask

(07:31):
you how she can be helpful, but rather needs to
actively interfere any time you try to cook. Is she
jealous that you're a better cook? Does she just have
control issues in general? Because something is going on here
and in all of it, you are not the jerk.
Am I the jerk for publicly scolding my boyfriend's picky
eating context? I'm twenty seven female. My boyfriend, Chris, who's

(07:53):
twenty nine, is the absolute pickiest eater I've ever met. No,
he doesn't have food allergies, No, he has no intolerances.
He's just picky. I don't blame him for that. His
mom didn't know how to cook a whole lot, so
Chris's palate adjusted to it. Since we've been together, though,
we've worked on cooking dinners with one another to try
and find things with ingredients he'll enjoy that may be

(08:14):
outside his comfort zone. Anyway, last night, my parents said
that they would love to go to dinner with Chris
and I. My parents live in another part of the
state and I don't see them often, so I ran
it by Chris and we made plans. The restaurant was
a new seafood place that opened close to where we live.
Since I knew how picky Chris can be, I asked
him to look over the menu before we went so

(08:36):
we could make sure there would be something that he'd eat.
He told me he looked it over and would have
the salmon. Fast forward to this evening, when we all
sat down to eat and he made a disgusted face
looking at the menu. I asked what was wrong, and
he told me there's nothing he'd eat. My parents looked
a bit hurt, so I pulled Chris aside and said
that I couldn't believe he'd do this. That if he

(08:56):
wouldn't like the food. He had all of yesterday and
most of the day to pay a different restaurant. I
then commented that I was just annoyed by his picky
eating because now it's hurting my parents and left the
restaurant with him. After apologizing to my parents, he told
me that he was in shock that I didn't defend
him and that I should have known he would be
unhappy and was being a total jerk for publicly humiliating

(09:18):
what he can't control. Am I the jerk? Quick edit
about the salmon. I had asked him about that, and
I guess the problem is he read the menu again
and saw how it was prepared, and he didn't care
for this seasoning that was going to be on the salmon. Edit.
Oh geez, this started blowing up far more than I expected.
I'm sorry I'm not able to respond all of your comments,

(09:38):
but I have read them and I really appreciate your support.
I will be spending some quality time with my parents
to see a movie that three of us enjoy, and
Chris will not be attending. Update. A lot of these
comments have really opened my eyes, and I'm not sure
that this is someone I would be okay to spend
my life with. Unfortunately, at this moment in time, Chris
and I are living together and we split bills fifty

(09:58):
to fifty with both our names the lease. Most likely,
when the lease is up, I'll be living by myself though,
and reevaluating my relationship. My parents and I also had
a wonderful time with the movie last night, did some
catching up and guess what we're going out for seafood
tonight because we all want to Not the jerk, because
you did everything to accommodate him, but he changed his mind.

(10:20):
But why did you leave the restaurant. I'd have finished
the meal and made him wait. Surely there were some
side dishes or advertisers he could have snacked on. Not
the jerk. It's not about him being a picky eater.
It's about him using his eating habits to be the
center of attention and making other people feel inferior for
hurting him by not meeting his needs. Not the jerk.

(10:41):
Chris is a big boy. He can use big boy words.
You told him to check them in you. He said
he found something to eat. You have to assume that
the adult is responsible for their own choices and will
speak up if something is wrong. You shouldn't have to
read his mind that the salmon will be fine means
I'm going to make a scene at a seafood restaurant
and blame you for not saving me from the evil fishes.

(11:02):
He's the one with a dietary restriction. He has to
speak up for himself because no one is going to
do it for him. Why is he making you responsible
for food availability when he won't do the absolute minimum
for himself. Well, who do you think is the jerk
OPI or her boyfriend? Please let us know, man, children,
not even ones. Am I the jerk for having a

(11:23):
better wedding than my sister in law. I'm twenty nine
female from a middle class family, and I have an
older brother who's thirty five. Let's call him Adrian. He's
a self taught software engineer and makes pretty good money.
A little over one year ago, he married his girlfriend,
twenty eight female of six years. Let's call her Heather.
She's not a bad person, but I think she's a

(11:43):
little bit spoiled. She's the type that loves to brag
about all the expensive stuff her husband bought her, and
their wedding was pretty extravagant. She still loves to talk
about how it was the most amazing wedding she's ever
been to. My brother is kind of wrapped around her finger,
but it never really mattered until now. I met my
fiance thirty six mail about four years ago. It was

(12:03):
a business event, and he owns a decently sized and
very successful company, so saying that he's extremely wealthy since
he grew up less than he loves to spend his
money on things him and his family could only dream
about before. One of those things is, of course, our wedding.
He wants to go all out and hire a somewhat
well known wedding planner to arrange everything. Honestly, I'm pretty excited.

(12:26):
I never dreamed of such a luxurious wedding, but now
that it's happening and feels like I'm living some wild
dream I never even dared to, like textbook fairytale. Recently,
I was at a family gathering and was hanging out
in the living room with my mom and Heather doing
girl talk. My mom started asking me how the planning
was going, and when I told her about everything we
were doing, I could see Heather go pale and then

(12:47):
extremely red in the face. She was quiet for the
rest of the night. The next day, Adrianne called me
up and said that Heather was extremely upset and felt
like I was trying to one up her wedding. She
said I was trying to upstage her because I never
expressed desire for a fancy wedding before. He asked me
if we could tone it down so it doesn't exceed

(13:08):
the budget they had for their own wedding. I laughed
because honestly I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and
then I naturally said no. He sounded upset and hung up.
A few hours later, Heather calls and she starts yelling
at me, repeating mostly the same stuff, saying she knew
I was always jealous of her, and I'm only with
my fiance because he's rich, and I want to rub

(13:28):
it in her face. That made me snap, and I said,
if you're that obsessed with money, maybe you should have
married someone else instead of my brother. If anyone's jealous
of someone, it's you. She screamed at me and started
crying before hanging up. Now, Adrianne is angry and calling
me a jerk for insinuating she shouldn't have married him,
and my parents think I was too harsh on her

(13:49):
when I know she's always been materialistic and are asking
me to lower our wedding budget to appease her. I
don't want to. My fiance definitely doesn't want to, but
I don't know if that makes me a jerk or not.
Not the jerk, and you should increase the budget for
your wedding every time she complains about it. Not the jerk. First,
it's you and your fiance's wedding. Second. If you give

(14:12):
in now, there will be no end to her demands.
Your dress is more elegant than hers. Why you can't
go to Paris for honeymoon? She was only in California.
You shouldn't buy a four bathroom house there are only
three in her house. You have to organize your birthday
party at Wendy's or McDonald's. Your kid cannot attend a
better school than hers. It's unfair and so on. If

(14:33):
you had been rubbing it in their faces, gloating, etc.
I'd say everyone sucks here. But you didn't. Your mom asked,
then you answered, and who cares? If you never wanted
a fancy wedding your fiance does. You probably didn't have
to add that jab at the end. It definitely didn't help,
But you were essentially or just actually being harassed. Not
the jerk. You're the jerk when Heather enjoys luxuries, she's

(14:57):
a little bit spoiled. She's the type that love to
brag about all the expensive stuff her husband bought her.
When your fiance buys nice things for his family, he
grew up less than he loves to spend his money
on nice things for him and his family they could
only dream about before pot meat kettle and stop being
competitive with Heather, Opie. I didn't say that about her

(15:18):
as an insult, though. It's just how she is. She
likes to brag about things, and that's not really a
problem with me. It's just this situation. Am I the
jerk for announcing my pregnancy at my sister's wedding? I'm
thirty two, my sister is twenty eight, and we've always
been incredibly close. Point in case, she was the first
person I told that I was pregnant besides my husband,
of course, I told her essentially a week after I

(15:41):
got a positive pregnancy test, which was about three months
before her wedding. I told her that I was going
to tell our parents and my husband's parents around the
ten week mark, but she told me that I should
hold off until her wedding in September. I'd be like
four months along at that point, so I wouldn't be showing, really,
and she thought it would be so special for her
to be able to make an announcement about a special
guest at her wedding and it be her first niece

(16:03):
or nephew and my parents' first grand baby. I agreed
because it seemed like it meant a lot to her,
and again, we were super close, and I was happy
to do that for her. Turns out, the first trimester
was awful, with morning sickness and exhaustion. I would have
preferred to be able to talk about it with my mom,
but I was willing to bear it from my sister's wedding. Well.

(16:23):
The wedding came along, and about halfway through the night,
I asked her when the announcement was happening. She told
me that she had changed her mind and that her
wedding didn't seem like a good time or place to
announce my pregnancy. I was obviously super upset since I
went through a really awful first trimester with only my
sister and husband to lean on. I decided I wasn't
going to put the announcement on hold any longer just

(16:44):
for her, so my husband and I pulled my parents
aside and quietly told them and told them to keep
it private for the evening. They were thrilled, lots of hugs,
a few tears, but a very touching and private moment.
Literally no one else found out until I announced it
on Facebook a week later. My sister found out around
the same time as my Facebook post when my dad

(17:05):
mentioned how we told him about it, and she texted
me and called me a jerk who made her wedding
about myself, and she hasn't spoken to me since. I've
messaged her and apologized probably a dozen times since then,
but she refuses to talk to me, and now she
refuses to come see her little nephew, who's almost a
month old at this point. My parents and partner think
I did nothing wrong since she went back on her word,

(17:27):
and that I should just wait it out and she'll
come around. I'm obviously unsure, as clearly this has made
her so upset with me, and we were so close before.
Am I the jerk? Edit? I've seen a lot of
comments saying that I was trying to be petty, mean, vindictive, spiteful,
hurt my sister, et cetera, and I just wanted to
address that really quickly. If I had been any of
those things, I would have made sure she found out

(17:49):
that I had done it. You know, she just happened
to find out a week later because my dad let
it slip. I just desperately wanted to tell my mom,
and after waiting over two months for my sister, it
really felt like I could. I didn't wait another moment
at the whims of someone who wasn't even involved in
the pregnancy. I understand now, though, that I definitely should
not have waited to tell my mom about the pregnancy.
Hindsight is twenty twenty and all that not the jerk.

(18:13):
I was all set to say, You don't announce that
at a wedding, thinking you grabbed a mic and told
the whole wedding. You didn't. You told your parents, just them,
and it clearly didn't create a fuss at the wedding
because your sister didn't even know until a week later
when your parents told her. You know what happened here, right,
Your sister didn't want you to steal any of her
wedding thunder leading up to the wedding. She saw this

(18:34):
as her time and the focus was supposed to be
on her upcoming life event, not yours. That's why she
told you not to tell anyone at all, and then
she had announced it at the wedding. I don't think
she ever planned to announce it. It was just a
way to keep you from telling anyone so she could
be the center of attention for months. Man, People really
take the whole wedding day is only about the bride.

(18:55):
Thinged to a whole new level. Only the grandparents found
out about the pregnancy. It didn't equip It's the wedding
day at all, not the jerk. Not the jerk because
he told them discreetly after your sister played an obvious
trick on you. Clearly it didn't even make an impact
on the wedding because it took her being told it
happened to even be aware of it. I don't think
she even intended to make the announcement. She just didn't

(19:17):
want attention taken away from her while she planned her wedding,
where she did a really nasty rug pull. She essentially
denied you of much needed support during a very touchy time,
so her special day remained front and center. Softest, you're
the jerk possible, and only because you did tell your
parents at your sister's wedding, partially as I forget you
to your sister. You could have waited until the next morning.

(19:39):
Those twelve hours were not that important. Am I the
jerk for telling my friend that she can't expect us
to drop everything for her. I have a friend, Victoria, thirty,
female who I love dearly, but she has a quirk
that I cannot stand. Victoria is notoriously indecisive. Sometimes it
can be avoided, others not so much. The last big

(20:00):
point of contention was five years ago when she got married.
People took off work, booked flights, et cetera, all for
her to change her mind just months before the wedding.
Both times, there was no emergency or reason to change
the date. She just found a better venue and it
was still early enough to get deposits back on the
original so she did it. Of Course, people were upset,

(20:20):
and once again a lot of people couldn't come to
the new date. A few of us tried to tell
her to manage her expectations. Victoria just kept saying it
was her special day so she could do it how
she wanted it. And what's worse is two friends in
our group supported this behavior. We've had some minor issues
where we'll all start planning group trips only for her
to back out or want to change everything. We never

(20:42):
lose money, but it's still annoying. And still we resolved
this by basically planning everything and telling her where to
show up. Cut to the next time that's not possible.
This year, Victoria is pregnant with her first baby. She
helped plan the shower and pick the venue, a friend's house, date,
et cetera. We triple check that this is what she wanted.

(21:02):
She said yes, the shower supposed to be in two weeks.
Then she changed her mind. She wanted to change the
venue and the date once again. Several people can't come,
and this time I'm included. My husband and I have
an anniversary trip planned, non refundable tickets and resort accommodations.
We're also going to be somewhere that doesn't allow technology.

(21:22):
Victoria asked me to reschedule and I said I can't.
I'm sorry, but I'll send a gift. She got really
upset and said she wanted me there. I sympathized, but
said I had this trip planned for over a year.
She then mentioned how many other people can't come. I
pointed out, maybe it's a sign to keep the shower
on the same date, same venue, et cetera, especially as
our friend is still willing to host. Victoria tried to

(21:45):
pull the same old it's my special day, you only
get one baby shower, et cetera. I got fed up
and told her that she is well within her rights
to change the date, but that it's inconsiderate to constantly
do this last minute. I pointed out, while she's free
to do what she wants, she has to stop getting
mad at others for having lives and not dropping everything
for her. Victoria began to cry and hung up. Our

(22:07):
friend group is divided. Some think I should have just
let her be upset, she'd get over it in time,
that it wasn't the place to bring up my issue
with her in decisive nature. Others have told me that
I did the right thing. So am I the jerk?
Not the jerk? You should have told her this a
long time ago, Not the jerk. I'm sorry, I'm unavailable
to acquiesce to your last minute scheduling decisions. But my

(22:30):
petty side wants to tell you to tell her you
can make it, only to change your mind last minute
because you found a better venue for that day. Some
of these stories really remind me how overrated having friends is.
Karen's sisters stole my iPad. She ends up really regretting it.
I'm seventeen female and my sister, who's fifteen, has the

(22:51):
habit of taking things from my bedroom and keeping them
or losing them. My father has talked to her, grounded her,
made her pay them back for it, but she just
does listen. My mom always takes her side and makes
excuses for her. My dad had enough, so he bought
me a small safe against my mom's wishes, and I
keep some jewelry, makeup my diary, and gifts from my boyfriend,

(23:13):
who's nineteen k Lob Caleb comes from an upper class
family and he's always buying me stuff. Most of it
gets stolen by my sister. But the most precious gift
I have from him is an iPad pro he gave
me for my seventeenth birthday on February fourteenth. I love
to draw. It's my hobby, my form of expression and
how I relax. I used to do it on my laptop,

(23:35):
but since Cal gave me the iPad, now I can
do it in my free time, during classes, in the
train or the garden. I have more options now. Cal
also made a custom case that he painted with a
lot of things for me. When I'm out of home,
I leave it in my safe because it's one of
the only things I don't want to lose, and to
be honest, I don't want my sister putting her hands

(23:55):
on it. I spent two days at my brother's who's
twenty one apartment planning my little sister's birthday party. When
I came back, I went to take the iPad to
sketch some ideas, but I only found the case. I
thought I had left it somewhere else, but I was
sure I didn't. I also never took the case because
it's my favorite thing. I looked around my whole room,

(24:17):
my dad's office, and the garden since I'm usually there
all the time. I also called Cal and asked if
I left it in his house, but he said no.
When my family came back, I was awfully crying in
the kitchen. My dad asked what happened, and I told
him I couldn't find my iPad. My mom said, very lazily,
your sister lost it on the train yesterday. I asked what,

(24:39):
and she said, your sister took up to school and
lost it. Accidents happened, let it go. I was livid.
I said that my sister opened my safe, don't know how,
and stole my tablet. My mom told me to shut
up and to never call my sister a thief again.
My dad got involved, and after much fighting, he said
that my sister had to pay me back. My sister

(25:01):
just said that she didn't have money and attempted to
go to her room. So I told her that I'll
take the money for her party and just keep it
for my iPad. She came right at me and told
me that I couldn't do it. My mom sided with
her and demanded the money, but I said no, she
owes me I get to keep it and ran to
my room. My father said that I could do it

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and buy another one. My brother transferred the money a
few hours ago, and it's sitting in Cal's account because
I don't have one yet. My sister has been crying
because she just lost her sweet sixteen party and says
a tablet is worth much less than that. ETA. My
brother is coming home in around twenty minutes to talk
to my parents. I don't know why, but it might
be about my sister. Cal is also on his way

(25:45):
here to install the lock. ETA. My brother took my
parents and my sister out. I'm at home with Cal
right now. He already installed the lock and we're looking
to buy some saves. Update. My brother just left. Apparently
my sister he has been stealing from him too when
she goes to his place. She admitted to just keeping
the things to herself and that sometimes she can't help

(26:07):
it she acts before she can think about it. She
admitted that she took my iPad, but claimed that her
intention wasn't hurting me. That's why she left the case.
She was planning on taking it to school, bragging about it,
and then returning it since it was way too expensive
and for once didn't want to take the risk. But
apparently she did lose it or someone took it from
her bag, because she swear she didn't sell it or anything.

(26:30):
I mean, after this, it's just pointless to keep lying.
She went to her room and came back with a
bunch of things, some mine, some my brothers, and some
that belong to our cousins and her friends. She even
had one of Caleb's rings. We don't know how she
did all of this, and she refuses to give that information.
She also refuses to tell me how she broke into
my safe. My parents are outside talking alone, and my

(26:52):
dad let Caleb spend the night here with me. Not
the jerk. If she cared about her sweet sixteen so much,
she shouldn't be stealing op. Maybe she didn't think it
would be related to that. To be honest, this is
my first time snapping, so it's new to all of us.
She's coming to the age where people will be able
to have her arrested for stealing. She needs to learn

(27:13):
that she can't just take crap from you. If she
doesn't have the money to replace what she's taking, her
grubby little hands shouldn't be on it at all. Taking
her party money is the lightest punishment she could serve
for this crime. Even a used iPad is worth enough
to be a larceny charge if she steals from the
wrong person. Also changed the combination on your safe and
put locks on your bedroom door and a camera in

(27:36):
your room, op, I don't think I'll be allowed to
have a camera in my room. My dad said yes
to the lock, though am I the jerk for being
too close to my ex husband? Six years ago I
got divorced from my now ex husband. There was no
drama that led to this. We simply realized we were
no longer happy or in love, so it would have
been a clean break if not for the fact we

(27:58):
had a daughter who is now eleven. Neither of us
wanted to lose full custody of her or miss important
moments in her life. She's the most important person in
both our lives, and we debated on trying to make
it work just for her, but realized that would only
lead to all three of us becoming miserable, so we
entered an arrangement that many would view as unconventional. When

(28:18):
we sold our house, we used the money to buy
two semi attached houses that were joined and had a
door installed between them. The construction company tried to warn
us against this, as it would affect resale value, but
neither of us had any intention to sell, so we
had them go ahead with it. We also had them
take down the fence between both our back gardens, so
our daughter would have an extra large back garden to

(28:40):
play in. Many of you may balk at the door,
but there is an agreement. It's strictly for our daughter's use,
and neither of us can use it barring any emergencies,
say a fire, a medical emergency, or something being wrong
with our daughter. She also has two bedrooms, one in
each house, and every day she can pick where she
wants to have breakfast and sleep. I won't lie. It

(29:02):
was awkward at first, but for her sake we made
it work and even regained a lot of the friendship
we had lost, though it was of course strictly platonic. Now,
last year, my ex husband married his girlfriend of three years,
a lovely woman whom I'm actually friends with, and I
was even a guest at their wedding, with my daughter
being one of her bridesmaids. All in all, it's an
arrangement everyone is content with, except for my boyfriend, who

(29:25):
I started to date two years ago. He understood the
arrangement entering into the relationship, and while he said it
was a bit weird, he never protested and all seemed well.
Things are getting more serious and we've been discussing moving
in together, and he has made it clear that he
wants me to move as he doesn't want to live
next door to my ex husband. I understood, but told

(29:47):
him that wouldn't be happening as my daughter had to
come first and our arrangement gave her a stable upbringing.
He got upset with me and asked me how he
was supposed to be a father to my daughter when
she already had a dad, and he was literally a
wall of I won't lie. This took me by surprise,
as I had no idea he wanted to be a
father to her. I told him gently but firmly, that

(30:08):
he wasn't her father, that she already had one, and
that even her father's wife didn't try to be a mother. Instead,
she is called by her name. I told him, if
he wants some kind of familial title, he could be
an uncle, but I wouldn't give him permission to take
her father's title when he is very much involved in
her life. He told me if I loved him, i'd
move for him, and despite me trying to tell him

(30:31):
I do love him, he isn't listening. Am I the
jerk in this? Not the jerk sounds like you very
clearly explained how things work in your world. Kudos for
coming up with a unique parenting method that puts your
daughter firmly as the most cherished outcome of your previous relationship.
Your new boyfriend may not be compatible with your uniquely
blended family. Bit of a red flag that he wants

(30:53):
to appropriate the title of father. Good on you for
nipping that in the bud. Well done, carry on without
him if he can't get the brief op. Even my
ex husband's wife doesn't get called mum or any variation
of that. She is called by her name and when
my daughter is feeling particularly affectionate a nickname. So yeah,
I wasn't going to let him be father. Not that jerk,

(31:17):
since you were honest with him from the beginning and
your boyfriends you don't love me arguments seem to be
his ego and insecurity speaking, not gonna lie, but love
the fact that you two put the love for your
kid and her having some stability before your own egos
and needs. Hope you have the strength and mental sanity
to keep doing that, even if that would mean breaking

(31:37):
up with your unreasonable boyfriend. Do him a favor and
break up with him. He isn't going to be happy
you and your ex did this thing, and your ex
is lucky he found someone who didn't have a problem
with it. You may not be so lucky, but that
is a chance that you are taking doing this. It's
hard to move on and most people are not going
to want to pursue a relationship with this kind of arrangement.

(31:58):
That works for you and your with it, then that's good.
There's no way to compromise here. You aren't budging, so
break up with this guy and let him go. Not
the jerk girl run. Any man who isn't okay with
you being close to your ex is a control freak
and insecure. I always stay close to my exes and
I've never regretted it. Trust me, I've dated tons of guys,

(32:22):
and the best relationships I've had were with secure men
who didn't care what I did with my exes. Men
need to realize we aren't their property. To be honest,
I have hooked up with some of my exes on
certain occasions just to spite a jealous boyfriend I had
at the time, then made sure he found out to
hurt him. Yausa, I know it sounds bad, but all

(32:43):
my girlfriends do the same thing. You don't have to
go as harsh as I do, but please don't settle
for a loser control freak like most of these guys
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