Talk about entitled. These people call out the Karens in their life. Content has been edited for clarity purposes.
Why Did Her In-Laws Get Angry Over Her Wedding Ring?!
“I was allowed to pick out my own wedding set. The engagement ring was a small .25 carat diamond set in a thin 24-carat band with a wedding band to match. This was in 1980, so the price was about $325.
When his mom and sisters saw it, their reaction was, ‘Why didn’t you buy her a bigger ring?’
When they found out I picked ‘that little booger’, they said, ‘You should be ashamed of yourself. We can’t believe you chose that one. He could certainly afford much better.’
This was a foreshadowing of our future.
My mom’s reaction wasn’t much better, ‘What will you live on when he leaves you?’ Such confidence in the choices she trained me to make. Sike!
He also allowed me to pick out my 45th birthday present. When the family got together, my sister-in-law was complaining about how they had to borrow money from her parents to pay down the credit card bill for the purchase of the 2-carat diamond tennis bracelet she HAD to have for their anniversary. Seems she got real ticked off when she was told how her brother had YET AGAIN allowed me, his wife of now 24 years, to pick out a new vacuum cleaner for my birthday.
Again, I had somehow managed to embarrass the family yet again by choosing what I wanted. Something to benefit the home rather than a piece of jewelry that collected dust.
He got me what I asked for, not what he was expected to by his overextended family. He’s been gone for a few years now. I miss him every day. This year would have been 40 happy years for us. And I still wear that treasured wedding set.”
The Youngest And Snobbiest Sibling
“My sister was spoiled and bratty as a small child. She was the baby out of three sisters. We weren’t generally spoiled, but we never went without.
She learned quickly that crying got her what she wanted, so she used tears to get her way a lot of the time. Sometimes my mom would even know she was fake crying, but she’d still give in. She was also prone to tantrums. Because of this, she thought she was entitled to everything she wanted.
When we got to late primary school/early high school, my sister was the ‘It Girl’. She was pretty and smart and had a lot of talents. She was popular with boys and with girls. People loved her, and she knew it. She was never a bully, but you could tell she knew she was adored by others, and she’d use it to her advantage.
When we were in late primary school, she asked for a very expensive pair of shoes for Christmas. She had always been the kind of kid who needed a specific style, a specific brand, and a specific design, so my mom hadn’t gotten them for her because she knew she would accidentally get the wrong kind.
So when my mom took us into the city for some shopping, my sister would not let up. She complained about not getting the shoes, about how that was the ONLY thing she’d wanted, and how Christmas was not the same without them. On and on, about how essentially Christmas was ruined because of these shoes.
I saw the look on my mom’s face. She was heartbroken. Although during the year, my mom very rarely just spontaneously bought us gifts, Christmas and birthdays were the one time when she went all out. She still paid attention to the price of things, but my mom definitely went crazy selecting exactly the right things, buying them, wrapping them, and putting them under the tree.
And now, after all of that work, she was being told she’d ruined Christmas.
I exploded. Although I was normally the meeker out of my sister and me, usually a follower instead of a leader, I turned to her and snapped at her.
I told her, ‘You’re was being an entitled brat! How dare you make mom feel bad after she has spent so much time trying to make us happy.”
My sister was shocked. I don’t remember exactly how she responded, but essentially she backtracked, saying she appreciated what she’d receive and she was just upset about the shoes. I could tell I’d made her rethink her position.
That moment didn’t change her, but she was a lot less entitled after it. Over the years, she slowly changed. Just a couple of years ago, she asked for ‘Scrunges’, which is a type of sponge that wasn’t sold in our hometown, for Christmas.
Yes, that’s right. Ms. I-deserve-to-have-expensive-designer-everything just wanted sponges for Christmas. And I got her sponges for Christmas. I got her other things, but I made sure that she got those sponges.”
Last Minute Room Change
“While on a houseboat trip with my cousin’s family, my cousin and I were supposed to share a room. But last minute, she didn’t want me to share a room with her and she told her mom that.
Her mom then asked my mom to tell me to go sleep somewhere else.
I have very bad motion sickness so not being able to sleep in a comfortable bed on a boat was horrible. I ended up having to sleep on the hard lumpy sofa in the living room area of the houseboat. I threw up every night and I was very paranoid. I was only eight or nine years old.
I had to suffer just because my stuck-up cousin was so entitled that she couldn’t share a bunk bed with me. She needed the top and bottom.”
“Once I worked with a woman who got four weeks of vacation time a year to my one, due to her seniority. I had to cover her job those four weeks a year and she had to cover mine one week a year. One year, she used up all her vacation by August, and I had yet to use any of mine. Then her ex-husband died in September and she wanted to travel out of state for the funeral to be with her adult daughter.
She cornered me and demanded I give her my vacation, the entire week. She did everything she could including guilt trips, belittling, and intimidation. Yet, I still stood by a firm no. She and her cohorts often treated me like the dung on the bottom of a shoe, so I really had no compulsion to help her. I guess it sucks when you need a favor from your favorite bully target and you find out that person actually has a backbone.
Finally, when she realized I would not budge, she said I was selfish.
I burst out laughing.
She made such an issue of it that eventually our boss, the owner of the company, had to get involved and make a rule that no one could donate their vacation time to other employees. I don’t know if she harassed anyone else, but she must have.
And just to be clear, she was allowed time off to attend the funeral, it would just be without pay. So basically, she wanted me (and/or others) to pay for her to attend her ex’s funeral. And not only pay her to go but at the expense of my own vacation paycheck.
I still can’t believe it, and it’s been 16 or 17 years ago at least. I can believe that someone asked that because it never hurts to ask (ask, not demand and bully) but I can’t believe someone who had taken four times the amount of vacation I had and would proceed to call me selfish for wanting to keep what little I was allowed. Boggles.”
Sister With Different Priorities
“My father had just passed away of Hodgkin’s disease. It was after the funeral when our families went to the store to get a few things we needed. As I was down from another state, there were a few things I needed for the extended stay. My mother had told my sister’s family and mine to pick out what we needed and that she would pay for them. My sister lived in this state at the time, not far from our mother. I had several things in my cart, but by no means was I loading it up. My sister, on the other hand, had hers loaded quite full.
As we headed to the register to pay for the items, my sister’s face was turned into a disgusted grimace.
‘You need to put all those items back!’ She said, obviously angry.
I inquired, ‘Why?! I barely have anything while your cart is to the point of overflowing!’
At the time, I was only 28 and not a mother, a fact she pointed out by exclaiming.
‘You’re so selfish. I have four children and you have none. By you having mom buy these things, you’re taking money away from me and my children,’ she exclaimed.
I was used to this type of behavior from my sister, having grown up with her, but this took the cake. It was one of two extreme examples of just how self-entitled she can be.
The other example was when my father was in the hospital, about to make his great journey to the other side. All of our family from all over the county had flown in to make their peace and say their goodbyes.
My sister had asked me to watch her children so she could get her hair cut and highlighted, so she would look beautiful at his funeral. I told her I could, but would not do that. Our father was dying and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with him before there was no time left at all. She went into hysterics.
When we met up later at her house for the whole family to make our peace and say goodbye to him. My mother had made the choice of taking him off his breathing tube. It had been a long battle and we all knew my father was ready to make his transition. My sister got out of her vehicle looking gorgeous, and her hair was perfect. When I told her this too, she shot me a look that was full of hatred, malice, and disgust.
She literally looked at me as if she wanted me to drop dead then and there. How dare I choose to spend the last moments of our father’s life with him instead of with her kids, so she could spend four hours doing her hair.
It wasn’t a hard choice to make. I’m still glad I spent that time with my father.”
“My ex-boyfriend claimed I stole the apartment, car, and his clothes from him. He claimed his right to the apartment that I moved into before him and added his name onto, the car he barely paid anything for, and things of his I didn’t have.
I figured out halfway through the relationship he lied about small details that have little significance. He didn’t tell big lies, but rather inconsequential details. For example, he bought an Xbox One in store from Walmart for $200. He would say he ordered it online for $250 from Amazon. It was a detail that didn’t matter, yet was purposely incorrect and exaggerated on cost. He did this with nearly everything.
First off, the apartment. I moved in first, at 18 years old with my parents as co-signers. They were still co-signers on the lease. I bought all the furniture or moved it from my old room at my parent’s house, from the microwave to the bed. He only owned the Google Home, his clothing, and shared necessities. We agreed upon breakup he would move out, considering I was the primary leaser and he was on the lease as a co-resident. He claimed it was his apartment too, and I should move out and let him stay.
The car really ground my gears. I signed a lease on a brand spanking new Toyota Yaris. Drove off the lot with 17 miles on it. He was on it as a co-signer, since my parents couldn’t co-sign as they were in the middle of selling their house and moving into a condo. He was not on the title, nor insurance. He did not even have a license. He paid, in total, about $700 on that car. Led me to believe it was paid up when it wasn’t, and it got repossessed. I paid over 2K to get it back. Took major damage to my credit.
I paid probably more than 7K on the car to date. Not including gas and insurance. Not to mention he left me with 3K in parking tickets since the car was registered in my name. Thanks to the judge for understanding and knocking off as many as he could for me.
He claims we would have never gotten it if it weren’t for his credit. He had no credit as I did. Having a co-signer only got me a lower monthly payment. He claimed it was his car too, and I should let him have it because he ‘needed it more.’
His stuff? I texted him every other day for three weeks asking when he was going to come get it. He moved in with his friend down the street from me. Anytime he wanted it, he could come get it. He repeatedly told me he’d come get it, and finally did.
I helped him move into his friend’s place and gave him my nicest laundry baskets to keep for his clothes. I kept the broken ones instead. I cleaned out every nook and cranny when he moved out; there was not a single thing of his there. Even things that looked worthless. I packed up for him since he couldn’t be bothered to pack his own stuff when he moved out. If anything was missing, I would find it here before he’d find it there.
On top of all of this, he claimed I was neglecting my cat. I guess 1K of vet bills I paid for and took her to is neglect.
He never took care of the apartment, the car, his or my things. He did love my cat, I’ll give him that. But he seriously destroyed all my things and shared spaces. I asked him to stop smoking in the car, he left burns on the seat, ceiling, and ashes all over the dash. I let him drive it to work down the street once, he scraped the entire front right side on a brick wall. He never helped around the house.
One time, I washed only the dishes I used and not his. After two weeks of mold and no more dishes left for me to use, I was fed up from asking and doing them all.
The kicker? He expected me to take my name off both of them, all while he worked a minimum wage job and had no financial help whatsoever. Even if I did, he’d be evicted within two months and the car would be repossessed at the same time.
I continue to hear from mutual friends about his claims to ‘his property.’ I don’t care to explain it to most people, they can believe his nonsense if they want to.
His entitlement to things he didn’t pay for or take care of is astounding.”
Dinner Chat Gone Wrong
“My dad expects everything his way. He was spoiled rotten by his parents. His entitlement attitude carried into his adult life.
When I was a kid, one of the most common punishments was missing out on Sunday visits and dinner with my grandparents. When I was about nine or ten years old, I’d done something during the week to get banned. My mum and dad took turns staying with the kid who’d been banned for the week. It was my dad’s turn this time. Supper time came around and we had a conversation something like this.
Dad: ‘So what’s for supper?’
Me: ‘I don’t know. What’s for supper?’
D: ‘You’re making supper tonight.’
M: ‘But Daddy, I don’t know how to cook. Mum doesn’t let me touch the stove yet.’
I knew how to make toast, cereal, peanut butter sandwiches, and heat up canned food in the microwave. I told him this and the conversation continued.
D: ‘I don’t want any of that. Make something else.’
M: ‘But that’s all I know how to make.’
I was afraid of him when he was angry. We were entering the danger zone now.
M: ‘I think I know how to make spaghetti and sauce.’
D: ‘Fine. Make that.’
Supper for us was overcooked pasta and Ragu with a single bay leaf.
D: ‘Your mother needs to teach you how to cook better. You’re a girl so need to cook better than this.’
I had to use a chair to be able to even see into the pot. He got huffy about having to even carry the pot of water and open the stuck lid on the jar of sauce. Spoiled man.”
Every Family Has An Aunt Myrtle
“I would say it was my Aunt Myrtle, especially with her first child, Thomas.
I remember one evening when the family had gone to dinner at Red Lobster, and I’d ordered some kind of fizzy drink with cherries in it. I think it was a Shirley Temple.
Thomas apparently wanted the cherries from my drink, and I remember Aunt Myrtle getting upset with me because I didn’t/wouldn’t just hand them over to him.
And in later years, I remember my sister and I hated going on trips with their family because Aunt Myrtle expected us to help out with watching our cousins, and she wasn’t always nice about it.”
“My now ex-wife went ballistic at the suggestion we include her brand new paid in full car and her 401k in our dissolution settlement.
She only had either of them because I paid everything else, including the first and second mortgages. Of course, she still felt entitled to half the equity in the house but in her mind, her car and her 401k were hers and hers alone.
‘I swear if you try to mess me out of my car or retirement, there will be nothing, NOTHING between us!’ She screamed.
I was naïve and stupidly trying to be the good guy; trying desperately to save our marriage. Had I known then what I know now, I would have gone for it. Instead, I stupidly dropped the matter.
Ironically almost six years later, there was nothing between us. I haven’t spoken to her in over five years and I doubt I ever will again. I don’t ever want to waste my time on anyone with her mindset ever again.
In retrospect, it was probably the best money I have ever spent because now no one could ever say I wasn’t fair to her. When she ends up in the street, it won’t be my fault.”
Ugh! Dad’s Side Of The Family
“My dad’s side of the family is the most entitled people I’ve ever met.
One time, when my grandparents (dad’s side) were traveling, they stopped at a Holiday Inn Express for a night. Well, this did not end well for them. My very entitled grandma (who my mom thinks my aunt is a carbon copy of) thought there should be two reading lamps in every room, as in she should not have had to share.
They asked the front desk for another lamp since according to them, there were plenty of empty rooms. The manager got involved, telling them they could not put a lamp from an empty room into their room because someone else might need it. Then my grandfather got involved, making pretty much the same demand as his entitled wife. Needless to say, they had to look for another place to stay that night since they got kicked out of the hotel for being so obnoxious.
Another time, my cousins (dad’s side) and I had gone out to dinner in New York City and were back at our hotel playing cards. We were playing the game where you go around stacking the cards from ace to king and if you don’t think the person before you put down the right card, you say, ‘Nonsense.’
Well, one of my cousins was literally yelling it. After a few rounds of the game, we decided to play Go Fish. Well about midway through our game, a lady walking through the hotel lobby, saw us and tried to strike up a conversation.
So she asked in a friendly tone, ‘What are you ladies playing?’
I told her, ‘We’re playing Go Fish.’
But I didn’t think she heard me over my crazy cousins.
So she asked again, ‘What are you ladies playing?’
My cousin looked at her with a look that could kill, and told her in the most annoying patronizing way possible, ‘We’re playing GO FISH.’
Well, needless to say, the woman walked off in a hurry.
A couple of months ago, my aunt (carbon copy of my grandma above) and uncle decided to come and visit since they were on the east coast for a change. They took us to a restaurant for dinner, and it being Friday night was a little crowded. The hostess told us we would likely have to wait about 10 – 15 minutes. Compared to some other places I’ve been to, this was not that bad.
My entitled aunt looked the poor girl dead in the eye and demanded, ‘Are you freakin’ serious?!’
Well, obviously it scared someone into action since not 30 seconds later we had a table. My uncle paid for dinner though.”
“When I was giving my niece $200 dollars to help with my younger sister’s funeral, my narcissist half brother said, ‘I deserve that money, not her.’
What they didn’t know, it was half of what was left of my ‘savings.’
I should have slapped his face because he was responsible for my younger sister’s lack of interest to live because he demanded and pushed people to their limits, just to help himself.
I was appalled by his request because he didn’t realize I was at the edge of losing my job. People in my sister’s family were asking about my car as if I should get a loan to pay for this funeral? No one knew I was there at the hospital earlier in the morning before her death. No one knew how upset I was over my sister’s lack of interest to stay in this world because her own daughters didn’t care enough about her and her husband was distant.
When she died I recalled her words so many months before, ‘I hope they cry. But if they do, it will be crocodile tears.’
I knew they cared so little about me too. This is why I don’t maintain relationships with my nieces and my stupid narcissistic half-brother.
Why can’t people understand I am not a money-making machine account?”