Wild Karen Goes on Rampage Over Coffee... I Woke Up In The Hospital! - Reddit Stories

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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 will be reading today.
Crazy woman assaults me for not knowing where the coffee is.
After that, my mother in law tried to stop my
wife's life saving treatments. And after that, no vacation or
paid time off until October. Okay, I'm taking all of

(00:21):
October off now. For every thumbs up, this video gits one.
Karen does not get to have any coffee. Don't mess
with my mocha, Reddit boy, so please smash that like
button and subscribe and turn on notifications for new stories
from Reddit. Every single day. Crazy woman assaults me for
not knowing where the coffee is. Some of these stories

(00:42):
have reminded me of an encounter that I had about
seven years ago. I was keeping a very detailed diary
at this point, so I have all the details logged
as well as all the info that I got afterwards.
A little bit of background is in order here. I
grew up in a horrible household until I had finally
saved up enough money and mustard up enough courage to leave.

(01:03):
I had moved to a different town about two hours
by train, found myself a small apartment and a quiet
job as an office assistant. I also have started therapy
as soon as I settled in. With all that out
of the way, let's get to the actual encounter. It
was about ten months after my move. One Saturday, after
a really long crying episode, I went to the fridge

(01:23):
to find out it was empty and I needed to
go get some groceries unless I wanted to eat crackers
and pickle water. I totally wasn't in any shape to
go anywhere where there might be other people, but it
was my fault for postponing the trip for so long,
so I just pushed myself to get dressed, brush my
teeth and my hair, grab a shopping basket and go
to the nearest supermarket, which is actually the same chain

(01:45):
I used to work out prior to this. So I
walked into the shop already shaking and anxious and try
not to attract any attention to myself whatsoever. I grab
a bit of produce, a carton of milk, several packets
of ham and cheese, some yogurt. I'm almos almost done.
Just a bag of sugar, some pasta and ketchup and
I can ball to the register. When someone taps me

(02:06):
on the shoulder, and I'm immediately triggered, meaning most of
my systems shut down in order not to do something stupid.
I slowly turn around to see an angry looking woman
that could be my mother, which is acting as another trigger,
nervously tapping her foot on the floor. M uh, can
I help you? I managed to get out through the
fog because my polite system stays operational at all times.

(02:30):
About time you noticed me, I've been talking to you
for about three minutes by now, where is that coffee
that's supposed to be on sale? It takes me a
while to process what she's saying and formulate an answer.
I Uh, I don't know. I don't drink coffee.

Speaker 2 (02:47):
Gotter your bean, You don't drink coffee. I didn't ask
if you drink it, you dim it. I asked you
where I can buy it. At this point, the ladies
practically screaming at me, at which point I start to
be away from her, and then everything goes blank. The
next thing I knew, I was staring at a hospital
ceiling with a throbbing pain at the back of my

(03:07):
head and a nurse leaning over me asking me how
I'm feeling, to which I'm asking her what day and
time it is and what happened. She frowns and says,
it's Sunday, eight pm, and apparently you hit that shelf
pretty hard. I just let myself fall asleep again because
I seriously wasn't in any shape the thing straight at
that point. On Monday, my therapist came help me call

(03:31):
my workplace since I definitely wasn't coming to work for
a couple of days. Then two police officers came in
to take my testimony and ask if I wanted to
press charges, which has taken me back like me suing
someone for what. Apparently after I started backing away from
the woman, I shut down for good and started frantically
pleading with her too, please not hurt me, while she

(03:52):
continued to scream and closed in on me until I
could not step back any further, at which point she
got so upset she grabbed my shoe and yanked me
to her to be close to my face, to which
I have instinctively reacted by pushing her away with as
much force as I could since she didn't expect retaliation.
She lost her balance, let go of my shirt, and
we both went backwards. She landed on the tile floor

(04:15):
while I hit the shelf behind me head first. The
security guard and one of the employees got there at
about the same time, so they saw his fight and fall.
The security guy went to help the Karen still screaming
at the top of her lungs that she wants me
fired for being rude, while I was curled up on
the floor, hands around my head, crying and promising I'll

(04:36):
be good, just please stop anyway.

Speaker 1 (04:39):
Police and paramedics came. Officers scooped up Karen after seeing
the camera footage, while paramedics scooped up me and got
me to the hospital with a fine brain concussion. It
has turned out that Karen was originally from the same
town as me and saw me working at that supermarket regularly,
so when she happened to be in a different town,
it didn't occur to her that I'm not working working

(05:00):
in that particular store. And since she was somehow acquainted
with my mother, who most likely told her how much
she didn't like me, she treated me accordingly, or at
least that's my conclusion. To this day, I'm not aware
of any other interaction between us other than this. I
ended up pressing charges after consulting my therapist. I think
Karen got charged with assault, destroying property, and something I

(05:22):
don't really remember, and apparently didn't bother writing down, and
ended up in jail for two years. Since I've got
a head injury, and my lawyer didn't miss the opportunity
to throw in my mental health state as well. I
didn't set foot in that supermarket for at least a
year afterwards, just bought a new shopping basket and went elsewhere.
When I eventually did go back, I ran into that

(05:42):
employee that was there during the incident and they told
me a couple details the police and doctors omitted, like
the point where I was crying and begging on the floor.
I've had a couple more encounters with Karen's after that,
in various places, but by that time I was fortunately
way better off mentally and never broke down like that
again in public, which is also why I'm able to
write about this now, at least anonymously. Like this, my

(06:06):
mother in law tried to stop my wife's life saving treatments.
Allow me to introduce you to my late mother in law.
I'll call her Carol, for the sake of variety. Though
I've heard many stories about her, for the most part,
I'll stick with things that I witnessed myself. There are
enough of them. I don't think Carol ever met a
New Age concept that she didn't like. Her expressed goal

(06:28):
was to synthesize all religion, science, and mysticism into a
unified whole, all of it. To this end, she amassed
a large collection of books and stranger objects from her travels,
with a special focus on healing. Her library had volumes
about vibration, manipulation, curative trampolining, homeopathic color therapy, and on

(06:49):
and on. I'm not joking or exaggerating here. Her shelves
had lots of admittedly pretty mineral crystals, along with bottles
of magic goddess essence, water evaporated away, and bogus radon
protectors powered by diagrams of geometric figures. Her favorite book,
based on the number of vannotations and sticky notes, was

(07:10):
hundreds of pages of word salad about spiritual beings from
the star Arcturus. That's Arcturus spelled with an H because
of H. Bar Plank's constant from physics. Her pentagonal home
was custom built around an energy vortex that she discovered
in the coastal peaks of British Columbia. My wife got
the heck out at age seventeen and moved across the

(07:32):
country to go to university. For most of the time
after that, she went relatively low contact. A decade ago,
my wife suffered from a surgical error which resulted in
abdominal sepsis, and asked me to call her mother. That
made me understand just how deathly serious the situation was.
I was to call in the family for what might
be the last time. I hadn't grasped that her life

(07:54):
was truly at risk until that point. Nothing less would
have induced her to try to get her mother to visit.
To her credit, Carol did hurry out for what was
supposed to be a couple of weeks. It was expected
that in that time my wife would either pass on
or be on the road to recovery. Carol stayed in
our home and at first things didn't go too badly.

(08:14):
For the most part, we just didn't talk about the
treatments that my wife was undergoing. Carol did express concern
about the antibiotics that were being given, since, according to
her own views, antibiotics did nothing but harm. But a
couple of weeks stretched into a couple of months, and
Carol became harder to live with. She was angry when
I stroked my wife's hair with my hand because I

(08:35):
was blocking the energy from her chakra. She started blaming
me for having somehow caused the nausea that the botch
surgery was supposed to cure. I drove her out to
pick up a magical concoction of essential oils on the
condition that she checked with one of the doctors before
applying them. I pointed out that if the mixture had
the power to heal, then it also had the power

(08:56):
to cause harm, which Carol denied. When we got back
to the High Hospital, I nabbed one of the residents
when we reached my wife's floor to ask about that.
Carol became furious about that, and it was clear that
she had no intention of talking with the doctors at home.
She got worse with me. She was claiming that I
was mistreating my wife by not letting her have her

(09:16):
things in the house. At that point, I lost my temper.
The first time I'd yelled at a person and literally
a couple of decades. I told her that almost everything
in sight was actually her daughter's, displacing my stuff. The sofas,
the piano, table and chairs, the bookshelves, and the electronics.
The shells for the CDs and DVDs were mine, but

(09:37):
half the contents were hers. Carol wanted to know if
I'd be continuing the herbal remedies after she left, and
I told her that that was up to my wife.
I'd continue them if she wanted, I'd stop them if
she preferred. Carol screamed that I was mistreating my wife
by following her own wishes rather than her mother's. On
the night before Carol was finally supposed to be heading out,

(09:58):
I was restless, particular nightmare was about to end, but
my wife was still quite ill. I got to thinking
about that essential oil mixture, which included both oil of
cloves and oil of cinnamon. Those are both strongly irritating
off left on the skin, and Carol had been painting
my wife's feet with the stuff. Her feet were apparently
the correct energy points to draw out the infection. I

(10:21):
went online and found the manufacture's instructions, which specified that
the oil needed to be significantly diluted with some neutral
oil if it was going to be applied to the skin.
Carol hadn't even been using this stuff properly. Well, that
explained why this skin on my wife's feet was yellow
and starting to peel. But Carol was furious when I
calmly pointed out the problems that she was creating out

(10:42):
of ignorance. A few days after Carol left, my wife
took a turn for the worse and had to go
back into the intensive care unit. And I dreaded the
phone call that I had to make, not because of
the bad news, but because I anticipated how Carol would react,
and she didn't disappoint. If you really loved her, you'd
put her back on the herbal oil and stop the antibiotics.

(11:03):
You know perfectly well they won't do anything. At which
point I hung up. I had other things to worry about.
My wife pulled through after months in the hospital and
three stays in the ICU, she's still in poor health.
I told her that I was putting my foot down
under no circumstances. Was her mother welcome under my roof again?
I didn't care about the family custom that family members

(11:25):
were always welcome to stay as guests. I would not
stay under the same roof as her mother. Having heard
my stories and based on her own experiences, my wife agreed.
A few years ago, Carol passed much as she had lived.
She was diagnosed with metastasized lung cancer. Although she did
undergo some real medical therapies, she relied mostly on her

(11:46):
quack remedies paw paw twig, powder weigh protein, immune boosters,
and the like, the usual crap that ethics free swindlers
pawn off on desperate sufferers. She firmly believed that all
the little white spots on her life X rays were
a good sign, and that her rapid weight loss indicated
that her boosters were draining the cancer away. If there's

(12:06):
some existence after death, I hope she came to appreciate
all of the harm that she did in life. Except
a couple of nights after she passed, I was driving
from the hospital back to the Energy Vortex house. The
rental cars navigation device suggested a shorter route that I'd
taken to get there, but that route turned into a
back road, into a rough road in the hills, into

(12:28):
a track through the forest, and in pitch darkness, apart
from my headlights, over a rocky bump and directly into
a tree trunk. Luckily I was traveling slowly and I
stopped in time. As I paused, shaken, I got to
wondering if there might be something to Carroll's worldview after all,
and if her vengeful spirit might have possessed the GPS device,

(12:49):
making one last try at getting revenge on me. No
vacation or paid time off until October. Okay, I'm taking
all of October off. Something happened at my husband's work
last night that reminded me of this decade old story.
For context, at the time, my husband worked over nights
at one of the largest supermarket operators in North America.

(13:11):
I was about six months pregnant, and the store he
worked in had a change in who the store manager was.
And when I went shopping, I used either a wheelchair
or a scooter with a card on it due to
a disability that makes it difficult for me to walk
under normal circumstances. Background Originally, we had felt pretty lucky
that between all the pregnancy tests I had done to
confirm that yes, I am in fact pregnant, and the

(13:33):
ultrasound the earliest and latest due date we had been given,
all fell in the first week of September, so my
husband had planned to use one of his weeks of
vacation that week and then use his paternity leave after
that week so he would be able to be there
while I was at the hospital in recovery and for
the first days of our baby's life. His boss seemed
genuinely confused by the request. He was twenty two single

(13:56):
and called his truck his baby, but he had said
something along the lines of hey, man, it's your vacation,
you should use it how you want to. Then about
a week later, I came home from one of my
doctor's appointments to a message on the answering machine saying, unfortunately,
I have to deny your request for vacation importunity leave
in September as someone with more seniority has put in

(14:17):
for those days off as well. I hope this doesn't
cause problems between you and your wife. I burst into
tears on the spot, but my husband said he'd go
talk to the person who requested those days off, explain
that he asked for that time off because it's when
the baby is due, and see if he could offer
them something to give him those days off instead. Unfortunately,
it was one of his coworkers who was going to

(14:39):
have major surgery and needed that time off to recover,
so we couldn't ask him to trade vacation weeks with us.
My husband put in for time off for the second
week in September and it's denied. Then he tries the
third week and is denied again, but this time his
boss tells him that he won't be able to use
any of his vacation until October due to his position
and who has time off off cue the malicious compliance.

(15:03):
We realized that because this boss was new, he probably
didn't realize that my husband had been saving all of
his vacation days PTO and paternity to leave. When we
added up all the time, it amounted to three weeks
of time off, and if we worked it around to
start around when his day's off were, he would be
able to be home with the baby from October first
until November ninth. His coworkers on the night crew and

(15:25):
several of his friends on the morning crew felt that
he had been seriously done over by the new boss,
so they got in on this plan with us. We
waited until the boss day off, and that's when my
husband put in the schedule for the time off he
was requesting, which was approved by the scheduling manager and
the night crew manager. This was in July, so the
only thing left to do was wait. Our baby was

(15:46):
born in the early hours of the morning, about two
days before our earliest due date, after twenty nine hours
of stage two and stage three labor. I ended up
having an induction due to the fact that I had
been in early stage labor since the beginning of August
and it just wasn't progressing. When my husband called the
night shift manager to say that I was going to
the hospital to give birth. He told my husband to

(16:08):
call in if he was going to miss any more
days off work, and that they would make sure it
got covered. It wasn't PTO, but it was considered an
excused absence. After I came home from the hospital, my
mom started staying overnight with us temporarily to help out
preparing meals, taking care of the dog, and the household
chores so I could focus on taking care of myself
and the baby. That first month home was pretty rough,

(16:30):
so I was relieved when October rolled around and I
finally had his help twenty four to seven and my
mom was able to take a break the aftermath. First
up was the three days of paternity leave. On the
morning of the fifth day of this forty day long vacation,
the boss woke me up at six a m. Wanting
to talk to my husband. I told him he was
feeding the baby and asked why he was calling. He

(16:52):
said he was checking in to see why my husband
no call, no show the night before, and I said, sarcastically,
Oh no, that's terrible. I'll go get him for you.
I put the phone on speaker so my husband can
talk to his boss while he's feeding the baby, so
I get to hear everything. The boss very smugly and
form my husband that his paternity to leave was over

(17:12):
and since he didn't come in the night before, he
would be written up for a no call, no show.
My husband said, yes, I know, my paternity leave is over,
but my first vacation week started last night. Boss. First
vacation week, husband, Yeah, I have three. I was going
to use one in September, one in October, and one
in November, but since you told me I couldn't use

(17:34):
any paid time off until October, I decided to just
take all of October off to be with my wife
a newborn. Boss, I'll call you back after I look
into this. I don't know how I managed to stay
silent and not laugh at this conversation, but somehow I did.
We got a call back later that day that went
something like this, Boss, Yeah, I'm going to need you

(17:55):
to come into work tonight. I never would have approved
your request for time off if I knew you were
tooking the whole month off. Husband. You didn't approve it.
The night manager and scheduling manager both approved this, So
I'm not coming in tonight. Boss, clearly thinking this is
a gotcha moment, I didn't approve it, and I need
you to come in tonight, so you'll be here at
ten on your regular schedule for the rest of the

(18:17):
month or you'll be written up. Husband, No, I won't.
I submitted the request in July and you never denied
my request. It's been approved by the other managers and
it's already started, so it's too late for you to
deny it now. Boss. I'll call you back. After that,
my husband called the union steward to confirm that he
was in the clear, and they say that he is.

(18:38):
We got another call the following Sunday, which was my
husband's next day off, asking if he would be coming
in that night since he wasn't listed as being on
vacation in the system. Husband, am I on the schedule? Boss? No, Husband,
then it's my night off, so no. He hung up
after that, but we got a call like that every
night my husband wasn't on this schedule to being one

(19:00):
of his regular days off and him not being marked
as being on vacation in the system. Some of the
ladies in the bakery and deli section of the store
put together a card shower for us and gave them
gift cards, since we never said anything to them about
when my baby shower was or where we were registered oops.
Later that week, I made a trip into the store
one afternoon to pick up some stuff and introduce them

(19:22):
to the baby, and my mom came along too. While
we were over there, the store manager came up and said,
you must be husband's wife. I was feeling petty, so
I pointed out that we would have met sooner if
he didn't have a habit of running away and hiding
in his office when customers approached him. I don't know
if that irritated him or if he was planning on
saying this next anyway, But the next words out of

(19:44):
his mouth were, you don't look like you need help
with the baby. Husband said he was taking time off
to help you with the baby because you have a disability,
but I guess you don't need it, huh. The bakery
deli ladies glared at him, and my mom went pale
because she knows I usually react very strong, wrongly to
those kinds of comments. But my mom also raised me
to be civil and mannerly, so I just smiled and said,

(20:06):
I hope you don't speak to your employees like that.
That can get you fired, Bless your heart. And one
of his employees told him I was right, so he
sulked off. He seemed so desperate to find any reason
he could to force my husband to come back to
work before the end of the month. I started wondering
if he was being petty and might try to retaliate
after my husband came back to work, or if he

(20:27):
was just desperate. So I called one of my husband's coworkers.
Remember when I said new boss was twenty two. Well,
he also had a habit of bragging about how he
started working for the company as a cashier when he
was seventeen and worked his way up to management in
just five years. At some point after the baby was born,
district came and did a walk through, and it turned
out his dad was the district manager and he didn't

(20:50):
work his way up to management. He was a nepotism
baby that burned bridges with more than a few employees.
Then he turned up in a brand new truck and
said with the year end bonus he was going to get,
he could pay it off, and in one go, several
employees walked, including two on the night crew. Since my
husband was on paternity leave, he had to work overnights

(21:11):
to make up the slack. He had never showed up
to cover overnights when they were shorthanded before that, so
we figured he was desperate to get my husband to
come back because working overnights was cutting into his dating time. Finally,
the end of my husband's vacation time came and his
boss called again. Boss, you used up your paternity leave
and your vacation weeks. You're coming in tonight, right, husband, No,

(21:34):
I still have pto days left this year, and since
I won't be able to use them all between November
and the end of December and they don't roll over
into next year. I decided to take them now, Boss, well,
when are you coming back to work? Husband? November tenth.
Boss called back the next day to tell my husband
that actually he had used up his paternity leave while

(21:54):
we were at the hospital giving birth, so he would
have to use PTO to cover that, And actually he
had used a week of PTO when he took me
to the hospital with fake labor, so actually he would
be coming back to work on November first. My husband
called the union steward and filed a complaint that his
boss was retroactively deciding what counted as paternity leave and
what counted as PTO and trying to force him to

(22:17):
use PTO days to cover days where he either went
in late or left for a couple hours and then
came back and stayed late to make up the missed hours.
He went in to fill out some paperwork, and we
didn't hear from his boss again between then and when
he got replaced at the end of the following January.
Am I the jerk for making a Braddy teen way
herself at the top of a water slide? I work

(22:38):
as a lifeguard at a water park. And part of
my job includes managing the top of the water slides.
I'm to make sure that no one does anything dangerous
like going face first, cramming too many people in one
inn or two, etc. I'm also instructed to ask anyone
who looks like they could be over the weight limit
two hundred and fifty pounds to weigh themselves on our
scale and deny them entry if they refuse. I'm not

(23:00):
super comfortable with this, but it's much better than risking
people's safety. Here lies the problem. I lift weights, and
for this reason I am very dense. I weigh one
hundred eighty five pounds, but somehow weigh a size six.
Most of my friends also lift and have similar body
compositions to me. For this reason, I have trouble estimating
how much someone actually weighs. This problem presented itself last

(23:23):
weekend when an overweight teenager wanted to ride the slide.
She most likely wasn't over two hundred fifty pounds, but
I couldn't be certain. I've gotten way better at estimating weights,
but my supervisor says, if there's any chance that they're
over two fifty, to weigh them, So I approached her
gently and asked her to please get on the scale.
She met me with a snarky teenager attitude and said,

(23:45):
what if I refuse? She was with a group of teenagers,
some of whom were giggling. Then you won't be allowed
on the slide, I said, matter of factly. She rolled
her eyes and got on the scale, and her weight
wasn't even close to two fifty, so I felt kind
of bad. She he then said see and went along
with her friends. Although she gave me attitude, I could

(24:05):
tell she was embarrassed. Her face was red as she
went back to her friends, who were all thin. I
asked my supervisor how he would have handled the situation,
and he said I did the right thing, that it's
better to hurt someone's feelings than to break someone's bones. However,
yesterday I was called into the office of the owner
of the water park. She told me she received an
angry email from a parent about how I embarrassed their

(24:27):
kid in front of her friends. I explained to her
that I was just following protocol, and she asked me
how much she actually weighed. I gave her the answer,
and she laughed at me and told me I could
never get a job as a weight guesser at a
carnival and that I need to do my job better.
My supervisor is backing me up and saying I was
doing what he has required me to do. I'm thankful

(24:47):
for his support, but honestly, this whole situation is making
me feel like a jerk. I know teens are a
particularly vulnerable population, as I was one not too long ago,
and I could have possibly handled the situation with more care.
But at this the same time, safety is my first priority.
Does that make me the jerk? No jerks here, But
next time, pull three people from the group and weigh

(25:09):
them all. Sorry, I have to weigh ten percent of
the people going by to check we aren't exceeding weight limits.
That way, you don't target or embarrass one person. Well,
what do you think is OP the jerk for how
she handled this or not? Please let us know. Imagine
if we get an update of malicious compliance, water park
owner gets mad at me for weighing the riders so

(25:30):
I stopped chaos ensues? Am I the jerk for giving
my stay at home mom wife a written performance? A
written performance review with suggested areas needing improvement? Oh? Here
we go, I thirty three male share one kid who's six,
with my wife, who's thirty six. She has another daughter
who's thirteen that lives with us full time. We also

(25:53):
have custody of our niece, who's fifteen. The teens are
each other's best friends. They share a large bedroom, which
was done at their request. The dynamic here is pretty
much mom and youngest against the teens, with me being
the referee between everyone. My wife has taught the youngest
she can blame others for her actions. To avoid consequences,
she just says the word. One of the teens will

(26:13):
get punished without question. There's no doubt she is my
wife's favorite. I love her, but she's become nothing more
than an entitled brat. As just a mere example, my
wife and I had an appointment we both needed to attend.
When we came back, it was apparent the pool had
been used. They're not allowed to swim while we aren't home.
As the youngest divulged Mommy, I was in my room,

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collaring I never went swimming. The teens said that wasn't true.
She had gone swimming as well. Only the teens were punished.
My wife refused to give the youngest any type of consequence.
I later found that she had hidden her wet swimming
suit in the garage. My wife and I argued, I
felt strongly she needed to not only be punished for swimming,
but also for lying after a relentless disagreement, I was

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silenced as she gave the youngest a very minimal consequence.
The lying, blaming, and favoritism ultimately cause the teens to
act out. Understandably, most of their consequences are done by
giving more chores, specifically the chores the six year old has,
or as recent they were removed from music lessons as
a consequence. I believe they're so frustrated they don't even

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care when they verbally attack their mother after her unfair
treatment towards them. After all, they already get blamed and
punished for things they don't even do. From my perspective,
lashing out gives them a release. We've had countless tiring
arguments she'd either not see her faults or we had
agreed to do this and that, but it was never
actually done. I decided to write her a performance review.

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As a stay at home mom, her area is in
need of improvement. Well, it was a lot, but I
touched on how she needs to listen better, stop being biased,
be fair in all of her decisions, stop making rash
decisions without taking all three kids into consideration. I recommended
her to give each kid the same amount of one
on one time to speak or just be with one another,

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so it wouldn't be an entire slap to the face.
I gave her accolades on her strong points for other
areas aside from parenting. I guess I felt this would
work best because I could organize my thoughts on paper
without her interjecting. However, it quickly backfired in my face.
She was quiet the first hour after I handed it
to her, Then she completely exploded on me. Said, if

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we're going to do this type of crap, she'll get
a private bank account and take half my paycheck every week.
She further said the review was mistreatment and a manipulative
jerk move. Am I the jerk? Are you her employer?
Because employers give performance reviews. Partners do not give performance reviews.
Your family, including yourself, needs therapy, a lot of therapy.

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You're the jerk, not the jerk. As the father in
the home, it is absolutely your duty to manage your
family broken and dysfunctional homes are the result of where
either the father has failed to manage his family or
he is not in the picture. US leads the world
in fatherless homes by a long shot, and this is
why we are the most mentally distraught country in the world.

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And what other country are there daily examples of young
people going and saying and doing things that have catastrophic consequences.
The people on here who are bashing you for trying
to manage your family pay them no mind. They all
come from broken homes as well, and are probably on
all kinds of meds to cope with their miserable lives.
I managed my family the way fathers are supposed to,

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and that's why all three of my kids are now
grown with successful careers and beautiful families of their own.
It's also why my wife and I are still happily
married after thirty five years. Never been to the will
of this dysfunctional society where they want you to be weak, ignorant,
and miserable. Am I the jerk for wanting to watch
the Super Bowl in my home theater? First world problem here?

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But I'm being called a jerk for it. A brief summary,
I spent most of lockdown turning my basement into a
world class home theater. I designed it, I spent the money,
I spent the time. It took a lot of effort.
It's a work of art. With the one hundred and
twenty inch screen, laser projector, Dolby at most sound system,
comfy sofas, popcorn machine, and snack bar, it's all as

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awesome as it sounds, needless to say, it's become very
popular with family, with friends, with the kids. People are
over all the time, watching TV movies and playing video games.
It's great love. I've created something so many people can
appreciate and enjoy. While the vast majority of the time
this theater is available, I've made it clear that there

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are times when I want it for myself, certain sporting
events and most certainly the Super Bowl, which is kicking
off shortly. I made it clear anyone who wants to
join me is welcome. There will be popcorn, pizza and drinks.
Come on over. Should be great. My wife is off
doing something else, and our kids and teens are off
somewhere else. As it turns out, I thought I might

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have it all to myself, and that's fine, but like
I said, anyone was welcome to join me. I got
a call yesterday from family wife's sister in law who's
married to my wife's brother, who have a couple of
kids who are eleven and nine, asking if they could
come over for it. Sure, I said, but I didn't
know you guys were sports fans. I asked if they
even knew who was playing? Yeah, she said, Philadelphia, right,

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the Flyers. No, the Flyers is a hockey team. Whatever,
come on over. I thought the worst thing might be
I'd be explaining football rules to people who know nothing
about the game. But whatever. They came over an hour
before kickoff and the kids ran to the theater while
I said the hellos upstairs. By the time I came
back down to watch the pregame show, they were on

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the PS five playing and asked what movie we'd be watching,
which led me to go upstairs and discuss with the
parents what's going on here. As it turns out, the
parents thought they could come over, and of course I'd
hand over the theater and said so to their kids. And
my wife is not even here after all, I just
want to watch the game alone. Why not watch it
upstairs in the living room. It's a nice big TV. Yeah. No,

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if you want to watch a movie, go right ahead.
The living room is indeed available, but the theater is
the super Bowl, which led to a stupid argument, me
being called a jerk and crying kids. I think they've left,
but I'm not sure. I'm downstairs alone and I don't care,
but I am upset that this mood is kind of ruined.
KC just won the coin toss. This is about to begin,

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and I'm thinking about this bs instead of the game.
I texted and left a message to my wife explaining
what happened. But if not heard back yet, well, what
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