UPDATE: My Parents Tried to Give My House Away!

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Episode Transcript

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,
Part two of parents trying to take my house for
my brother. They broke my locks to move in while
I wasn't home. After that, the time the company lawyers
told me to contact law enforcement and after that have
me sign a weird contract or I fail. Okay, Now,

(00:22):
for every thumbs up this video gits one, Karen's central
heat goes out. You think that will affect me, My
heart is already ice cold, redded boy, So please smash
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new stories from Reddit every single day. Part two of
parents trying to take my house for my brother. They

(00:43):
broke my locks to move in while I wasn't home.
Some parents can't explain why they make choices like child favoritism,
so all they can do is try and stand by
the kid that they backed, which is exactly what my
parents tried to do, and I've practically destroyed their lives
for it, not in the legal sense, but more so
an emotional one. So after I kicked my parents and

(01:03):
brother and sister in law out for trying to force
me to hand over my new house to my brother.
I immediately went to my social media and I told
the story to the whole family. It spread pretty fast,
but you won't find it now because it all got
deleted some time ago, and I put my own profile
on private. I posted about it because I knew that
this was the first thing my family would do when

(01:24):
they got home, and they'd try to twist the event
to make me the villain. And I was exactly right.
But I had about an hour to get started before them,
and I had video evidence to back up my story
about what they had done. No, I don't plan on
showing the video here, so don't ask. Being preemptive worked
because I got a fair number of family members on
my side right away. My parents, brother, and sister in

(01:46):
law must have been all set to write their own posts,
but it was too late, so they didn't even bother
trying to lie much. My parents, Dan, and sister in
law had a few flying monkeys supporting them, but not
much else. Plenty of others knew how entitled they already were,
so what happened was something they all quickly understood and accepted.
There was one person in particular that called me I

(02:08):
don't know who they were, but they ranted at me
that I was a horrible brother and I needed to
make way for a real family man. I just ended
the call and blocked the number. This didn't repeat. The
week went by, and my parents showed up with Dan
at my front porch, just like they said they would
in their prioral toimatum. They rang my doorbell like crazy
and also pounded on the door until I finally answered.

(02:30):
I opened it just a crack, and they tried to
shove their way in again, but I'd installed a couple
of latch chains that prevented it, and even braced my
body against the door for good measure. My father and
brother demanded I let them in, but I said I
was recording everything on camera and would call the police
if they tried to force their way in again. My
mother calmed them down, and then, in her most sickly

(02:52):
sweet tone, asked me if I was ready to let
my brother move in. I told her and the rest
of them to buzz off and to never come back.
My mother put on the crocodile tears and asked me
why I can't just do this for Dan, because he's
my beloved brother. I laughed and then bluntly said I
do not love him as a brother because he treated
me like crap for years and they only encouraged him

(03:14):
to do so. They are terrible parents and he's a
terrible brother. Then I told them to leave or I'd
be calling police asap. They all left surprisingly easily. Apart
from my mother's loud crying and the others giving me
dirty looks, one could say making them leave was suspiciously easy.
I thought the whole mess was over, but I guess
I should have taken them more seriously because they had

(03:37):
other stupid plans. I came home later that week on
Friday evening to find a moving truck and my brother's
minivan parked in my driveway. It was Dan and his
family there moving stuff in. He just waved to me
with a grin on his face. When I saw him,
I was furious and told him and the rest of
his family to stop. But sister and Lass mugly said

(03:57):
to me that like it or not, they were moving in,
and then in the most fake way, while tilting her
head and puckering her lips, she said that it was
okay because my mommy allowed it, and I should always
listen to what my mommy tells me. I seethed with
rage just hearing those words and looking at her smug face,
so I locked myself in my truck to call the

(04:18):
cops right away. When they realized what I was doing,
sister in law started pounding on my window and yelling
at me to stop and that I can't do this
to her because she and Dan need the house. And
she cried, why catn't you just do this for Dan?
I responded with, forget Dan, It's my darn house, not his.
Then she threatened to key the side of my truck

(04:40):
unless I stopped calling the police, all of which the
nine one one operator heard thanks to the window being
slightly open. I told sister in law that if she
damaged my truck, I'd sue her, and she was smart
enough to retreat. When the police arrived, Dan and sister
in law, along with their kids, had locked themselves in
my house. I told the cops what had happened, as
well as showing them my new driver's license that had

(05:02):
my current address on it. Then, when we went to
my front door, I saw that they had changed the
lock and the old lock was laying on the porch.
With the center of it drilled out, and the drill
they used was laying right next to it with a
complete harbor freight drill bit set. Could they have been
any more stupid leaving evidence out like that? I pointed
out the broken lock and drill, then gave the police

(05:23):
a run down on all of the events that happened
prior well. I guess Dan called our parents over at
some point after I arrived home, because they showed up
while I was talking to the cops. My parents immediately
lied and started saying that I had agreed to rent
my house to my brother and his family. I said
that was an easily provable lie, one way or another.

(05:43):
So Dan and sister in law finally came out of
my house with some papers in hand. They both looked
super smug, like they had somehow outsmarted me. They had
actually drawn up and printed out a fake rental agreement,
but my signature was not on it. There was one,
but it looked nothing like my hand. I don't think
any of them have ever actually seen my signature, so

(06:04):
that was incredibly stupid on their part. I told my
parents and Dan that that was stupidly blatant fraud and
If the cops investigated, they'd easily figure that out, and
I don't think going to jail or court would do
them any good. It could even make Dan lose his job,
which is his only means of providing for his family.
I also said I would get a lawyer and sue

(06:24):
for damages if anything of mine was lost, stolen, or broken,
and i'd call the authorities too for good measure. Dan
went white and looked really scared when I said all
of that. But my mother got between us and doubled
down about how I should just do this for Dan
and live in the darn camper so that they can
finally have a family home to themselves. I yelled at

(06:44):
her that if she thought it was a good idea,
she could do it for Dan herself and let Dan
have her house instead to himself. The cops separated my
mother from me, and I said I wanted them all
out right now, or I'll press charges. I shouted about
how they had drilled out my front door lock to
break in the least papers being obvious fakes. They badly

(07:05):
forged my signature, and I have recorded video of sister
in law attacking me. Those are felonies and I could
really affect their lives with it if I wanted to,
and if they didn't leave, that's exactly what I do.
The only reason I hadn't already was for the sake
of Dan's kids, so they have one chance to just
get out. The moment my parents heard that, I think
it finally clicked that they could not force me to

(07:26):
do this for Dan. My mother surrendered and said she
had put an end to this. Then she went over
to sister in law and spoke to her quietly for
a minute while my father spoke to Dan. Sister in
law instantly started loudly crying and ripping up the fake
rental papers into tiny bits and tossing them like confetti,
only to have an officer tell her to pick them
up or he had cite them for littering. Both of

(07:49):
the cops at this point had the I don't get
paid enough for this looks on their faces. Dan starts
telling his kids to load their stuff back into the
moving truck. The kids were all crying, and the eldest
was sobbing that he won't get his own room now.
Sister in law and Dan gathered their kids up to
try and make one last pathetic attempt to guilt me
with the sad family routine you know, where they all

(08:10):
gathered together in a sort of group hug while all
facing one direction. I swear I think they had practiced
it beforehand. All of the kids had the same pleading
look with quivering mouths. Sister in law kept rubbing her
pregnant belly and tilting her head to look like a
sad puppy, and my brother just made the saddest face
he could possibly make and said, please, don't do this.

(08:31):
We need to be able to live here. But I
didn't falter and told them to keep packing. All the
kids and sister in law turned the crying up to
eleven and Dan yelled at me, are you satisfied with yourself?
You've denied us a home because you're too selfish to
share and help out family. I ended up laughing like
a maniac and retorting that what he was trying to

(08:52):
do was taking, not sharing, and no amount of crying
will make me let his family move in because he's
no brother of mine anymore, just an entitled jerk who
thinks he can take whatever he wants from me, like
when we were kids. Dan started going off on me
until the cops told him to cool it or he'd
be in cuffs, regardless of if I wanted to press
charges or not. He sucked in his lips and looked

(09:14):
like a mix of afraid and supremely upset. I asked
the cops if they could stick around until my parents, brother,
and sister in law had all left, and they said
they had no intention of going anywhere until this had
been resolved. In fact, in the next few minutes, two
cops became four as Moore drove in. For whatever reason,
that gave my parents some extra incentive to get moving.

(09:36):
I made Dan give me the keys to the new
lock he had put on my front door, though I
got another lock the next day anyway, Because I didn't
know if he had copies of the keys or not,
he was really reluctant to hand them over. Then instead
of handing them to me, he actually threw them down
the street and into a storm drain while saying to
go get them myself. But one of the cops scolded

(09:56):
him for that and made him go get them. He
had to pull the gri right off just to get
at them, and he got pretty dirty in the process.
When he got the keys back. He just grumbled, then
slammed them down into my hand. I then told them
all to leave and to never come back. My mother
said I'd be disowned for this, as if that were
some kind of threat to me, and I voiced that

(10:17):
to them. Then in an overly sarcastically way, I said
something along the lines of, oh no, that means I
won't get to come to any holidays with you guys,
where I always get treated like crap by you all, anyway,
because Dan has always been your obvious favorite. You treated
me so badly when I was growing up that if
Dan ever needs an organ donor, I wouldn't give him anything.

(10:38):
So do like you always told me to do when
I was mistreated by all of you, and just get
over it. My parents were floored after I said all
of that, and the cops were all looking pretty judgmental
at them as well. I tell you, if you want
to put nasty parents like mine on the spot, confront
them in front of cops, because they will likely not
try anything really stupid. Then my mother just started crying

(11:00):
and walked away. My father just stood there looking like
he wanted to get me, and Dan just held his
kids in defeat, oh, and sister in law was off
having a tantrum in my front lawn. Soon enough, they
all formed a line handing out boxes and got their
stuff out of my house. Nothing had been unpacked yet,
so it was all taken out pretty quickly. But while

(11:21):
doing this, my mother kept saying it wasn't too late
and I could still do it for Dan several times,
each time trying to bargain more and more to try
to make me change my mind. She said that Dan
could pay me rent if I let them stay, and
when that didn't work, she said I could move back
in with them to let Dan rent my house so
I wouldn't have to share the building. I told her

(11:41):
to shut up and keep packing boxes because I don't
want Dan or his family around, I don't want his money,
and I certainly don't want to live with him or
my parents ever again. After the way that they treated
me when I was a kid, making a deal with
my parents would be like making a deal with the
devil to me. Sister in law ended up having another
tantrum after hearing that, and threw a box down, then

(12:02):
set on the ground to have a pity party because
she didn't want to go back to sharing a house
with my parents, and she just sat looking angry and
sad there until everyone else was finished. She didn't even
want to get up when it was time to leave.
They finally got everything out of the house and into
the truck, so before they left, I laid into my
parents one last time about all of the crap that

(12:22):
they put me through growing up, and with four cops
being right there, they couldn't do much other than stand
there and take it. For once, I called them out
on so many things that happened, and even pointed out
how they couldn't just do something nice for me, like
letting me stay over with my camper when I was
homeless and trying to get back on my feet. How
they let Dan and sister in law ridicule me and

(12:43):
call me a bomb. Well, who's the bomb now? They
wanted to kick me out of my own house so
Dan could stay in it free of charge, yet when
I needed a place to go, they wanted to gouge
me for more than I could afford just to park
my camper. When they knew I was out of the job.
There were more extremely judgmental stares from the cops when
I said all of that, so I put my parents

(13:03):
on the spot one more time and ask them what
I ever did other than being born to deserve being
treated so badly, Because when I finally have a bit
of success in life, they want to snatch it away
from me for their favorite kid, since they had rather
I give everything to Dan and have nothing for myself.
I bought my house using the money that I earned.
I owed them nothing, and I won't be asking anything

(13:24):
from them ever again, because clearly I will never be
anything more than a doormat or a cash cow in
their eyes. I got no answers from them. They just
stood there looking like a fish out of water. So
I continued ranting and asked them what in God's name
made them think they were such good parents. After all
of that, my father's face was red, but more from

(13:45):
embarrassment than anger this time, and my mother was crying
that she was a horrible person. I bluntly agreed that
she is a horrible person. They all are, and they
knew it. But if I'd called them out on all
this stuff in private instead of in public, they'd just
get mad at me and still act like I'm in
the wrong. They just kept up the denial for so
long that it became a part of who they are.

(14:06):
My mother buried her face and my father's jacket to cry,
and my father looked more defeated than I've ever seen him.
Dan and his family avoided me entirely. As they finished
putting everything back in the moving truck. I made sure
nothing of mine was stolen, not that I'd had a
chance to get much furniture, yet I was lucky to
even have a couch at that time. They all got
back into their vehicles and sister in law just stood

(14:28):
staring at me with malice until my brother finally got
her to drive the mini van home. And as soon
as they were all gone, I got back online again
and spilled the beans about what happened. My parents were
too embarrassed to even try and defend their actions this time,
and while the family was somewhat split before this incident,
it was now a landslide in my favor. Nearly all

(14:48):
of the family has sided with me after this incident,
and those who haven't simply aren't siding with anybody. No
matter how much my parents previously tried the we did
it for Dan line, no one listened any more. So
when he remaining familial support that they had is now gone.
Many in the family who I expected wouldn't side with
me did. That includes the former flying monkeys, So I

(15:10):
guess they finally had enough. Around that time, I offered
to host half the family at next Christmas, even my
new house. My parents were not invited. I wasn't blocked
on my brother and sister in law's profiles, surprisingly, and
I saw sister in law had her fourth baby in
early November. They're still living with my parents. I'm pretty
sure they knew that I was watching, because sister in

(15:31):
law kept making passive aggressive posts every couple of weeks
or so about not having enough space while living with
my parents, probably to see if she can still guilt me.
And I'm sure it's driving my mother and father up
the wall because they aren't getting any peace and quiet
in their old age with three rowdy, obnoxious kids, a
mentally unstable sister in law, my golden child brother, and

(15:52):
a newborn baby in the house all at once. Perhaps
they could move into a camper in their own back
yard and let Dan take over the house completely. They
might get some peace. Then, Yeah, they could do that
for Dan. There was supposed to be more, but this
post got way too long, so I'll be posting a
part three later that time. The company lawyers told me

(16:12):
to contact law enforcement. This took place years ago, but
still makes me laugh at the sheer stupidity of it all.
It starts, as all truly great sagas published on the
Internet begin, when I met a random guy through a
friend at a bar in the city. Let's call the
guy I met Mark. For the purpose of this post.
My friend had introduced me to Mark because for a
few years leading up to that introduction, I shared an

(16:34):
idea I had for a business with anyone who would listen.
I was told Mark wanted to start his own business,
had worked in the industry, knew a lot about the
subject matter required, and thought my idea was good. Mark
and I met up for a lunch. We hit it off.
He said he'd start the business as the CEO and
agreed to me taking a part time operational role. I

(16:55):
agreed to help solely in a part time operational role
because I couldn't afford to quit my day job. I
put in fifteen percent of the cash for five percent ownership.
Since Mark was going to put in founder hours eighty
plus hours a week and agreed to put up eighty
five percent of the cash, which was more money than
I could afford to risk on a new venture. I
worked part time. I did what I said I would do.

(17:17):
I even tried to be of assistance on things I
had no experience with. I connected Mark with a fellow
I had done business with before. We'll call him Paul.
Paul and I got into a dispute ourselves. More on
this later, anyway, Let's fast forward a few months and
I got into a dispute with Mark over stationary. Yes,
Stationary not being to his liking caused him to flip out.

(17:38):
This was despite him picking the stationery out next up.
The contract I got from Mark was not quite what
we agreed. The legal work required a few months to
get done, and I had expected delays, But when I
finally got it, the paperwork didn't represent what I had
agreed to own. Not only that, but my investment wasn't
being acknowledged under the terms we had committed to when

(17:59):
I put the money in. Now, as I said, I
wasn't able to risk much money, and I only invested
what I could afford to lose. So this wasn't a
huge sum of money. I didn't want to make a
big deal about it since the amount was small, and
he began promising a new contract when the business could
pay for the lawyers to make changes. I signed nothing.
Then it worsened. Mark and I start to fight any

(18:20):
time we're in a room together. As I think back,
it's almost comical how angry he would get in my presence.
I have other things to do with my time than
squabble over stuff like stationary. So I worked on my
areas of the business and hope things would grow. I
stopped in whenever I could, and would help out regularly
as needed, with as little Mark interaction as possible. Paul

(18:41):
would intervene sometimes when Mark would get particularly difficult to
be around. Anyway, fast forward about two years and Mark
can help but tell everyone who will listen that the
business is going well. I have no idea how well
things are going because Mark isn't giving me any updates.
I get a call around Christmas from Mark. He wishes
me a happy, hot holiday, then drops the bomb on

(19:01):
me that he wants to terminate my involvement and refund
my investment. I decline the investment refund and say I'm
happy to no longer work with them. In my head,
I think it's kind of hilarious that he thinks this
will just end that easily, but I say nothing to
that accord to him, Mark and I hang up with
him aggravated about my refusal to take the refund on
my investment. Mark then sends me an email that I

(19:23):
had resigned. This had no basis in fact, but certainly
was creative about what we had just discussed. I correct
him immediately in a reply, stating that he wanted to
no longer work together and that I can see that
being the case, but want to discuss my investment. A
few days later, Mark demands I come pick up a
check for a reimbursement of my investment. I do not

(19:44):
come and get it. Next thing, you know, the company
attorney huffs and puffs and tries to scare me with
some strongly worded letter. This is the same idiot attorney
who messed up my contract to work on the business
and my investment agreement. Let's call this attorney mister Cohne.
For the sake of this, I send an email response
to mister Cohne that he messed up the company seems

(20:05):
to be doing well, that I hear rumors about how
well that I want to be on this for the
foreseeable future, and I will not take a one to
one cash for what I put in. The attorney then
emails me back stating and writing that Mark never accepted
my electronic transfer into the company account. Instead, Mark has
another company. He accepted the money into, a company that's

(20:25):
different from the name of the recipient on my electronic transfer,
a company that would be committing wirefraud to accept the
money I sent. On that note, I did some sleuthing online.
I found out Mark had been forming one company every
month or two. Then there were media reports and documents
he let slip, and shared drives he forgot I had
access to from when we agreed to work together. Mark

(20:47):
was too cheap and stupid to pay for tech help,
so he was using my shared folders I had created,
and I certainly wasn't obligated to turn off the shares
if he wanted to work out of them. Those documents
showed me Mark had recently raised money in the company
I sent the payment to at two hundred times the
valuation I had bought into it at, and Mark didn't
disclose my investment to the new investors. Mark had, however,

(21:09):
put me on documents showing my ownership to previous investors,
not on documents I had ever seen before, but documents
he had been sending around. When I share my suspicions
that Mark is committing wire fraud with mister Cohn, I'm
told I'm the one breaking the law by knowing anything
about the investment documents the company has used. Mister Cone
tells me that by not picking up my check, I

(21:30):
will not be entitled to any money and to contact
law enforcement if I think something illegal has happened. Hey
cautions though, that I'll be the one in trouble cue
the malicious compliance. I let the different respective members of
the Securities in Exchange Commission, along with law enforcement, know
what happened to me. I provided them all of the
documents I had from the matter. It took about five

(21:51):
years for this investigation to conclude, for charges to be brought,
for a trial to conclude, and for Mark to go
to jail. They say government is slow, but they kidding
with just how slow. Maybe it was slow because Mark
was running a large, tens of millions of dollars large fraud. Anyway,
Mark will be serving time for about thirty felony charges

(22:11):
they found uncovering the details of his Ponzi scheme. He
will be away for a long time. I never did
anything wrong with the information I was able to provide.
Mister Cohne ended up getting disbarred. There were other things
mister Cohne did outside of what is shared in this
post that I cannot share or it could help to
identify me to the folks involved. The investigators credited me

(22:33):
with bringing the wire fraud to their attention. I lost
my money in this ordeal, but gained an education and
I got to help bring down a crook. The sheer
stupidity of Mark is that he didn't even follow the
business plan I had. He just used it as a
story to convince investors to give him money. It's a
business model that works very, very well. It took a
few more years, but I'm now in a position to

(22:54):
be pursuing this business full time with people of high
integrity who all work together to ensure each each other's success.
We expect to have an extremely profitable year in twenty
twenty three after proving the business model worked in twenty
twenty two, have me sign a weird contract or I fail. Okay,
last semester I had to take a class from a
professor who wasn't bad as being incompetent, but definitely was

(23:18):
one of those I have a new way to teach
that I developed kind of professors. She also gave the
vaguest instructions on what she did want and her turned
in work, and didn't believe in study guides as she
wanted to encourage reading the material. Honestly, I got more
out of the book than her class, and buying the
book alone would have been far cheaper. Trying to get
direction out of this lady was worse than trying to

(23:40):
pull teeth met with mostly do your best. On top
of this, she apparently handed out a grading contract on
the first day to everyone we had to sign and return.
I missed this due to being sick, so I didn't
get it until later. Said contract basically boiled down to
indicating what grade you wanted at the start of the semester.

(24:00):
You either met the conditions for that grade or you
would fail. So basically, by saying you wanted an A,
you either met the qualifications for an A or you
could fail. Even if you could have gotten a B
or a C. Instead, if you decided to play it
safe with saying you wanted a C, even if you
exceeded and would normally get a B or an A,
you would just get a C. So to cut out

(24:21):
a lot of the drama of the semester, two things,
first being I had surgery at the beginning of the semester.
Second is I was working full time while at school
to pay for said school. Both ended up with me
missing a lot of work, and normally I would just
cut my losses, except I'm very close to my degree
and my professor said I could make up the work
otherwise I would fail. I need to retake the class

(24:43):
anyway in the spring, so I decided I had nothing
to lose and buckle down with basically getting next to
no sleep for weeks. I had over a month and
a half at least amount of work and two weeks
to do it in now. Finally, this is where the
malicious compliance comes in. During an exchange where I was
emailing my work, she told me I still hadn't done
her contract, which at that point only a few weeks

(25:05):
out from finals. I didn't get the point, but she
told me, either I did the contract or I would fail.
She also had let slip that not doing the final
would drop you a letter grade, but not fail you,
the only exception to her weird contract that wasn't in it,
and one I confirmed very deliberately in writing. At this point,
I was bone tired and honestly forcing myself to continue

(25:27):
working on anything, which may not sound like much, but
with my mental health history, was herculean effort. I just
wanted the pain to stop and a full night's rest.
So I decided if not doing the final just drop
me by a letter grade, then I would just do
the work for a B and end up with the
grade I thought was fair for how the semester had gone.
This meant for even more work, but it also meant

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I didn't need to worry about a final and could
finally just sleep, which I explained as much to the
professor when she asked me why I didn't have a
final turned in on the last day. That so far
has been the last I ever spoke to or seene
of her. Imagine my surprise when I actually ended up
with a B in her class. Personally, I take this
to be her never wanting me in her class again,

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and I don't know if it makes me a jerk overall,
but I do know she apparently has it now that
not doing the final is an automatic d So sorry
to anyone who got her after me. Am I the
jerk for telling my son he has to go to university,
get a job, or get out. My wife and I
have three kids. They're seventeen, fifteen, and ten. My oldest

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has no intention to do anything after high school, at
least none that he's made clear to us, so I
gave him the same ultimatum my parents gave me. Either
go to university, get a job, or get out. I
chose to travel the world for two years. I had
a lot of sailing experience, and my father had a
lot of friends in that community, so I was able
to sail around the world, earning money and working my

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butt off. It wasn't a two year vacation. My family
is well off, and I could have chosen an indolent life,
but I knew I would be a disappointment if I
chose that, so when I got back, I enrolled in
university and eventually went to work for the family business.
My wife thinks that I'm being unfair to our poor
baby boy, by throwing him out into the world. I'm

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not We have the money to pay for his university.
We have the money for all three kids. My middle
child will probably end up with a good chunk of
it in her pocket. She's on track for an academic
as well as a golf scholarship. The ten year old
is ten, and who knows what he's going to do,
but he knows the plan. We have not been secretive
about this rule. My wife and I agreed that we

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would raise productive members of society before we got engaged.
Her and my son think I'm being cruel to expect
him to fend for himself at eighteen. I've offered him
multiple opportunities to do other things. He has no interest
in anything beyond his computer. I'm at a loss. I
don't think I'm wrong for expecting an adult to be
an adult. My parents have already told him that they

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will not be giving him any money if he isn't
in school or working. My wife is threatening to use
her salary to support him. I don't have any say
in that. I won't actually kick him out of the house,
but I will stop paying his bills and cut off
our grocery budget. By twenty percent. If she wants to
work so he doesn't have to, then there's nothing I
can do about that. It's not fending for oneself. When

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the parent tells the kids, go to university, we pay
for it. You stay under our roof or work, keep
your money to yourself. You stay under our roof, or
choose to do nothing with your life, and you'll have
to fend for yourself. Not at all. You don't even
give him ultimatums about what to study or what job
to take. He could bum around from major to major
or from minimum wage job to another while figuring out

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what he wants to do with his life. With all
expenses paid. He's not going to get sudden inspiration on
how to spend his adult life by staying home and
doing nothing. Not the jerk for actually parenting your kid. Well,
what do you think? Is OPI a jerk or not?
Please let us know. Am I the jerk for refusing
a person a plate after they showed up uninvited? Everyone

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is in their mid to late twenties. My boyfriend and
I have been hosting Monday night dinner parties at our
apartment for about a year. It's not every week, but
most I have food allergies and it's hard to go out,
so this has been a good alternative. About two months ago,
an old high school friend, Layla, moved to my city
with her fiance Lucas, and I started inviting them to

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our dinners. Lucas is insufferable. He will never try again
his food before adding additional seasoning, which is a pet
peeve of mine. But I could get over it if
he ate it, but it ends up directly in the trash.
He'll add a bunch of salt to an already salted dish,
take one bite and then say ew, it's too salty,
or dump a ton of red pepper on it and

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then complain that it's too spicy, et cetera. It's like
he's deliberately ruining his plate so he can complain about it.
It's probably petty, but it really gets under my skin,
and it bugs my boyfriend too, to toss out food
that would have been perfectly good without his tampering. I
put up with this for five dinners, and then I
stopped inviting them. I've still texted and met with Layla

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for coffee, but I haven't extended another dinner invite. They
showed up this Monday without an invite. Right as we
were starting dinner, Lucas sat down and started filling a
plate before my boyfriend stopped him and told him he
wasn't welcome to waste more of our food. It turned
into an argument where Lucas insisted he shouldn't be forced
to eat things he doesn't like, and I got angry

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and told him how could he be forced when he
wasn't even invited. Voices were raised, and eventually Layla and
Lucas left, but the mood was ruined for the night.
Everyone who was present agreed with me, but I guess
Layla either told our old friend group or posted about it,
because I've gotten an odd amount of texts from people
I haven't talked to in years calling me a jerk
for kicking them out over my bad cooking. It's not

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bad cooking, so maybe I am. A small update, I
received a very enlightening text from an old friend that
Layla has kept close with. Apparently Lucas did not want
to move at all, but Layla was offered an amazing
opportunity here, so he agreed. According to this friend, Lucas
has also sabotaged Happy Hour with her new coworkers, and

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always coincidentally needs her at home whenever she wants to
go out with new friends. It seems like he is
maybe trying to make her unhappy socially here so she'll
be willing to move back home. I feel a little
guilty for not picking up on this sooner, but I'm
grateful for the perspective. I plan to reach out to
Layla tomorrow and see if we can have a real
talk about her situation, not the jerk. While you don't

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owe it to them, I think it might have gone
over better to have talked to Layla while you were
having coffee, to let her know that his behavior is
insulting and wasteful, and that you wouldn't be inviting him
to any more dinners if he continued. Unless you explicitly
told them, you can't assume they knew it was bothering you.
As reasonable and understandable as your position is, I'm sorry
to hear that this happened, but I hope you have

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lovely dinner nights moving forward. How nice of you and
your boyfriend to host this regularly, not the jerk. Make
sure you respond to everyone telling them that one Lucas
and Layla showed up unannounced and uninvited to your home
for your dinner party. Two Lucas helped himself to your
dinner without asking or being invited to it, and you
were not planning on two extra guests. Then Lucas got

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mad at your boyfriend when he was stopped because he
was not welcome to it. Three Lucas has behaved very
rudely the first and only five times he's been properly
invited to your dinner parties, and has not been invited
back since because of his inappropriate behavior and wasteful conduct. Therefore,
you will not tolerate anyone's disrespect and offensive comments, especially

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