"Maybe You Shouldn’t Have Kids!": 32 Entitled Parents Who Thought The Rules Didn’t Apply To Them

Took my toddler to his dance class this morning. There was a woman there talking with her friend/maybe mother (not sure but they were an adult too) whose child was also in the class. When the teacher went through general housekeeping (footwear, no dancing whilst eating and also for parents/visitors no talking or filming kids etc) they talked through the whole thing.

They then continued to talk loud enough that they could be heard despite music playing.

My husband very politely asked them if they could keep it down so the kids could concentrate on their class and she rolled her eyes, pulled a face and carried on.

We were definitely not the only ones annoyed. All the other parents kept glancing over at her - we didn't pay for our kids to come to a class so we can listen to her chatting.

She was also pregnant so I dont know if she felt like that gave her a free pass to just behave how she wants but I am so annoyed at how rude, inconsiderate and disrespectful her behaviour was.

Clearly, we don't want any confrontation in front of a room full of small children but how the eff would you deal with someone like that or AITA for not putting up with her rudeness?

Happy Mother’s Day to me I guess. I messaged my mom this morning to wish her a Mother’s Day and say that I hope she enjoys the flowers I sent her, this was the response I got in return:

“Thanks for the flowers and the text, you can feel good about yourself for your efforts.
After all that I shared with you last week, I gave you the chance to be a daughter and decent person, you failed on both of them.”

A little context. I’ve distanced myself from my parents because of their continuous and ongoing drama that they expect me to drop everything and entertain.
She called me last week to basically tell me that me hiding is creating more stress and problems and that i should “stop listening to people who just validate my feelings and enable me”. Mind you, I make my own decisions but if I listen to anyone, it’s my boyfriend of 3 and 1/2 years who has seen their [nonsense] first hand, and her friend who helped her leave my dad for a brief period, who also saw and heard lots of things.

Okay, so I (20m) was taking the public transit line like I usually do with my boyfriend (21m) to get home. We were talking (somewhat quietly) to each other and occasionally kissed, but each time we did, I saw this lady looking at us almost like a glare. She had a small stroller near her with a sleeping baby, and I didn’t think much of it. However, when the train stopped, I stumbled forward and lightly bumped the back of the stroller, only enough to move it slightly forward. The baby made a few noises and went back to sleep. But their mother started screaming at us about how we were disrespecting her as a single mother and how she felt unsafe around us. Her screaming woke the baby up and it started crying, and then she said “Now look what you did.” At this point, my boyfriend stepped in to tell her that I did nothing wrong, but she made it worse and started calling us both slurs (my boyfriend is black, and this woman is white). We were at our stop at this point and tried to get off, but this lady grabbed my arm physically and held me there. When I yanked my arm away she fell backwards (clearly fake) and started screaming about how I hit her. But when we got to the next stop and tried to get off again, she miraculously got up and grabbed my boyfriend this time. At this point everyone on the train was staring, and I was trying not to hit this lady, but it was getting pretty close. Thankfully, this man sitting nearby pried her arms off him and we were able to get off at the next stop.

I can’t believe people like this genuinely exist. Just because you’re a single mother doesn’t mean you get to berate me and physically touch me.

Ok so this technically happened like 2/3 years ago but I only just realised how crazy it was. For context my mom is a dog walker and I was going with her for some extra cash. We were walking down this steep slope in the middle of the forest because there was a creek at the bottom that the dogs liked to paddle in. Halfway down we ran into another dog walker and stopped to say hi. I wasn't really paying attention and accidentally BADLY rolled my ankle. I'm talking the kind of pain where you just keel over in silence and don't move or talk. My mom kept trying to get me to continue but after like 10 meters it was obvious I couldn't continue the walk. Instead of, I dunno, HELPING ME, my mom just took all the dogs and said "ok, meet me at the car in 30 minutes and I walk the dogs and LEFT??". Obviously I couldn't make it back to the car because I couldn't even stand. Also, the way back to the car was on a steep incline (because I'd have to turn around and go back the way I came since I didn't know the area at all). I sat alone in the middle of the woods for like an hour before my mom came walking back down and started yelling at me for not coming back to the car because she was going to be late for her next walk. I ended up using a stick I found as a cane to shuffle up the hill and back to the car.

When I got home I couldn't even walk but my mom wouldn't help me make dinner or anything (keep in mind I was literally 14), meanwhile when my brother stubbed his toe and was in pain for like 2 hours my mom made him a full dinner. Can't wait until I can leave honestly🥹

I feel like I’m losing my mom over something that seems so small, and I don’t know if I’m the problem anymore.

I (26F) asked my mom for one simple boundary: I don’t want to text exactly when she wants to and exactly how she wants me to reply (she starts conversations through text that never end, comments on how I reply if she doesn’t think is enough etc.) and I’d prefer to call once a week instead. That’s what feels manageable for me. For her, that’s completely unacceptable.

For the past 6 months, I’ve tried to explain this calmly over and over again, and every time it turns into the same thing. She tells me I’m a bad daughter, that I don’t care about her, that I’m “punishing” her. She says she’s alone and suffering every day because of me. The worst part is that she constantly compares me to my father, who left when I was a teenager and basically disappeared from my life. She knows how much that hurt me, and she still uses it against me, saying I’m doing the same thing to her.

I’m not. I never disappeared. I tried for months to communicate, to explain, to find a middle ground. I just can’t give her constant access to me anymore. Now every single message from her is about this. There’s no normal conversation left. It’s just guilt, pressure, and pain every time I open my phone. So I stopped replying about a month ago, because I genuinely don’t know what else I can say that won’t just restart the same argument again.

Now she’s saying she’ll stop contacting me and will cut contact with me and that she has to accept that I don’t need her anymore, that she’s “losing her child.”

And I feel like I’m being forced into this impossible position; either I give up my boundary and lose myself, or I keep it and lose my mom. Idon’t want to lose her. I really don’t. But I also can’t keep going like this. I really can’t.

Am I actually doing something wrong here? What do I do?

Some of my mom's actions don't feel right and even my friends have been noticing it as well. I don't know if im the jerk here.
My mom has been threatening to smash my phone if I change the lockscreen password. Throw away and smash other belongings. Threatening to rip out my piercings. And she has been letting go of my sevre mental health issues. I have diagnosed schizoaffective bipolar disorder and C-PTSD. and she refuses to acknowledge it at all. She has called me a attention seeker and saying im overacting when im in a obvious crisis and need help. I have confronted her about the threats that didnt help she still thinks its fine. And she hasn't really improved her word choice towards me. And also she has screamed at me for self harm and refused to acknowledge severe psychosis and mixed states.

A friend took her kid to birthday party for a 4yo and told me about an ep who attended. One of the other invited kids had a younger sibling (~2yo) who wasnt invited, so hadnt been included in any of the head counts for activities/food/party favours. The entitled mother decided that her precious baby shouldn’t have to miss out on all the fun, so she opened ALL of the birthday presents for her child to play with!

my dad came into my room (at least he knocked this time)

immediately went to pick up my employment contract

he said he wanted to "see if you get any compensation for night shifts"

i told him that i do not want him going through it

he said "oh so you say you dont like people going through your contract but you do like me giving you money for fuel"

i say "no its just really not nice of you to just walk into my room and just pick up my contract without even asking me"

he sits there staring at me for 10 seconds

leaves the contract

leaves my room

and says "when you get your paycheck, youre paying for fuel, youre paying for fuel if you wanna drive the car"

half an hour later, my mother calls me over the phone and says "can you come outside for a bit, i wanna ask you something"

and lo and behold, she makes me listen to her shaming me for what i did for over half an hour

she started to make threats about how im being selfish, how ill never be there for them, how i just use them, all while threatening me that they will stop helping me at all in life, "weve given you everything you've ever wanted and you treat us like this" (even though in my opinion, they never have)

apparently me hiding my employment contract is selfish and a sign that ill never be there for them so if ill never be there for them why should they provide for me

"you have nobody but us, so why are you immediately just getting selfish and trying to isolate yourself from us when you don't even have a full time contract yet? you could lose your job very easily, and where does that leave you?"

am i to blame here? is more context needed? i don't know anymore

When I was around 9, I had this sick bike with blue tires and a really cool design. One day while I was riding it, a girl I knew came up to me, pushed me off of my bike, and stole it.

I went back home to tell my mother about what just happened. A couple minutes later, before we could even get out the door to tell this kids mother, she comes banging on our door.

We assumed she had come to apologize for what her child had done and give the bike back… but no. She began to scream at us for “not letting her child use my bike” and that she wouldn’t be giving it back.

My mother VERY calmly explained, that is not her bike. The lady continued to scream over my mother and started waving her dirty, long finger nails in my mother’s face. (I do not have a problem with long finger nails, but this lady DID NOT take care of them..and they were very gross.)

This went on for quite a bit. I don’t think I ever got my bike back. it’s been years and I cant fully remember what my mother did about it, but the cops were never called, and I never saw that cool bike again. It was really upsetting for me because we were fairly poor, it was a pretty expensive bike, and I didn’t get many things like that ever. I still miss that bike dawg

Anyone else have parents (or parent) that fully believes he’s better than professional doctors? Outside of the usual “this medicine will end you” or “neurological disorders that arent extreme dont exist!” my father takes his god given knowledge a little too far. He made the totally realistic choice of having another kid at the age of 50 with someone over 40, naturally as science proclaims she ended up with a disability that required surgery. After surgery they were told by doctors she is required to wear a brace so it can heal properly, which she did for a few weeks but she’s supposed to wear for months. The brace is big and uncomfortable and my father (and his girlfriend, the kids mom she’s not my mom) didnt like the brace called the doctors stupid and stopped making the kid wear it so now the kid is in constant pain cause the surgery didnt heal properly

So, to give some contex me and my mother never had a good relationship but sometimes things just get so weird that is kinda hard to take seriously.

Anyway, here is the story:

A few years ago when i was still at school i woke up one day and my dad called me to eat breakfast, my mother was already at the table eating, when i sat down i said "Goodmorning" and then she looked me in the eyes and said:

"God spoke to me in dreams today, i'm passing soon and you need to become a good son or you'll regret."

I just stared at her and didn't know how to react, i went the rest of the day feeling weird and guilty thinking about that, my friends said that was the first and only time they saw me close to crying (I rarelly cry, and never in public, not even around close friend. I know that's not very healthy but my brain is messed up, trust issues i guess).

Well, years have passed and she is still alive and complaining.

To start with, few days ago was my birthday. my 17th birthday and I've never had a special birthday party. Sure, I do celebrate my birthday but it was only a small celebration with my family, while I watch my sibling's birthday got celebrated at hotels and restaurants. Sometimes I wonder if I'm overreacting whenever I cry thinking about it.

And for my 17th birthday, my whole family didn't even wish me a happy birthday, nor celebrate it. they all act like it was another normal day. Well, its not that deep of course but I appreciate a little happy birthday wish at least. And for your information, before this my phone was iPhone 11 (bought by my mother) and my dad never spent his money buying me a new phone. and so my iPhone 11 broke, and I was using my old iPhone 6s. And for my birthday, he gifted me an old iPhone XR that's literally had it's back of the phone glass shattered. It's not even a new phone, just a recycle phone. I already told him I want a new phone, maybe a second hand would work, I don't mind. But if he wanted to give me that broken iPhone XR, he should've at least fix the back of the phone too, but he didn't. (the phone originally belongs to my older brother, but he accidentally drops it on the ground and it broke but my dad rather fix the broken screen than buy me a proper new phone)

Of course I was upset. first they didn't celebrate my birthday, second he didn't buy me a proper phone. I'm not being a spoiled brat, and I don't mind if he wanted to give me any phone but gifting me a broken iPhone XR that literally had it's back shattered? of course I was pissed. And so, I put the phone down after he gave me it, and didn't say anything but he could tell I was upset. Then he told me I should be grateful that he tried his best to fix the phone. yeah, "tried" his best. He's also financially stable by the way, which means he could buy a new phone and his money wouldn't even be effected much. My dad has a history of cheating, and he can spend his money buying his little girlfriends some branded bags and shoes but couldn't even buy a new phone for me considering I'm in my senior year and I desperately need a proper phone.

And now, he thinks it wasn't his fault and he had been ignoring me for days, only talking to my other siblings. I'm not even sure if my action is valid, but what I'm asking is, is it really my fault?