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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of Redded Podcast Stories. Our first story will be reading
today asking my girlfriend to give away her cat because
I'm allergic. After that, am I the jerk for giving
away my brother's parrot? And after that, teach him how
to do your job? Okay, boss, Now for every thumbs up,
this video gits one. Karen does not get any McDonald's.

(00:23):
I always preferred burger king to be honest, So please
smash that like button and subscribe and turn on notifications
for new stories from Reddit every single day. Asking my
girlfriend to give away her cat because I'm allergic. To
give some background, my girlfriend female twenty three and I
male twenty four, have been dating for almost two years,

(00:44):
and I asked her to move into my apartment. It's
much larger than hers, so it made sense. Having decided
to move in, She brought her cat, Riley with her.
She's had Riley for eight years now and it brought
her tons of happiness. The issue is, I'm allergic to cats,
super allergic. I develop hives, I start coughing, and I
get these really watery eyes. I didn't know this was

(01:06):
a problem before we moved in. As while we were dating,
she used to just come over to my apartment as
it was close to both the school she started to
work at and my university I'm in medical school. I
would occasionally get watery eyes when she was around, but
I always just chalked it up to pollen, as it
was never severe enough to care. Now though, it's getting
to an extreme level. That being said, I know how

(01:28):
much she loves Riley, so I tried to find the
best homes I could that would take her in. All
of them are either people we knew, are people who
have a lot of experience with cats. I made a list,
and then I told my girlfriend the problem. When I
asked her to possibly give Riley away, she said she
wasn't giving Riley away to an animal shelter. I said,
of course, I would never make her do that, and

(01:49):
that's when I showed her the list with all the families.
I proposed this to her, and that's when she just
lost it at me. I don't know what I did wrong,
Am I the jerk? At it? I've tried a variety
of medications and none of them have worked for a
sustainable period of time. Others have been out of my budget,
to be effectively sustainable. Also, we both wanted to move

(02:10):
in together. I just asked her to move into my
apartment instead, as it was more spacious. I did not
know I was allergic to cats before she moved in.
I got tested recently after I got all these symptoms
and found out that I was allergic to cats. I've
been to her house, and yes I developed symptoms. They
were much more milder. Mind you, I just didn't care
enough because they were so mild. As for the list,

(02:32):
I just wanted to make sure Riley was safe as
she is an older cat. I realized now this may
have been a bad idea as it cornered my girlfriend
into a corner. That was not my intention. I did
not intend to do that. I just wanted to give
her options. I think the best suggestion was making some
no go zones for the cat, like not having the
cat allowed in the bedroom or the office, not allowing

(02:53):
the cat in my chair, plus air purifiers, etc. Also,
y'all are treating me like a doctor. This is my
my first year in medical school. I'm not a doctor.
Like I've just gotten in and I've been in medical
school for maybe five months. Cut me some slack. I've
tried allergy shots. They don't work that well for me,
and I cannot afford them as a long term solution. Update,

(03:15):
there are a lot of people telling me to just
break up with her. I do love her, but maybe
if this isn't something we can get past, then maybe
we should consider breaking up. I feel as though she
doesn't care how deeply troubling this has been for me,
Like I can't breathe in my own home, I can
barely sleep and it feels suffocating. The only issue is
if I do break up, she would have to go

(03:35):
back to her studio apartment where she lives with other people,
which had become a toxic environment for her. She was
in the situation before I met her, and she had
been looking for a way out, but she couldn't afford
better housing. I also pay for this apartment on my own,
so a sudden breakup would put a lot of financial
burden on her. So to ask, do I try to
make this work or do I break up? Also, if

(03:57):
I do break up, how do I do it ethically?
You're the jerk. You should never ask someone with a
pet to just get rid of them like that. Pets
become people's family. Go back to living separately and see
a specialist about your allergies. No offense, but I'm pretty
sure she'd rather keep the cat. You're the jerk. The

(04:17):
cat has been longer in her life than you have.
How come you didn't know about the allergy before you
moved in? Why haven't you spent a few days at
her place before? It seems like he won't be moving
in together yet because you do not rehome a family member,
and most people would dump their partners right away if
they ever even suggested getting rid of their pets. Truth
be told, I've always asked about cat allergies before dating,

(04:40):
and it was a deal breaker for me because my
cat belongs to me. Well, what do you think is
Opie the jerk for asking his girlfriend to get rid
of her cat or not? Please let us know if
Reddit boy tried to make me get rid of my fluffy,
he'd need a new head? Am I the jerk for
giving away my brother's parrot? My brother don he as
an African gray parrot. He fell in love with our

(05:02):
uncle's parrot when we were younger. He always wanted one,
and when he got a job where he could take
care of one he got it. Don was neurodivergent. He
had trouble connecting with people, but he loved that bird,
and it seemed to return the affection. Don didn't like
to travel or leave his home or do much besides work,
play video games, collect Pokemon stuff, and interact with his parrot. I,

(05:25):
on the other hand, try and get out of town
whenever I can. I also use every second of my
vacation time and pto. Don passed away just after New Years.
He didn't have a girlfriend, much less a wife. He
did have a will, and he left me everything, including
Ash's parrot. I don't want his parrot trust me. After
listening to my brother talk about African gray parrots for

(05:46):
the last twenty years, I know more about them than
anyone normal should, including that they can live up to
sixty years. That would have been great for Don. I,
on the other hand, am not planning on taking care
of any human kids I have for sixty years. I
talked to my parents to see if they would take him,
but they said their condo doesn't allow pets. I checked
with the rest of our family and nobody wanted to

(06:08):
make the commitment. I contacted a local bird rescue but
they only take wild raptors. I tried the zoo. They
don't accept birds. I guess there's a chance of diseases
or something. My brother loved this bird, so I wasn't
going to do anything stupid with it. Ash was actually
growing on me. I was considering keeping him. Lucky for
me and Ash, my uncle finally got back to me.

(06:30):
His parrot had passed a couple of years ago, and
since he's in his late forties, he didn't adopt a
new one. I gladly invited him over to see if
he liked Ash. He told me that he and his
old bird had met Ash and even been over to
Don's house for a playdate before. It was excellent. My
uncle knows more about them than my brother did, and
now I have that information stuck in my head. Ash

(06:51):
went to live with my uncle. I thought it was
the perfect solution until my mom called to chew me
out for imposing a bird on my uncle. He doesn't
make that much much money and birds are expensive to
take care of. I guess not that it was any
of her business, but my brother left me a nice
chunk of change and an impressive collection of Pokemon stuff.
I had already told my uncle that I would be

(07:11):
paying him for food and vet bills for Ash. I
even volunteered to bird, said him if my uncle needed
and I'm in town, I know don would want that.
She still said it was a bad decision to give
her brother the bird. I probably didn't improve our conversation
by giggling when she said that. I honestly think I
did right by everyone involved, but my mom disagrees. I

(07:32):
need someone with no skin in the game to tell
me if I'm missing something. Edit. When I said normal,
I didn't mean neurotypical. I meant not obsessed with parrots,
not the jerk. You found ash a loving home with
an experienced person. You might have slipped into you're the
jerk territory if you hadn't volunteered to cover the expenses
for the bird. Your brother would love to know that

(07:53):
the person who inspired his love of that species was
the person you entrusted to care for his ash, not
the jerk. What does your mother expect you to do
take care of a bird you don't want. Your uncle
is more experienced, and he loves them. You even solved
the financial issue by offering to contribute. What else is
there for your mother to complain about. Well, what do

(08:13):
you think is OPI the jerk or is his mom?
Please let us know. Definitely, Mom, I don't know what
she's on about. Teach him how to do your job, okay, boss.
So this happened a good fifteen years ago, and another
story just reminded me of it. To keep it short,
fifteen years ago and some change. I worked for a
local computer programming company that made automation software. Our company

(08:36):
got bought out by a bigger national company, and after
the dust settled, corporate decided they were going to send
a liaison down to our local office to learn how
you do things to be a better bridge between offices. Aka, hey,
new hires, teach our guy how to do your job
so we can let three fourths of you go before
your next quarter. None of us were happy about that,

(08:57):
but our new corporate overlords had spoken. A month or
so later. Here's our liaison fellow, all ready to go.
So show me the interface, he said, And that was
when we all stopped, looked at each other, and grinned
for you. See, the reason it took us so long
to bring new people up to speed is that we
didn't configure new projects. Configure in this corporate speak meant

(09:21):
go check off the boxes in an interface until it
does what you want. No, my good friends, we coded
everything by hand. Our main program accepted straight up VB files,
not even scripts, full on files, and our new friend
here was not a programmer at all. The guy didn't
know a four loop from a bubble sort. So as

(09:41):
we were instructed, we started walking him through our code.
Here's our ex policy. It's the most common one we use,
and it's about fifteen hundred lines of code in its
base form. Didn't you guys say you had some default
policies you worked from. Oh yeah, but they end up
being more trouble trying to customize than it is to
just write the entire thing from scratch. So up here
is where we're declaring our global variables. To our friend's credit,

(10:05):
he tried, Oh he tried for days, and every time
we thought he was about to figure something out, we
intentionally switched him up to an even worse one we hired,
requiring a computer science degree, six months of on site
gearing up and another six months of shadowing before we
would let anyone handle a project on their own. This
poor guy got the full year's worth of training in

(10:26):
a week. To his credit. On his last day, he
flat out told us he was sent down to learn
how to replace us, but that he was going to
tell them that we were doing a great job and
if anything, our time frames were surprisingly short given what
we were doing. We ran that department for a good
five years before the inevitable revolving door of upper management
decided to bring in a new, easier to use sweet

(10:49):
people are still saying, man, I, miss X, it could
have done this in half the time, and instead of
a five man team upkeeping everything, we have multiple departments,
but still can't managed to fix a broken image link
in the new stuff. Ten years later, am I the
jerk for asking my husband to return a gift? In December?
My husband asked what I wanted for Christmas and I

(11:11):
told him the ugg Ultraminis. By that point they were
sold out and on back order. I kept checking occasionally
in case they did come back in stock, but they didn't.
Fast forward to the week after Christmas, I found a
near identical pair of boots from LLBean and ran it
by my husband first, since one we just got done
with Christmas and it's not exactly a small gift and

(11:32):
two in case he did order a pair and was
waiting for them to get in. He encouraged me to
get them, so I did. I've been very happy with
them and put the UGG version out of my mind.
For the last couple of weeks, he's been saying that
he got me a great gift for Valentine's Day that
I'll love and hyping it up. This morning, I went
to the kitchen to find flowers, candy, a card, and

(11:54):
the UG boots. I told him thank you, but I
was confused because I had the other pair that he
told me to order. He acknowledged that he did, but
thought I could use a second pair anyways, saying he
thought the stitching was different. I asked about returning them
because I don't need two pairs of essentially the same shoes,
and he got upset because it was twenty five dollars
to get them shipped and another twenty five dollars to

(12:16):
return them, so we would be out fifty dollars. I
put the shoes and box away in our closet. I
told some friends who followed me on the hunt for
these boots, and one offered to buy the extra pair,
which would get us out of the twenty five dollars
return cost. I told my husband, and he got even
more upset, saying he would deal with it, and took
the box out of the closet. I appreciate the gift,

(12:37):
and I told him so, but I just don't need
two pairs of pricey boots. Now I'm getting the silent treatment.
I genuinely feel bad because he was so excited about it,
and now I'm wondering if I should have just gone
along with it. Am I the jerk? At it? To
clear some things up, my husband ordered the ugs in
mid December, but they were back ordered until March. They
happened to get delivered last week. They weren't even men

(13:00):
to be a Valentine's Day gift. You're the jerk. Sure
it was silly for him to get the boots without
checking with you after you've got an alternative pair, But
he could have thought you just settled for the alban Ones,
or that since you were obsessing over them and they
were hard to find, that you would want a second
pair to use or keep as a backup. Regardless, you
could have waited until tomorrow to tell him that you

(13:20):
didn't want them. You're the jerk. Are you generally this
cold towards your husband's feelings or was this your Valentine's
Day special for him? He's such an intentive husband. You
asked for something at Christmas, He remembered and got you
the present as soon as he could, considering the out
of stock and back order deals, and waited for Valentine's
Day to gift them to you. I would cry if

(13:41):
someone did this for me. You are incredibly ungrateful. Mother
in law gets upset that I don't want her help
in the kitchen. Apparently I'm still in her doghouse for this,
so I wanted an outside opinion. My mother in law
is not a bad person, but she can be very difficult.
My wife, Sarah has learned to process these things with grace,
which I appreciate. I'm still learning, but I'll get there,

(14:03):
I hope. One of the ways she's difficult is that
she has some manipulative tendencies. A very common tactic for
her is to fake wine that she's not welcome here.
I guess I'll just go outside with the obvious implication
that we need to comfort her and tell her that
she is welcome. I suspect she has some abandonment issues. Again,

(14:24):
my wife has learned to deal with this over her lifetime.
It's just the way mom is, which is fine. I
hate it and it's manipulative garbage, but I might do
the same thing. My wife and I bought our first
home last year, so we hosted Christmas. This is mother
in law's first time being a guest instead of the host,
so I knew we had need to be patient with her.
She's out of control of the situation. That's hard. Well,

(14:48):
it was Christmas dinner cooking time. Our kitchen can be
generously referred to as efficient, and I was cooking for
twelve people while Sarah played host, and my mother in
law found every excuse to park herself and my life
way as I was trying to roast a goose and
make five sides. I had to ask her several times
to move just to find space to chop. Finally, this exchange,

(15:09):
recalled as exactly as I can occurred Me, Hey, mom,
you can just go hang out in the living room
with everyone else. I got this. Her, Oh, I get it.
I'm not welcome here. Imagine this in a fake dramatic tone. Me, well, yeah,
but I figured it would be rude to say it
like that. I think she was mad. I didn't play

(15:30):
along because the facade dropped instantly. She said fine and
went back to the other group. I didn't think much
of it until she told Sarah this week that she
was still mad at me. Am I the jerk. Not
the jerk. She's not mad that you said that. She's
mad because you took her superpower away. She'll get over it.

(15:50):
Not the jerk. Her manipulation didn't work on you, and
she's big mad about it. I would stop playing along altogether,
after all, that's just the way you are. Am I
the jerk for not picking my girlfriend's daughter up from
an event. I'm thirty seven and I've been in a
relationship with a mid forties woman, Amy. She doesn't want
to tell me her specific age, which I don't mind

(16:12):
for about a year. She has a seventeen year old
daughter who all called Jess. Over the weekend, Jess had
a school event and had asked me for a ride
in advance. I didn't mind in the slightest. I drove
her over to the school and we had a nice
chat in the car when she got out, though a
bunch of her friends were there, and she waved to
me and shouted later creepy step dad with a huge smile.

(16:34):
I think it was a joke to her friends. They
laughed and I stared awkwardly for a few seconds. Then
Jess said go go, literally showing me away. I drove
home thinking whatever, but over time it started a really
great on me. I know that she wanted to just
show off for them, but I didn't want to be
stuck in a car with a girl who considered me
creepy in any way. I shot her a text around

(16:56):
that time that she would have to find another way
to get home. She didn't see my text for some time,
but a few hours later she called me asking for
a ride. I told her that I couldn't do that
as I had had a couple of drinks, which was true.
Then she half hung up on me and apparently called
her mother. Amy was busy working on something at the time,
and told me that I needed to go over there

(17:17):
and pick her up. I responded that she could walk,
get a ride from her friends, or take public transportation.
It was eight p m in one of the safest
cities in our country, and that she was going to
be fine. Amy then walked away, grabbed my keys, and
drove off in my car despite having a suspended license.
About fifteen minutes later, Amy came home and shrieked at

(17:38):
me about my treatment of Jess. While Jess evacuated to
her room. I told her that she really shouldn't be
driving with a suspended license, and Amy said she wouldn't
have to if I were more responsible. When I reminded
her of why her license was suspended, she got furious.
It's a pretty touchy subject and told me she'd leave
if she had anywhere else to go. I brushed her

(17:58):
off with a lame that sounds like a you problem,
and we haven't talked since. Was I being the jerk here?
Everyone sucks here? Seventeen is old enough to not insult
the person doing her a favor, call an uber, and
apologize when she messes up. Thirty seven is old enough
to understand teenagers are kids, be the bigger person and

(18:18):
not break your promise to them. Forty is old enough
to actually parent her kid by both teaching her manners
and using Uber instead of breaking the law. None of
you get a pass. Everyone sucks here? Why are you
dating someone who wouldn't tell you their actual age. That's
such basic info. What else is she not telling you?
That's so weird? Showing off in front of friends by

(18:39):
being crappy to someone else is not cool or acceptable
in any way. If you already told her that you'll
give her a ride, you shouldn't have left her stranded.
Be the bigger person, get them with kindness and so on.
Everyone sucks here. Seventeen year old stepdaughter's comments were unnecessary,
but she's a teenager. They mess up. Sometimes your reaction
was a massive over reaction. You still pick her up,

(19:02):
then discuss it when she gets home. Girlfriend, driving without
a license is silly. It means no insurance even if
you don't get stopped. I'm not sure how far away
she was and what public transport options there were, but
she could have sorted out a taxi or something instead.
Everyone sucks here. The part I can't get past is
how are you in a relationship with someone who won't
even tell you their age and they have a suspended license? Nah,

(19:25):
I'd be noping out of this love story. Well, who
do you think is the jerk? OPI or his stepdaughter?
And Amy? Please let us know you need a dumb
per so you'll never have to deal with those two
crazies ever again. An honest class review. This story takes
place in the spring of two thousand and eight. While
I was a senior at my Catholic high school. My

(19:45):
ap English teacher periodically asked her students to write a
review of the class, what we liked and disliked, what
we would change, et cetera. Now, if you've ever had
to do something similar, you'll know that the reviews aren't
really meant to be honest, but rather ego stroking exercise.
For the vast majority of teachers, my teacher was no
exception to this norm. I can't remember why I was

(20:05):
in a bad mood that particular morning. All I recall
is my upset attitude persisted throughout the day until I
got into said classroom. Before class officially started, a friend
of mine was being made fun of for having highlight
her all over his khakis. One had exploded in his pocket,
basically covering everything on his left side. Our teacher then
began to make fun of him as well, even making

(20:27):
comments throughout the rest of class. Needless to say, this
only upset me even more. Cut to the point of
class where the teacher began passing out the class review sheets.
Being in the horrible mood that I was in, I
decided to write a truly honest review of the class.
I specifically mentioned how I thought it was childish for
seniors to make fun of someone for something so benign,

(20:47):
and how it was foolish and unprofessional for a teacher
to pile on. It will be important later on to
mention that I did not curse, nor did I use
any language that I would deem inappropriate within the review. Predictably,
I was called into the Vice Prince's office the next
morning to answer for what I had written. The VP
started off by saying that my teacher had read my
review and began to cry because I had insulted her,

(21:09):
and that she wanted me kicked out of class for
the remainder of the school year we had roughly three
weeks left. Calmly, I asked the VP if my review
contained any language. When the VP admitted that the letter
did not contain anything inappropriate, I simply said, then what
am I doing here? You can't hold me responsible for
completing an assignment as prescribed by the teacher since I

(21:30):
had done nothing wrong. The VP and my teacher could
not kick me out for the remainder of the semester,
and every afternoon until the end of the year, I
walked into that classroom with the largest grin on my face.
Karen demands I lower the child support I received from
my ex. My daughter's dad, male twenty five and his fiance,
female twenty eight want me to lower the child support

(21:51):
that I receive. My daughter, who's three, lives with me,
female twenty three, and I go through the state for
child support. They stated that the original amount he was
approved for was too much and dropped down to half
of that. I was fine with it at first. It
would help pay for childcare fees and school supplies, and
I've supported her solely by myself for two years now.

(22:13):
I didn't get paid for the first or second month yet,
and when the States started pulling from his checks they
complained that it was too much. They want to go
down again to help save for the wedding. I feel
conflicted because I'm happy that he's happy, but as a
single mother, it's been a struggle. I don't ask for
money from them at all, and they do not want
her full time either, which I'm fine with. My daughter

(22:35):
means everything to me. They want to make an appointment
to lower the amount, and I don't have the money
at this moment for a lawyer to argue it. They
both make twice the amount I do, so I don't
understand the big deal. For additional context, I live alone
with my daughter. He's engaged to my cousin, and they
do not give me any information about where she's going
with them, and do not ask for her or call

(22:58):
her outside of his weekends. Not the jerk. Your cousin
chose to marry a man that already has a kid.
Your ex is responsible for supporting his kid. To not
lower the child support, your expenses will continue to rise
if you give in to this pair. Now wait until
they have a kid, they will double down trying to
get you to reduce the child support because now they

(23:19):
have a kid of their own to pay for. Op.
The fiance does have a kid already, and although I
understand that kids are expensive, he does so much more
for that kid than I've ever seen him do for
his daughter. What worries me the most is that she
works for the county that we live in, and I'm
always living in fear that they will use something against me,

(23:39):
but this is the most affordable living area that the
state offers. Not the jerk. This money is for the
well being of your kid. You say that you struggle,
you're struggling because he wants to be a deadbeat and
not provide the financial support his kid needs and deserves.
A wedding is a party. You do not leave a
kid in need because you want a fancy, expensive party.

(24:00):
Keep going through this state and insist on whatever the
authorities consider appropriate. Your kid's father is a jerk for
thinking that a party is more important than his kid.
Am I the jerk for letting my daughter wear a
tiara to my cousin's wedding. I'm thirty two female and
my daughter, Chloe, who's four, has a fascination with princesses.
She loves the color pink, wears only dresses, and has

(24:23):
an array of tiaras. She wears everywhere except at preschool
where she can't, but she does have it in her backpack.
My cousin, thirty three male Alex fake name, invited us
to his wedding, which was this past Saturday. Chloe was
excited because she got to dress up and stay dressed
up the entire time. She also couldn't wait to see
the bride's dress. She asked if she could wear her

(24:45):
princess tiara and I said, of course. We got to
the wedding on time. However, the start time was delayed
for unknown reasons. Fifteen minutes after it was supposed to start,
one of the bride's maids came out and told me
that the bride Jen who's thirty one female, was refusing
to come out because my daughter was wearing a tara.
I thought she was joking, but she wasn't. Apparently the

(25:09):
bride was also wearing a tara and wanted to be
the only one wearing it. I told the bride'smaid that
Chloe loves tiaras and always wears them. The bride'smaid said
not today, she isn't and told me it needed to
be removed. I said no, the bride is a grown
woman and was being petty over a kid's tiara. The
bride's maid left for a couple minutes, and then Alex

(25:31):
himself came out. He told me to leave. I asked why,
and he said because I won't tell Chloe to take
off the tiara. I said this was ridiculous and Alex said,
it's not my wedding, and when I get married, then
Chloe can wear one to mine, but that I'm officially
uninvited regardless. Others around me told me to just take
it off, and I wouldn't. Alex's mom came over and

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escorted us out. Chloe was upset and crying because she
feels she did something wrong, and I'm upset because I
can't believe someone would be jealous over a literal four
year old. I also feel bad because Chloe was really
looking forward to seeing Jen's dress because she loves wedding dresses.
But literally, no one is on my side. Am I
the jerk at it? Someone asked if my cousin has

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an illness. I said no, but the bride has aspergers,
and they said that's important for you all to know.
You seriously need to pair it up and teach your
kid that there's a time and a place for indulging
your inner princess, and a time and a place for
sitting back, following dress codes and letting other people shine,
for example, at their own wedding. You were asked nicely,

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but you were petulant and entitled. You caused this. It's
not over a kid. It's over your lack of parenting.
There's a reason nobody is on your side. You're the jerk.
I agree with this four year old should be taught
time and a place for a tire. She didn't wear
a tar to preschool. As mentioned by the op so
a wedding is also a specific occasion. Would find it

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cute if I were the bride, But everyone is different.
I guess I think the bride's wishes, while over the
top here, should be respected. Yeah, wedding conventions are stupid,
so it's a frequent gray area here. But no one's saying, Oh,
he's a jerk for thinking the bride is being extra.
She's a jerk for digging in her heels for no
good reason, refusing to teach her daughter an age appropriate

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lesson about etiquette, and ruining her daughter's day on top
of upsetting the bride, I bet they were quick to
yeat her because stuff like this is part of a
larger pattern. So you need a man to do all
of that. Okay. Context, Since I male twenty eight, was eleven,
my parents have been divorced. My mother female sixty four,

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got custody and we would see our father one week
and every two weeks. I also have a little sister,
female twenty five, so I ended up being the only
man in the house. Growing up, our mother always taught
us that we needed to participate in house duties such
as washing the day, taking out the laundry, preparing food.
We would take turns and during the week, us kids

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would take care of all of that because our mother
would come back from work exhausted and expected to not
have anything to do once at home, and we kind
of were okay with that, only that as we were young,
we would sometimes often forget to do stuff and it
would cause a fight, but we ended up learning to
not forget. Only there are some tasks that wouldn't be

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fairly distributed. My mother always needed a man close so
that she could give him some work to do, and
even though she never remarried and only dated one or
two men after she divorced, she always found some male
friend or some friend's husband or boyfriend to whom she
could ask for help, until at some point people started
to realize that she was being close to them for

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the only purpose that she could ask them for help. Yeah,
she's one of those tit for tat persons. Where if
she does something for you, you have to give back
something equivalent or you disappear from her life. So basically
she lost a few friend friends. But at some point
I was old enough to be useful and she started
asking me for help on these matters. Op, the internet

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box doesn't work anymore? Can you look it up? It
needs a man's brain to understand that. OP. I bought
some furniture from Ikea. Can you build it for me?
It needs a man's brain to understand that. OP. Can
you carry luggage? Only a strong man can do that. Oh, p,
can you look up why my computer is being so slow?
It needs a man's brain to understand that. And so on.

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I asked repeatedly that she looked at how I dealt
with these things so that she could understand herself and
fix it alone next time, especially when it was something
so basic as to restart the internet box. But she
didn't want to learn. She just wanted me to do
it because she didn't want to have to deal with
it herself. And it went on for a few years,
growing from just restarting the box to piercing into walls

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so that she could hang mirrors and stuff for infall
I never did any of all of that before she
asked me to do it, so so I guess it
made me learn it, which was a good thing. But
what bothered me was that she just didn't care and
expected me to do all that because it was normal
and me knowing about it or not was not a question.
I am a man, so that's my job. And as

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I was growing up and her still not learning anything,
I got more and more frustrated until this one final time,
I don't remember what specific task it was where she
told me that it was a man's job, needing a
man's brain. I had a huge sigh, did the job,
then went back to my business que the malicious compliance.
As some tasks require a man's brain, it's obvious that

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some others require a woman's touch, as we men are
all about technique, big thinking and strength work. So the
following days I started to wash the dishes and put
them back anywhere in the kitchen, because you know, us
men have no idea about what goes where in the house.
We just fix things and carry heavy stuff. I forgot
to get food back in the fridge because you know,

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that's all right cooked so it won't spoil. I overcooked
my steaks, eggs, pizza, because you know, I was so
busy thinking about all this technique stuff that I didn't
have the brain space to think about checking food. Laundry
would be spread out to dry one piece onto another
because it is more efficient, does it saved space? And
about cleaning the house, let's just say it was a

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waste of time because I could perfectly live in my
own mess. Of course, it didn't take long for my
mother to get angry at me for not taking care
of the house or for doing it so stupidly, to
which I answered, sorry, I mean, you know, it needs
a woman's brain to understand how to take care of
a house correctly, which yes, is total bs, but so
is saying that all the work she made me do

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was only for men. So at first she was dumbfounded.
Then the storm unleashed. It still is one of the
biggest fights we've ever had to this day. Things calmed
down and I went back to caring properly until she
asked for my man's brain again. From this point I
stopped caring. I would forget the laundry and the washing machine,
let the dishes pile up in the sink, and would

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only do my man job. She would still get really angry,
ordering me to do stuff which I would ultimately do
completely half effortly, meaning that she had to do it
all over after me because half of the dishes were
just out on the kitchen, not at their place, laundry
was all stuck together to dry, and so on. Mood
in the house was tense and it wouldn't need much

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for a fight to blow off until at some point
she asked me to help her do this or that,
not to do it for her any more. So I helped.
I showed her how to do it. I took time
for it. We did it together multiple times until she
finally learned how to do it. I then started taking
care of my duties as I did before, and things
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