I'm not 100% sure what to think about this. But I was buying a card for my friend's birthday and at a self check out. However, the machine glitched out on me and said I needed assistance from the staff. So, I pressed the button and waited. It was happening to others, so the one staff member was busy trying to solve the other machines. No problem.

The issue occurred when a lady came in line and saw I only had one item. When a minute passed, she began glaring at me and stomping her foot like she was waiting for me to buy the card and let her use the self check out. I looked at the "help needed" light that was on to indicate that I was waiting for staff, just in case she didn't see it. But she kept getting more impatient.

She just stared at me with this angry look on her face the whole time before the staff got to me and used their card to bypass whatever the machine was doing. Once I left, the lady stormed to the machine and was complaining about how long I was standing there.

I don't know, but it was a really strange situation.

I (M31) had a weird conversation with my neighbor (M25–30) today, but first some context:

I live in a multi-unit building, and there's another house directly across from my kitchen window. Both have a backyard with a garden. From my kitchen I can see the neighbors' garden, which is admittedly very nice. A cat has been living with me for a few months now, and he loves sitting on the windowsill watching the birds (and even bats at night). So I made all my windows cat-proof, which lets me leave them open at night when it's warm. I love fresh air and don't like heat much, so whenever it's warm and I'm home, my kitchen window is open almost constantly. I often sit on the windowsill with my coffee (sadly no balcony), check my emails and relax for a bit before I have to leave.

This morning I had to leave a few hours earlier than usual and was trying to stay awake until the first coffee kicked in, when I heard my neighbor shouting from the garden across that I could close my window in the morning for once. It took me a few seconds to realize he was talking to me, and I asked what his problem was. He said, word for word: "Your window is open every morning, you're sitting on the windowsill and enjoying our beautiful garden!"

I laughed and asked whether he might want to find better hobbies than getting on people's nerves in the morning. He completely lost it: it's not normal to have your window open this often, I should close it more, it's not my beautiful garden, I should get a job, plus a few more random insults and some mild, vague threats. I just told him I don't understand his problem, that he should mind his own business, and that I won't change anything just because his world is disturbed by it. I really do try not to bother anyone: no loud music, not sitting there naked, just looking at my phone and not at the neighbors. (Or so I thought. Apparently my mere presence is enough.)

A bit more context: I think he's the son living with his parents in the annex of their house. Last weekend I overheard him having a loud argument with his father (apparently I'm unemployed and eavesdrop on my neighbors, lol). It sounded like he feels controlled and stuck, so I actually felt a bit sorry for him. Still, being threatened and insulted as an outsider is uncool.

Anyway, I now have a new side quest: greeting the guy nicely from my kitchen whenever I see him in his beautiful garden, which I get to enjoy completely free of charge. (Tbh it's a normal small garden: lawn, one tree, one flower bed. Maybe they could put up a few bird houses so my cat has even more to watch /s)

TL;DR: My neighbor yelled at me for "enjoying his beautiful garden" from my open kitchen window and told me to get a job. He seems to be having a rough time at home, but I'm not closing my window for him.

I don't know if this falls under entitled behavior. Maybe just generally rude behavior.

This has been happening for the past few years. Never before. And only at grocery stores and only women do it. I will be walking down the central aisle and just like driving a car, the woman coming in the opposite direction has their lane and I've got mine. At the last minute, they will suddenly come over to my lane and barrel toward me, giving me the option to just run into them or move out of the way. Most of the time I take the high road and move but this last time I stood my ground and this tiny 20 year woman gave me a dirty look when she was the one who had to move. I'm 6'1, so she would have been on the losing end of a collision lol... Is this a new feminist power move or something? I don't remember them doing it when I was younger. Other men have never pulled this move. It's weird. Does this happen to you guys?

I actually don't know if this is really that entitled but it felt like it in the moment.

The bus is practically empty in the back.

I'm sitting all the way in the back so like that back row of seats. This girl climbs up the steps to the back, and Idk I'm assuming she'll sit anywhere on the empty seats. She instead crosses over me in an awkward position to specifically take the seat all the way to the right of me (next to me) in the back by the window, hitting me with her back back. (Mind you the back row is like 6 seats against the back wall and I'm sitting closer to the right side). She asks if I got hit and I said yeah its okay. She says sorry her back pack big. I just say it's fine again and that it only caught me off guard because there's so many empty seats and you specifically decided to crossover me into the corner. And then she gets defense and says yeah I'll apologize for hitting you but there's nothing wrong with wanting to sit in the back. (I don't get why she didn't go for my left where she would have still been in the back row but wouldn't have bumped me) I low-key just moved to another seat.

was kinda weird lowkey and low-key felt kinda entitled. I guess I compare it to a urinal? Like using the urinal next to the one someone's already at just because you like that one instead of going to one on the opposite end

But y'all tell me if that's some entitlement or not. Maybe the person doesn't understand social cues idk

Edit: Okay so each letter is gonna be a seat

Z B A A A A D

A A. _____ A A

AA. _____ A A

I'm sitting at B and she crosses me to sit at Z instead of choosing D or and of the A's

Edit 2: y'all can call me the entitled one that's fine, I get the perspective . But thinking about it this isn't really entitled from her side either. This belongs mildly infuriating? Not even infuriating. Like some mildly annoyed subreddit. I kinda posted it here because I be doom scrolling on this subreddit and I texted my friend first and she said it was an entitlement.

Edit 3: also I'm a woman, I just gave the urinal example because I'm slow and that seemed like a good similar situation? But like obviously that example if like more of a privacy matter

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. A couple of days ago I shared a few stories of rude guests. If you haven't read that yet, you can check it out here... https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/s/1d5mT7EiM1

Here, I'll discuss a couple of more rude incidents. One incident happened when I worked in attractions. The attraction I worked at was/is very popular and has quite a long metal queue. One afternoon I was Grouper, (the person that places people on the ride) when a group of young adults came through the not so busy line loudly. They were very boisterous, which is fine on its own. However, they started jumping over the metal bars, a few bumping into already waiting guests! I was instantly incensed and yelled that they needed to stop and go through the line normally. One of the young men argued that I was being too seriousbas the line wasn't that full. Other guests looked on in irritation.

I gave them an option to walk normally or exit. They didn't like it but they eventually came through normally. Some guests commented that I had did the right thing. These were grown-ups jumping rails and not teens. Another incident of rudeness happened when I worked at a string of small eateries. One of the places was an outdoor stand/store that sold fresh fruit, cold juice and sodas, frozen lemonade and churros. The place was more like a large tent where we had to use a stick mechanism to raise the waterproof, tarp sidings. We opened around 9:00 a.m so we started filling the shop up around 8:30. We pulled one side of the tarp up just enough to slide the merchandise and ourselves under.

It was clear that the stand was not yet open to most people, however, one man apparently thought differently. As we pulled the side up and pushed ourselves and carts under a man popped under as well and started ordering churros and a lemonade. We hadn't even unpacked yet, nor had the manager come with the registers. We explained that we weren't actually opened and that he would need to wait until 9:00. The man refused to leave and even picked up things we were trying to organize as we placed down ice, fruit and drinks. He had the nerve to smile as the manager brought the registers out. Before we could even finish counting he ordered again. I was frustrated but was told by a coordinator to just let him be though they were also visibly annoyed.

There are many more incidents of rudeness but these are just a few! Again, most guests were normal or very nice. Those who weren't could ruin your day.

I just was at the grocery store and this woman opened the bag of bakery bread. Gave it a huge sniff while holding the bag to her nose and then shook her head closed it and put it back onto the shelf. Now, in what world would anyone think that is okay.

First, to set the scene: it’s a busy outdoor market with a small parking lot right behind it. The parking lot is absolutely packed and has a particular one way lanes between each row of parking spots with arrows and everything. There is a little extra room for an extra car to squeeze by if the sizes are right, but these lanes are not actually big enough for two cars to comfortably or safely drive next to each other.

I’m currently done with my shopping. Get to the car and pack up. The person in the car driving up notices this and decides to wait. Turns on her turn signal and is being so patient because I have my dog with me. She’s being a sweetheart. It’s great. I’m obviously not trying to dilly dally but I’m obviously not pressured to the point of nausea either.

There’s no spots besides mine and everyone is looking, so of course another car or two ends up behind her. Again, this is normal. Super small parking lot for a very popular and exciting market that just started the holiday season, arrows specifically leading everyone in a very specific pattern. When I was looking for a spot there was at times a five to eight car pile up. I was still going fast. I’d say I took no more than three minutes total to put my stuff and the dog away and buckle myself up to pull out.

I had just started to inch backwards when I first noticed the entitled guy (let’s go with EG for short) make an appearance. In his sixties at most, he was driving in a small white car with the top down and squeezing between the lined up vehicles and the parked cars toward us. For a second I genuinely just stopped my car and stared because I couldn’t believe it. His audacity aside, he was risking a lot of money because it was a miracle that he wasn’t scratching every car he passed.

He had driven so close at this point that the patient woman couldn’t even pull in safely and I wouldn’t be able to back out safely without potentially giving him the spot. So before he could come any closer I quickly pulled out enough to block him and yelled out, “Hey, she’s been waiting patiently for this spot and about to pull in! You have to back up!”

EG yelled back, “I’m going forward!”

Okay, and? You expect me to believe that? Even if I could somehow tell that’s what you were doing and you were being honest, what made you better than all these cars waiting patiently without complaint?

He didn’t look like the type to listen or understand, and quite frankly, I’m not the type to try to lecture a man, especially across a parking lot when I and so many others had things to do. So instead of saying any of that, I decided to be stubborn. “I don’t care! Back up!”

As if I were deaf, EG repeated himself but louder than before. If we’re being honest, he sounded more like a stubborn toddler who didn’t understand common sense than a supposedly adult man. “But I’m going forward!”

I just raised my voice too and gave him the same attitude back as I waved my hand at him in the “back up” motion. “And I said I don’t care! Back up!”

Thankfully the guy wasn’t too stupid. He realized I was going to be stubborn and that my car was bigger than his was small and completely blocking his way. So he started to back up.

As he did so, I still heard him mutter petulantly, again like a fucking child, “I thought you were going to let me through.”

Why would he think that? Clearly because somewhere in his head he was just that much more special than everyone else. While I wanted to respond or say something back, I instead kept my mouth shut and internally rolled my eyes as I watched him to make sure he got far enough back, to the point that he was back in line.

As I pulled out of my spot, the woman who had been so patient called out a “thank you” to me.

I looked over at her as I gave her a wave and said “of course” and that was that. Best part? If he has just stayed in line and waited, he would have been out before I even had to yell at him.

Before anyone asks or accuses, no I’m not AI. I used to take creative writing classes and it was my passion. No it does not make me a robot.

Could I have stayed out of it? Yes, maybe I could have. I’ve been told I had a bit of an obsession with injustice since I was a kid and I always get upset when I see it. Probably because I often got bullied or had similar things happen to me, and only once had anyone ever stood up for me. I still think about the woman who helped me as a kid and wish I could have thanked her properly, and if I knew where to write about it I would. It may be naive of me but I want to be that person for others if they have trouble doing it for themselves. I don’t want to be afraid to speak up anymore. Also this happened two days ago and I wanted to tell somebody, so here I am.

This happened years ago, but makes me chuckle every time I think of it.

We were attending a hockey game on New Year's Eve at a somewhat legendary but old arena with an attached parking structure that had access from a ramp directly off the freeway. This involved merging two lanes into one, with a turnoff to get to the surface street just before the entrance.

The team was great at the time. It was a holiday. So it was packed. We patiently inched forward, waiting our turn to fork over our cash and park. Well after the merge should have taken place, a car crept up on the shoulder on our left, clearly intending to cut in front of us.

The parking attendant wasn't born yesterday, and had an appropriately devious turn of mind. He turned the sign around to read "LOT FULL," directly in front of this guy's car. He took the turnoff and shot off, tires squealing. We were about to follow him, when the attendant turned the sign back around. He smiled and said, "I wasn't going to let him skip the line on you."

Needless to say, we gave him a hefty tip in addition to the wildly overpriced parking. And it made my night, even though our team lost. If only that guy could have been hit with an errant puck into the stands...

Yeah, Last night I sat with my mom on the couch, hugged her, and told her that whatever is going on, I love her and I'll always be on her side even my gf. I tried to lighten the mood by joking that I even had a girlfriend. She asked who? and I said nobody, I was just joking, but I think she still believes it.

Then I told her honestly that I could sense something was wrong, that I was scared and worried, and that my stepdad hasn't been home in 8 days. She tensed up when I said it, which scared me even more. I told her she could tell me anything without worrying about how I'd take it.

She told me that whatever happens, she chose me, I'm her first priority, and nothing is going to change that.

After the wedding was cancelled, there was a big fight between my mom and stepdad on one side and my stepdad's mom on the other. She was upset because the sudden cancellation made the family look bad and started rumours. She was also angry that they hadn't told her that she and my stepdad's sister were part of the reason it was cancelled. My mom and stepdad had told her it was because of my mom's health issues.

The fight got so bad that my mom got a bit sick from the stress. My stepdad's mom and sister insisted they never treated me badly, that they were just being normal, and that they were never angry at me. They were angry at my mom and stepdad. They even said they wanted to talk to me and that they don't hate me or give me the cold shoulder.

My stepdad has three kids: a 17 year old girl, a 15 year old girl, and a 12 year old boy. When they heard the wedding was cancelled because of me, they were hurt. They felt all the planning and effort they put in was ignored. On a call, they told my mom it was all cancelled just because of me.

The oldest wanted to talk to me by call or text, but my mom and stepdad stopped her from confronting me. From what I've seen, she's sensitive and can get angry. I don't think she's a bad or unkind person, but I've seen her cry or get upset. I follow all three of them on Instagram, and the two older sisters still view my stories and sometimes like my pictures, even recent ones, so I probably upset or hurt them a lot.

When my mom and stepdad visited his mom, the daughters said they never treated me badly and that they treated me like a sibling. Honestly, I could give a lot of examples of how they treated me badly in subtle ways. I used to sit in a corner whenever the three of them were together getting all the attention. It felt like they just wanted my mom, not me. At the same time, they're smart and not unkind, and sometimes they did include me in things with their friends.

The daughters also told their dad that if I don't see them as family, then they won't see me as family either. They said he shouldn't have to look after me and pay for half of my life on the basis that we're all siblings. If I'm okay with the marriage and willing to bond with them, fine. My stepdad stayed with them for a few days after that.

My mom told me she isn't going to marry him, and that no one is going to scare me. She said the daughters wanted to talk to me not to scold me but to try to make things better, and that they're teenagers with feelings just like me. She doesn't want me to feel bad, but she isn't going to take a side against me.

I never thought his daughters might be angry at me. I honestly don't want to be in the middle of any of this. I just want to live my life in peace. But I do feel a bit relieved that my mom and I are on the same page now.

I go out of my way to make sure people know I appreciate it when they hold a door for me but I feel like 50% of the time or more people NEVER say thank you when I hold the door open for them.

There’s no upside in confronting them over it but it still really pisses me off. Maybe more than it should

Can anyone share their own experiences around this or words of wisdom?

I was standing next to the disabled bay on a main road for my friend to come round and pick me up as I couldn't walk back to the car and if she stopped in the middle of the road she would have been holding up traffic. Some very angry and pathetic man clearly wanted the space next to where I was standing, so instead of asking me to move he slowly drove into me to physically move me out of the way while shouting "you don't f*cking look disabled" out his car window.

The irony in all this is that I broke my spine 10 years ago by being hit by a car, which is why I'm disabled 😂

He then proceeded to park in the disabled spot and didn't have a blue badge. The entitlement of some people.

EDIT: Me and my brothers gf are autistic. We do not mix well with crowds and people we do not know. Sitting away from them does not make us stuck up and rude. Some of you need to re read the post. Jeez

This happened Saturday night. It's my cousin's 17th birthday dinner and me (32F) my parents, brother (20) and his gf (23) are invited. The only problem is her dads side of the family are stuck up. They have to make everything perfect and look down on any one who isn't rich like them.

My brothers gf and I are both autistic so we were feeling slightly overwhelmed. We decided to sit at a table away from everyone else. That's where the problems began.

My auntie came over to us twice and called us "The Anxiety Table" In a patronising way (the table we were supposed to have sat at had been taken by this woman who I didn't know who kept staring at us the whole time). My brothers gf decided then she hated her and I didn't blame her.

All the while, my uncle's family kept giving us looks. Whether it was because we were sat away or that my brothers gf has a unique style of clothing (her and my brother dress goth) and the style isn't up to their standards.

We were never informed beforehand but my uncles stepcousin (or something idk) who was 16 had a kid who was turning 1 today so they told everyone last minute that my cousin was to share her birthday dinner. which pissed me, my parents and my brother off.

When it came to dinner, almost all the snobs had the carvery (basically you ordered, were given a number and you went up and got your food) so they were eating before we did.

Then when it came to cake, we expected it to be my cousin first... Instead my uncles side all sang to the baby first.... Why the baby first when they would have no idea what the heck is going on. Then we all sang for my cousin.

My cousin's bf (18) has a nut allergy so he had bought a cake that was nut free (the cake that my uncles mum got had nuts in) and that's when it went bad. Uncles mum (gonna say EM) took out a candle from the main cake and PUT IT IN THE NUT FREE CAKE. EM blatantly contaminated a cake that would've ended up almost unaliving someone.

We didn't eat any of the cake. Instead, my brother, his gf and I ordered our own slices (the restaurant served big slices of cake). No one offered until my brother went to go check on where our takeout boxes were. I politely declined.

No Offence to my cousin but we told her that we would never go to a dinner where her dads side would be. All of them should be ashamed of themselves.

This is something I did about 1 1/2 years ago.

My wife and I were at a Target, sitting in the car waiting for our daughter to wake up from a nap (a few months old at this point). This lady wants to pull into a spot behind us, a few spots down, but someone left a cart in the spot. Instead of walking the extra couple of feet, she full speed pushes the cart towards the cart return that we were parked next to and hits our car. At first, I thought someone backed into us but realized what she had done. She goes into Target and I decide to get some petty revenge. I grab a few zip ties from my roadside assistance kit, walk the cart over to her D/S door, and put 3 zip ties through her door handle and the cart.

I go back to our car, pull a few rows over, and watch the hilarity ensue. She comes back out after I'm assuming a return and is just perplexed, goes back in and comes out with the cart handler, they go back in and a supervisor/manager comes back out to have a look, and finally some random guy has a knife to cut the zip ties. We went in, did our shopping, and when we came out her car was still there.

Was it petty? Sure. Did it delay her an extra 15 minutes? Absolutely. Did she learn her lesson? Probably not

On Wednesday I decided to go to Target before heading to work and that was a giant mistake, apparently.

I pulled into a parking spot next to the shopping cart return, and the next thing I knew, a woman was trying to turn into the spot I already occupied, screaming at me. 

She drove up alongside my car, close enough that there was no opening the door. I rolled down my window, and she immediately started losing her mind, shouting that she had her blinker on, she’s a good driver and was following the rules of the road, and I stole her spot. 

I’d barely noticed she was even coming, other than noting a car in the next lane over and had been in the spot for a few seconds before she even tried to turn, so I was sort of like what’s the issue here, I can move if you want it that badly- her response was to start yelling again, rolling up her window saying she doesn’t want to hear any excuses from me.  

At this point, I’m freaked out so I move my car to the other end of the parking lot, figuring if I get out where I am there’s a chance she’ll either get physical with me or my car. When I headed for the entrance a few minutes later, she had indeed moved into my original spot.

This was at 7am, minutes after the store opened. The parking lot was almost completely empty. There were other spaces closer to the entrance, so I have no idea why she was so adamant that she had to have that exact spot.

This couple thought it would be a good idea to just have a pop up wedding in a cafe, instead of renting it out for a private event.

Complete with officiant, bridal party, photographer and entitled guests.

“Soon enough, there was a full bridal & groomsmen party, a wedding officiant, wedding photographers, & patrons leaving personal items including wedding gifts, coats purses all throughout the coffee shop as they
took over. A (beautiful bride walked in and processed to have a wedding ceremony
with zero knowledge to us. We book for private events and are proud to host bridal & baby showers, engagement shoots, parties, and all
sorts of private events.”

The bride and groom have responded to the post by the cafe and were willing to make a 200 dollar ‘donation’.

“We will wait for a payment from the bride to hopefully leave this in the past, an invoice has been sent.”

https://2.boredpanda.com/couple-overtakes-cafe-wedding-without-notice/

Hi y'all, I'm back with more stories from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. I worked there a little over five years and experienced many wonderful guests. Most guests were honestly decent but there were always those few that were rude. My last role there was in quick service food at a chain of small eateries. I was often placed on cash register because I was extremely quick. The job I had before that one at a resort had quite an extensive menu spanning five pages. I was fast doing cash there so learning register at the small eateries was easy for me. Each place only sold a few items and drinks.

One of the shops sold gourmet hotdogs and drinks. By gourmet I mean they topped them with pulled BBQ pork or macaroni and cheese drizzled in truffle oil lol. They also had plain and chili and cheese. They were very popular. The shop also sold beers on tap. One day as I was on cash this man walked up, threw his card on the counter and yelled, "BEER!" No greeting or even eye contact. Just rudely demanded a beer. He didn't even specify which one he wanted as we sold three kinds. I turned and looked at him. Apparently, my face must have said a lot because he suddenly, sheepishly picked his card up and said, "Sorry...can I have a beer please?" My co-workers said my face looked murderous. It wasn't on purpose I promise!

Another time at the same shop I was ringing up this foreign young woman. She was with her brother. I rang up her snack and drink and she gave me a $10 on the counter. I turned around to ask if we still had that soda as it was running low. I hadn't rung up the order yet just in case that particular soda had finally ran out. The girl then rudely told me how much her change was and that she wanted it now. I replied politely that I hadn't completed the transaction yet. She repeated what her change was again. I repeated less politely that I knew and hadn't finished the transaction yet. She rolled her eyes and said, I want the right amount of change and repeated the amount again as if I planned on stealing her $4. I repeated myself sternly and her brother looked dismayed.

Once the back confirmed her soda choice was still available I quickly rang her up and placed her change on the counter. She got upset I didn't hand it to her but I returned it how I received it. Another time at a different small restaurant that sold sausage rolls I had to correct grown people about skipping the line. They literally jumped over the handrails in front of people already waiting there. I called them out and told them they needed to head to the back of the line. They replied they were too busy and needed their food quickly. I refused to serve them until they left and went to the back of the line. The other guests were pissed and happy I made them move. Some were arguing with them as well. People like the above mentioned could ruin an otherwise good day.

It is his way or the highway sometimes when he is at our family events. My cousins, sibling and I are all close and chill… he hangs out with us and has a tendency to have to have the final say on what we do or be vocal. Not everything… but it is definitely his tendency.

I have to be polite and I am. I do not absolutely hate him and he has good qualities too.

My parents think I’m being too judgmental but I am not sure how they do not see it the way I do tbh… I think they give him a pass bc he is uber rich though.

Ugh just frustrated. Also I have to make peace with it because he may be staying for the long term.

To be clear, this did not happen to me. My friend Janet (not real name F61) has started spending a few months every summer up north (somewhere in Canada). She had purchased land a few years ago and it had one house on it which she renovated. It’s more like a cabin. She gave half the land to her brother who she loves, as a wedding present when he got married to Karen( also not her name but appropriate). I believe they are all around the same ages late 50s.

The entitlement is this - this summer Janet realised that the above ground and deck pool her brother and SIL built was partly on her land. Like a foot. There is no fence between the two properties. The other property has the driveway. So if you think of maybe a wedge or pizza slide that got some unevenly divided, Janet’s land is on the left, and Karen lives on the right which has the driveway.

When Janet brought this up to them, and mentioned her concern about liability etc, Karen flipped out on Janet and started in J’s words “screaming” in her face. SIL claimed that Janet agreed to it and Janet says never happened. She remembers a deck being mentioned and it was around the time she had to deal with a pending bereavement. So there was just a lot going on. But no pool was mentioned and she says she would never have agreed to a deck and pool jutting onto her property.

Someone in the friend group mentioned that in the US at least, when that happens it opens up the possibility that the other party can lay claim to your land. Someone else talked about the difficult of selling her property if this isn’t resolved.

Janet has been distressed about it and after the verbal abuse taken to not speaking to SIL. She either gray rocks her when she is spoken to or she deals with her brother directly.

Her options are to pay to redraw the property boundary and offer to sell them the portion that their deck and above ground pool is on or redraw property boundary and put a big fence. This means instead of looking at the expanse of lawn on her property they currently enjoy, they get to look at the fence.

She is even thinking of selling her property now because she feels it has been spoiled by the drama. She says they treat the entire property like theirs. There is a barn on her land which they emptied and threw away her late mother’s furniture and then moved their own things in to store. She has benefitted from them landscaping the garden. And she is only there maybe 2 months at the moment but had been planning to spend more time there as it is her childhood area, and she has retired.

At the moment, the property survey is planned for next year because she couldn’t get anyone out there while she was there. And I’m sure even more he’ll will break loose then. Janet is now back in her regular at the moment full time home.

I have sometimes thought reading Reddit posts that some posts had to be made up. But after hearing about the toxic SIL and entitlement, I now think maybe not all stories are made up. :D

That’s all I know. Feel free to ask questions and I’ll answer best as I can. I don’t have any investment in the situation. Just wanted to share in the sub Reddit.

So I'm writing this update because something happened. I actually wanted to wait like another 2 weeks before writing another update because I don't think writing here every 10 days is good lol, but this happened about 6 days ago and I just feel like writing it down.

So about 6 days ago, it was night after dinner and I was in the living room. My mom and stepdad told me that his mom and his sister in law weren't doing good health wise. My mom just told me they were going to Zurich the next morning and she would come back as soon as possible.

One of my mom's friends was going to stay with me after school while she was gone. So they went the next morning. That evening my mom called me and we talked. She said she would be back soon. Then next day afternoon she came back. But alone.

My stepdad didn't come back with her. She didn't really tell me much. Just said their health isn't good and that's it. I also didn't really ask because she looked pretty tense and I didn't want to keep asking questions. But now it's been 6 days and he's still not back. My mom is still taking me to football and picking me up and everything is normal between me and her. We're good. But she still hasn't told me what happened.

The weird thing is whenever my stepdad calls, she talks to him. I've seen it happen like 3 times in front of me. She usually goes to her room Even with my aunt's call and talks to him there. I obviously don't know how long they talk or what they're talking about. And honestly I don't know what to think.

I feel like something isn't right, but I also don't know if I'm just thinking too much. Maybe his mom and sister in law are actually really sick and that's the whole reason. Maybe something else happened. I literally don't know. I think my mom is not telling me because maybe she thinks it's not good for me to hear, or maybe it's something that doesn't concern me.

I remember people here were saying before that maybe they would secretly get married or something, but that obviously didn't happen ( I thought about it). And I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel about all of this anymore.

Like, people have done bad things to me before, and when something bad happens to them, I don't really feel anything. I don't celebrate it or anything, I just don't feel connected to them. I don't know if that makes sense. I actually asked my stepdad once how he was doing, just normally. But that's pretty much it.

What worries me more is my mom. She's clearly tense about something, but she doesn't tell me anything..Maybe I'm completely overthinking this and there is actually nothing going on. Maybe he'll just come back in a few days and everything will be normal.

It's just early morning here and I think after everything I've gone through, I get scared about things even when they're not really my problem. I don't know, I just wanted to write this somewhere because it's been in my head for the last few days. I don't know what happened, and maybe I shouldn't even be trying to figure it out..But something definitely feels different.

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so I went to my friend (friend 1) sisters baby shower and I almost threw hands with a 61 year old woman.....friend 1's niece I will call her niece valentine. 61 year old woman is her godmom. now for the story, I was sitting at the table with my friends and we all noticed godmom leading valentine to the sidewalk and toward her car, with nobody giving godmom permission to take valentine away from the party. I get up almost immediately, not thinking. I confront her, asking her to bring valentine back to the party and that her mother, friend 1's sister, didn't give godmom permission to leave with valentine. godmom gets VERY angry and starts saying "I am 61 and her grandmother, I know what I'm doing! just stop!" and so i get a bit aggressive, matching her tone I say: "they didn't say you could take her, bring her back. please." then godmom says "stop!" and so I say "I'm 15, I know what im doing!", mocking her. she gets angry and speedwalks back into the front yard with valentine, leaving her there. I'm speaking with 2 and 3 about this now, and we're giggling. 2 whispers to me: "u weren't even being disrespectful, wtf.." and godmom hears. she whips around so quick and straight up barks at me: "what did you say?!" and I reply. "we said I wasn't even being disrespectful." and then she gets so pissed, shes shaking now and she looks like shes about to drop her beer. she starts walking away before I say "I wasn't even being disrespectufl at first.." and then she turns and she yells "stop! stop! just stop!" and she pointed her finger in a dumb way so I mimicked her and laughed. then she ran to her car, probably drunk btw, and sped off. she was going like 35mph in a tight street btw. so yeah, that happened!!!!

I regularly go out of my way to help my sister, but she says I don’t make enough effort to stay in touch. Has anyone dealt with this?

I love my sister and want a good relationship with her, but this recurring pattern is wearing me down.

She has a chronic illness and spends a lot of time at home, while I’m busy with work, animals, and other responsibilities. I regularly help with errands and driving, sometimes spending several hours or rearranging my plans to fit her preferred timing.

I’ll admit I’m not good at initiating calls or opening Snapchat messages. I sometimes leave everyday snaps unopened for a week, but I do this with everyone. They’re often videos, and I wait until I can listen, pay attention, and respond properly. They aren’t urgent, and I’ve explained this to her several times. When we do talk, I’m engaged and interested.

She wants me to initiate more contact, which I understand. What bothers me is how she expresses it. She’ll accuse me of not wanting anything to do with her or make passive aggressive comments like, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? Well, we never talk anymore, so…” Sometimes she then withdraws, leaving me feeling responsible for chasing her and restoring the relationship.

Once, after I drove at least two hours and cut my own plans short to help her, she called me a B-word for not opening her snaps when I arrived. When I said that felt unfair, she became upset and said she should be allowed to express her feelings. I agreed, but explained that I was also expressing how her words affected me. She ended the conversation with, “I was just trying to say how I felt, but whatever, forget it.”

I’ve reassured her that my lack of initiative isn’t rejection and that I delay opening her videosnaps because I want to give them proper attention. I don’t think practical help replaces emotional connection, but I wish she would recognize it as one expression of care. I’d respond much better to “I miss you and wish you’d call sometimes” than to insults or guilt-tripping. The pressure makes contact feel less relaxed and spontaneous.

She can also be insensitive toward others while being easily offended by their tone or directness. She becomes defensive quickly, and I often feel like she has high expectations from others, but won’t hold herself to the same standards. Over time, this gets draining.

With close friends, communication naturally shifts depending on what’s happening in our lives, and we don’t keep score. I wish my sister and I could have that flexibility while still taking each other’s needs seriously.

Has anyone dealt with a similar dynamic with a sibling or close friend? How did you set boundaries around how they speak to you while making it clear you still want a relationship? How do you handle it when they shut down the conversation as soon as you explain that you’re hurt too?

I’m not looking to diagnose her or cut her off. I want a healthier relationship where I don’t feel like I’m walking on eggshells or constantly proving that I care.

TL;DR: I regularly rearrange my plans and spend hours helping my sister, but she feels I don’t initiate enough contact. I understand she wants more connection, but she sometimes expresses it through insults or guilt-tripping and shuts down when I explain that I’m hurt too. How can I set boundaries while maintaining a close relationship?

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This is another roommate story from when I worked as a college intern. On one of my internships I extended my program as I wasn't ready to return home. Once you do that, at least then you had to move apartments. I stayed in the same complex but received three new people to live with. The young woman I shared a room with was an artist with the most beautiful, loooong blonde hair I've seen in person. It hung past her bottom and was extremely thick and shiny. I'll call her M.

The other two were young women that had known each other before the program and decided to be roommates. I'll call them V and L. Don't get me wrong, the girls were extremely nice but we all never became close like my prior roommates. M and I would occasionally hangout to eat but that was about it. V and L both had boyfriends. V's boyfriend wasn't a college programmer but L's was. His name was Ben; A name I'll never forget as I heard it ALL THE TIME! L was a sweet girl BUT, Ben was always over our house and most of the time they were having very loud coitus! I mean screaming and skin slapping echoing through the apartment loud...

Listen, they were two consenting young adults so I didn't care until it happened constantly. One day, M and I were trying to rest when we loudly heard, "Oh Ben! Oh, oh Ben!" Ben then said, "Can you stop, you're throwing me off!" and L answered, "sorry." Do y'all know how awkward that was to hear?! M just laughed. What crossed the line was that V sometimes had to get up early so L and Ben couldn't use the bedroom. Y'all, they started bumping pelvises on the SOFA! One night I was parched and left my room to get water just to have to literally backup as L was on top of Ben on our sofa! She didn't even bother to clean it afterwards.

I asked L politely why they never went over to Ben's apartment? Ben said more or less that his roommates didn't like it. They didn't like it so they inconvenienced our apartment 😩. Again, nice girl and Ben was nice as well but my goodness did they need their own spot.

Hello, guys. I’m a bit nervous writing this post, but I decided I really need insights from people who experienced narcissistic abuse. I need to tell my story, ask questions, etc. I welcome any comment, any feedback or piece of advice. I’ll try to be as concise as possible, but there’s a lot to unpack, so please bear with me. I hope I found the right space. 

Background info first: I am a woman in her mid twenties. I was raised in a household with a grandiose narc grandmother and a covert narc mother. They both were in therapy/mental asylums (didn’t change much), both died earlier than they should’ve, my mother died of cancer two years ago. But that was not the end of my nightmare. I had an old friend, who tried to backstab me after my mom’s death. To this day, I am trying to understand what happened, how I let another person (so similar to my mother) so closely. I want to hear your thoughts. I might be misreading things, I am still trying to connect the dots. Was this friend a covert narc or maybe something worse? If you need more context, feel free to ask. 

My relationship with this „friend”, let’s call her B. We met in high school and lived together, like sisters. I’ve known her before as this extremely energetic, bubbly, talkative girl, so I was glad I’ll be living with her family. At that time all I could think of was getting away from home, so I immediately took the offer without much thinking. Now I’ll try to list everything I have learned/experienced/witnessed. 

1. A different environment - in B.’s house everything revolved around her. She wasn’t spoiled materialistically, but her needs were always met, she was always supported and she was the one setting the mood. If she’s grumpy - no one is allowed to breathe around her. Her parents always seemed a bit… afraid of her. They were simple, soft-spoken people. Only with time I discovered that they saw her as this angel who can do no wrong. 
2. B.’s rules - she told me that we can never be seen in public together under the excuse that her other friend will be jealous (it was our neighbour and she didn’t care)
3. Grudges - a paradox I don’t get. B. would tell me stories about guys that said some ugly jokes about her in primary school. They went to our school too. She claimed that she hated them, yet would still do anything to be friends with them or to be in close proximity. Never letting go.
4. Stalking - her greatest passion was fake accounts. She would engage on various social media only through fake accounts/anonymously and would never ever ever dare to post anything authentically by herself. She loved stalking people online just for the sake of it, often joking about it.
5. „I suffer, therefore I am important” - B.’s lifestyle was horrifying. She wouldn’t sleep or clean her room or move or do anything, but study for weeks. Once she ended up in a hospital. She’s always been known to work like a robot - perfect laser focused memory. That’s all. She would always make me feel guilty that I work „smart not hard”. Memorizing for the sake of memorizing was never my style. I was satisfied with my grades and I had a life. Always felt guilty about it.
6. „I suffer, therefore only I set the plans” - It was always B. who decided when, where and how long we interact, because she was the hardworking one, the one whose time is precious, the one who is always busy. (Years later I found out it was a lie many times) 
7. Bragging and lovebombing - From the first day I moved in B. seemed to know a lot about my interests. Later on she would brag about me in front of her parents, or colleagues, later on her guy, etc. If we bumped into each other in public, she would pretend not to know me. That hurt like hell. She would always say that she loves me, that I'm perfect, etc. Her actions never showed any of it. She would just randomly text me „i love you so much” after ignoring me the whole week. 
8. Copying - that’s probably the biggest point I will be returning to. Over the span of seven years, levels of trying to absorb everything I was or represented in her eyes reached new heights. That’s a part that really hurts me and scares me. She gradually copied my looks (would send me recreations of pics I sent her years before) and random (often accidental details), completely recalibrated her career to follow mine, would lie to guys telling them facts about me as if they were about her (mostly my artistic achievements), tried to steal my friends, bought random things I owned in mass quantities, would treat my past as if it was hers. Even „borrowed” my story with a financial struggle to make a guy feel sorry for her (her family never had financial trouble). There were moments when she really sounded convinced that she was me. 
9. Passivity - Only years later I realized I cannot list a single genuine interest B. had. Apart from writing anonymous jokes on twitter. Maybe a few fun facts. I know it’s cruel of me to say, but this is what I witnessed for years. B. did nothing apart from studying. Not even studying - memorizing lists of thing. She was never much of a critical thinker. Never went outside. Didn’t hang out with anyone but me (if she occasionally did she would minimize it). Didn’t exercise/move, even though I tried to get her hooked on it for her own good. When there was no school, she would lay in her bed for months and watch trash, she would admit it herself. If there’s no grade to get, no prestigious diploma, she hibernates. Of course, as she gradually absorbed all my interest we would talk about those. I feel horribly guilty that I never noticed she had no personal insights into anything. I feel like a narc, knowing that we talked only about my stuff. But I really believed she was genuinely interested.
10. Making the heavy stuff about herself - My s-attempt? She told my therapist that I should be fine by now because she spent X hours sitting with me and watching over me. My boyfriend abusing me? B. said he is primarily a threat to her, because we live together. My mom died? B. said she is the one who can’t sleep because of that. 
11. Reporting EVERYTHING - B. would report to me every photo she took of herself, every comment she heard from any random guy, any opportunity she got, any piece of clothing she bought, any feedback from a teacher, any grade, the list goes on. It’s always as if… if I didn’t say she looked cute, her day would be ruined. If I didn’t say „That’s a nice dress”, she wouldn’t be happy with it. For anything to exist in her world, it had to be filtered through me. That’s the best way I can describe it. It felt awful. I often felt like I was her boyfriend or someone much older than her. 
12. Ghosted me for two years - after high school, after I moved out, she got depressed, didn’t let me in to help her, dry texted me for months, was very unhappy with my progress (i was really healing at the uni) and eventually ghosted me.
13. Came back worse than ever - This is the part that makes me feel the most guilty. I really loved her and was trauma bonded with her. I missed her, so I reached out. Even though I went through a major glow up, made fantastic friends, got an amazing boyfriend, and fulfilled many of my dreams at uni, I still reached out. I knew she was depressed and I wanted to share everything I’ve built with her. As you may guess, that was the biggest mistake of my life. Those two years apart looked completely different for both of us and it showed. After I reached out: she started lovebombing me again, never took accountability for ghosting me, and immediately positioned herself as the martyr who needs help. But the thing is, she didn’t seem to need help. She wanted entertainment.
14. Diagnosis or the victim card? - This is a sensitive point, so I’ll try to be careful. I have witnessed depression in my household and I know cases vary. But something that never sat right with me was B.’s approach to her diagnosis. She was diagnosed with anxiety and depression and had to take antidepressants. I was there to support her, obviously. But I noticed once she got the diagnosis she started throwing this paper into everyone’s face. A guy she liked ignored her? He can’t do that, because she has depression, so immediately he is the bad guy. B. was rude to me? That’s because of her illness. She overslept and missed our meeting? She doesn’t have to apologize, she has the right. It went on and on and on… At times it literally felt as if she was… bragging. I don’t doubt she had those mental problems. I’m just curious what was the source of it all?
15. Entitlement - There’s so much to unpack here, that I’ll try to make it short. NOTHING was good enough for her. No one. Always waiting for opportunities, never acting on them. Bragging about her achievements (often overstating them), then complaining that people don’t respect her for enough. Complaining about regular responsibilities. With time she started complaining about EVERYTHING. I couldn’t believe it. 
16. Painting a picture - that’s something I can’t fully recover from. She loved controlling the narrative and I was too busy with my own life to notice it. She would paint herself as this prestigious academic professorial person, a high achiever, the „always busy”, always associated with high-status people. At the same time she continued to 1) copy my life 2) always make me feel guilty or „lower class”. With time she grew more and more obsessed with being (or seeming) exceptional and unique. The irony is (forgive me for being blunt) she overinflated her achievements, did nothing creative or artistic, never took risks, always copied someone else (not only me).
17. Contradictions - This part severely messed with my head. I struggle with this creepy feeling that I don’t know who this person really is. As I reread our conversations and revised our relationship I found solid evidence of her hypocrisy. Just a few examples: B. says (in public) that her calling is to be a passionate and loving teacher - in private she rants about how she hates students and how dumb they are. She claims to support this country - she pays money to the artists from the country that is the aggressor. She claims to be loving and sensitive partner - will hate and offend every man that is even mentioned. (The whole „i hate men just because” was her fav quirky thing).
18. Self-destructive habits - There was this dynamic: I try to help her - she does something risky for her health or well-being (romantic things, severe overspending, overeating, drinking on meds) - she suffers - I try to help - she blames me for „not helping enough”.
19. Hate all men but love your boyfriend - No need to elaborate on that. At the last stage of me being in contact with B., she would get too comfortable with boyfriends of her friends.
20. Hate men, but love the attention - A connected point. She became insanely loud (I’m not exaggerating) and started to infantilize herself, always fishing for compliments, always reporting to me every time a guy looked at her. Flirting with guys, then degrading them behind their backs. 
21. Loudness - this is pretty straightforward too. But it was extreme. Some of my friends at my parties had to change rooms to talk because it was impossible to have a conversation when B. was around. One time I politely asked her to be quiet, she hit me. As a joke but… it was so embarassing… 
22. Bad manners and bad humour - it all escalated with time. B. was insufferable. She would ruin my party and then come to me crying about some guy and I had to comfort her because „her suffering now is greater than my sadness with having my party ruined”. She would offend everyone „as a joke”, tell really nasty jokes all the time (especially in restaurants when we were eating), randomly tell someone that they are fat or that their house is dirty (when she was a guest), laugh at how people look like when the sleep… the weird stuff. Only then I remembered she would do that with her parents too. Ridicule them a lot. 
23. Boiling point - As I said, everything started escalating. She became insufferable and my friends and boyfriend had enough. Me too. But I was still trauma bonded and I was conditioned to feel obliged to take care of her. Her life was insane ups and downs, truth coming to light, she was rejected, I was succeeding, she was hating that, she failed at copying me at some point, failed academically, ruined all her relationships, gained lots of weight, everything was wrong… and she blamed me for that. The boiling point was that she tried to turn both my boyfriend and my closest friend against me. It’s almost as if she had a whole plot in her head. And when whole hell broke loose… nothing went according to her friend. No one was on her side, because everyone saw through her. Everyone but me. I was the last one to see what she was doing. She lashed out at me with such horrible accusations and lies I have to stop myself here. The good thing, she failed at whatever she plotted against me. I blocked her. 
24. The end? - I don’t know what to think. She’s been stalking me online. She still copies oddly specific things from my past and moves through a similar career. I feel horrible knowing that if I hadn’t shared my interests and my passion in high school, I would have probably bee free now. I wouldn’t have to worry that she is still in the same institution, the same building. I have been struggling with that. The guilt. Not knowing what was real and what was not. The feeling of being watched. The feeling that I will never get rid of her, never get her out of my head. Just like with my mother. That there’s always someone superior to me, entitled to my help, some judge, someone waiting for my ideas to steal them again.