For some odd reason, some parents believe they and their kids should be able to have whatever they want, whenever they want. But that is never the reason! That's a lesson these parents really need to learn.
People on Reddit share the most entitled parents they've ever come across. Content has been edited for clarity.
Karma Rearing Its Ugly Head
“I’ve been dating my girlfriend (‘Eva’) for almost three years now. She’s the most beautiful and amazing (in every way) person ever. However, my mother doesn’t see her quite the way I do.
The things my mother hates about her and constantly insulted her about are how she looks – a skin condition (vitiligo) affecting her entire body, Most insults were about vitiligo. Which for me of course is something beautiful.
I of course have always done my best to protect her from my mother’s rudeness and will always do. It is one of the main reasons why I wanted to move out in the first place. I blocked her, we changed social media and numbers, and I never exactly hesitated to counter her hurtful words using my own hurtful words..
Well, a week ago, I was told by my father that my mother wants to talk to Eva and me about something important. I refused to start any kind of contract.
However, a few days later, both Eva and I were contacted by my mother, who after months made the effort to find our new social media accounts.
The content of her messages first shocked me, then I remembered that Eva told her during one argument something along the lines of, ‘I really wish you went through what I did.’ (Eva basically suffered years ago because of the aforementioned vitiligo).
Then, I realized it: karma hit her hard.
In the messages, she said she understands what Eva has gone through now that she has white patches around elbows, knees, and hands. I told Eva about it, who found out that my mother messaged her as well. At first, she suggested we send screenshots of her previous hurtful messages.
It was a few days of thinking and talking things through with Eva to figure out the best thing to do, all while my mother was constantly messaging us (which we ignored). We decided against sending the screenshots as it would be pointless drama mongering and my mother might use it against us.
So, what I wrote (earlier today) in return was: ‘I’m sorry that happened to you and that now you know what it is like, but to me, it comes off like you apologize only because your insults turned against you and you realized how hurtful it is. This doesn’t change anything, leave us alone!’
What Eva wrote: ‘Sucks realizing that the worst thing you said now applies to you, right? I hope you now realize how hurtful it is! Or should I remind you?!’
Still awaiting results.”
It’s Shocking She Did Not Get What She Wanted
“This just happened. I was having a great morning with my wife and kids when my neighbor texted me. We have never spoken in the six or seven years that we have lived here, and she has always given my family and me dirty looks. This never bothered me, but it always bothered my wife. We never knew why she did this, but today we found out. Side note: Her husband seems like a decent guy who just acts like he is defeated by his wife. The few times that I have spoken to him, the conversation has always gotten cut short because his wife needed him for something.
My house has a very long driveway. The driveway leads up a hill to my house at the top. The bottom quarter of the driveway is shared by my two neighbors. They have to drive up it to get into their garages. My side yard overlooks one neighbor’s backyard while my backyard overlooks the other’s backyard. My pool is in my backyard.
Basically, she wants me to give her my driveway so she can build an in-ground pool for her kids. Her kids are a nightmare and she has never controlled them. She just lets them run around and do whatever they want all day. I still don’t fully understand why she needs the rights to my driveway to do that, but she did not like being told no. If I’m being honest, I did get angry and a little immature during the conversation, but I felt it was warranted for the situation. She thought that threatening and making terrible comments about my kids would be the best way to get me to do what she wants.
But no lady, that did not work and never will.”
Let’s Hope The Peace Remains
“I own my own home, have two horses, a cat, and recently my mom has also moved in because she was in financial trouble.
So here’s where things go south. My neighbor’s son and his family, wife, and two girls (four and seven) live in the nearest city and didn’t feel safe. I don’t blame them, and because my neighbors are saints they opened their home and the brood moved right in. Up until this point, I was the youngest person in the neighborhood at 29, so having kids wander around is new for everyone. At first, it was no big issue; they stayed inside, got settled, maybe they were good kids? Total long shot, I know, but a girl can hope.
So one morning I was letting my horses out into the front pasture, a Clydesdale and a Welsh Pony, and I heard the most high-pitched squealing from next door. It was so shrill my Clydesdale second-guessed going outside, but cautiously proceeded only to be met with more squeals. I popped my head out and the two girls are literally losing their minds. And I get it. Little white pony and the horse from Brave, but still, they’re large animals they don’t know so they should have the sense not to approach right? Pft. Not a chance. These kids sprinted to the fence shrieking. The pony runs around in panic, and the Clydesdale standard there with the same confused look I’ve got on my face. Then the four-year-old started to go under the fence.
‘Don’t you dare climb under that fence!’ I said firmly, and admittedly kinda harsh.
I walked over to them and they looked like they’re about to cry, but I explained firmly they’re big animals and could hurt them easily and never go over or under the fence. They go home, I clean stalls. An hour in I hear someone banging on the door of my home, and I can see through my barns hatch door my mom and the kid’s mom are having a conversation. The kid’s mom then storms down to the barn.
I’ve never met this lady but I know an entitled parent when I see one. She starts going off on me, screaming ‘How dare you make my kids cry! They just wanted to see the ponies!’
But when she takes a breath I get my point across, saying, ‘Ma’am, your youngest was crawling under the fence towards two large animals none of you know. That Clydesdale is a 2,000 pound draft horse, he can literally crush you, not feel it, and do permanent damage. The pony looks cute but needs an experienced hand as he is very untrustworthy, flighty, and has a tendency to bite. Your children are not allowed near them without my consent and heavy supervision, and never allowed in the pasture with them, do you understand?’
She then started ranting about, ‘Well if they’re so dangerous why do you have them? Are you even allowed to have them? I should call animal control!!’
She huffed off, and I continued to work. Later that evening when the husband got home, I explained what happened. He’s understandably alarmed and I explained how dangerous that situation is, he agreed
So, I’m optimistic with his reaction but he’s often not home so I stayed cautious. Later in the next week, I was working from home and I suddenly heard screaming. I rushed outside, and the four-year-old was bawling in the middle of the pasture with the pony doing laps around the parameter of the fence as my Clydesdale slowly approached the little girl. The seven-year-old is crying outside the fence and calling for her mom. My initial terror receded a bit because my Clydesdale is essentially a golden retriever in a horse’s body. He’s gingerly approaching her in a slow, friendly, way and being as nonthreatening as he can. And with him so close the pony won’t rush them. He’s probably about three steps from her but I yelled for him to halt, and like a good boy he does. I made my way in with them and start asking the girl questions. She’s clearly scared, so I pick her up and walk out, making my Clydesdale heel to me just in case the pony gets a dumb idea.
The mom is still nowhere in sight, so I took them to my neighbors. What proceeds was about thirty minutes of screaming and crying. The girl’s mother was the one to open the door, she started screaming at me and firing off questions before my neighbors intervene. I told everyone exactly what happened and my elderly neighbors. Blew. Up. At her, not me. They screamed at her for being so irresponsible and negligent, how they could have been hurt. The mom tried throwing blame on me but they weren’t having it. My neighbors apologize profusely and I went about my day until the husband gets home.
He came by and apologized too, for his family’s behavior and especially the behavior of his wife. I accepted it and said I understood, they’re little girls, I too know the allure of magnificent fluffy horses. The mom was at fault for not watching the kids. I’m just glad everyone was okay. The girls were still really shaken up so I extended an olive branch, because well, I was an overexcited kid who liked horses once too, just with a horse mom who knew what she was doing. And I didn’t want this to completely traumatize them from being around horses.
So the next day I properly introduced them to my Clydesdale, with him in his stall with the inside hatch open and the girls being supervised by their father and me. Safe in the barn. They loved it, Clydesdale loved the attention, everyone’s happy, right? Well except the mom, who took my olive branch as an offer to ‘teach them horseback riding, give free lessons’ but her husband shot it down hard, and presumably so did my neighbors.
Here’s hoping it stays peaceful.”
Karen, That’s Illegal
“I recently had an emergency appendectomy, and recovery has been slow. I had to take time off from my own athletics, but worse, from coaching in the kid’s sports program I’m involved with. It made me self-conscious about exercising in public spaces, but I was starting to finally get over it as friends convinced me the source of the concerns were all in my head.
There’s no way to get back to it other than training, so despite the anxiety, I started running again as soon as the doctors approved it. Occasionally, there were other people at the track but I didn’t really notice because I run with headphones on and try to zone out in these lighter sessions.
But little did I know my friends were wrong. It was not all in my head, I was being watched, and more than that, I was being judged.
On Friday, I was setting up for practice at the kid’s program and the head coach asked me into his office because a parent had a complaint. A parent I didn’t know too well, ‘Karen,’ was there and he said she had specific complaints about me. I was a bit nervous, as anyone is being called to meet with their boss over a complaint, but I figured it was a classic case of ‘My kid should start more,’ or ‘I know my kid tried out as a midfielder but I want him/her to switch to defense,’ that kind of ‘rules don’t apply to me’ thing.
But instead, I sat down in the office, and Karen was playing my boss a video of me running on the track.
She then went on to explain that her eight-year-old son, one of the players on my squad, was lapping me in the video and insisting the coaches needed to hold themselves to higher athletic standards than the young players if they want to prepare them for college teams. My boss patiently but firmly explained to Karen my physical abilities are not the parents’ concern and all personnel is closely managed by the head coaches who understand each unique situation and what’s appropriate and that her son wouldn’t be impacted.
Karen then went on to say my being out of shape was probably connected to why I’d been taking so much time off lately (Uh… technically yes, it is because I was in the hospital.) And complaining that the personnel changeover isn’t good for the kids. My boss again reiterated that the head coaches hadn’t changed or taken any time off and that I was still one of the most skilled in the area I instruct, so this was not her concern.
She asked if there was someone else she could speak to, but he explained that he was the owner and founder of this program, so, no there was not.
I knew my boss was intentionally avoiding saying what had happened to me or even alluding to a health issue, to protect my privacy, but I figured maybe being transparent with her would show her how ridiculous she was being (and keep her tuition dollars in our program during a difficult time for sports clubs.)
But when I explained she just turned to the boss and said, ‘Well maybe you should furlough her until she’s healed and bring on a healthy coach in the meantime, because my son needs someone out there who can keep up with him.’
My boss respected what I was trying to d,o but made clear we weren’t going further with that strategy to avoid setting a precedent of sharing coaches’ personal circumstances—telling her why people take time off or what their health status may be is not her concern because the program manages that and makes appropriate decisions.
She kept kicking up a fuss, but the coach finally told her he had to get back out on the field, back to her son and everyone else’s kids.
She started physically leaving but continued fussing about how she was not satisfied and would not be recommending us to other parents.
The coach wasn’t preparing to leave, instead, he stopped her in her tracks to tell her if she was found to be surveilling or otherwise harassing any staff members again, she would be banned from the program — no games or practices, no team social events, no presence in our buildings, and no clemency.
So, that was pretty satisfying. Her son is a good, average, kid and I’m glad the consequences were focused on booting her out rather than limiting his opportunities to have fun playing.”
That’s Some Powerful Pasta
“A couple of nights ago I was cooking for myself, which is a rare thing these days. I was making a pasta bake with a bacon tomato sauce that I wanted to try. It was going well, basically, all finished I was just waiting for the garlic bread to cook in the oven.
Now, the extractor fan for my kitchen is on the wall right near the pavement outside. So that’s where it vents the heat and whatnot from cooking. I can also hear people’s conversations through this hole, like word for word if the road is quiet.
I’m about to check the oven when I hear a knock at my front window, and see an angry-looking dude staring at me. Like, he was standing SO close to my front window, he could see me, through the net curtains.
I cautiously went to the door in my cooking apron with a large wooden spoon.
Entitled Dad (known as ‘ED’): ‘Are you cooking?’
Me: ‘Uh, yeah. Some pasta.’
ED: ‘Can you stop? The smell is making my daughter feel ill.’
Me: ‘Uh. That’s, not my problem, Sir?’
ED: ‘HOW DARE YOU. It’s making my daughter ill, now stop it right now.’
Me: ‘Sir. I am in my own home, I allowed to cook whatever I want. If the smell is making someone sick, go away from the smell.’
ED: ‘UGH!’ stomps off in a right mood
Me: returns to the kitchen and continues cooking
ED: from outside I hear through the extractor fan hole ‘He won’t stop, he was very rude to me and threatened me with a rolling pin!’
Did I? Rolling pin, for making pasta huh? Sure.
The next part was a little hard to hear, he must have walked further up or down the pavement or something as I couldn’t hear it all. I think he was on the phone with his poor wife, because not long after a woman came hurrying up to my window and tapped on it.
Mother: ‘Hello? My husband said you made my daughter sick!?’
Me: ‘Miss. I was cooking my dinner in my kitchen, your other half then banged on my window saying the smell made your kid ill.’
Mother: says nothing and walks away in silence
Heard nothing from the fan hole. No idea what happened.”
She Couldn’t Be Happy For Her Niece
“I’ve always been above average in a lot of things, which bothers my aunt to no end. This has led to her pushing my cousin too far, and cousin and I are sick of my aunt ruining her mental health over trying to make her better than me in things that she doesn’t even care about.
Well, grade eight is the year we have the option to apply for an IB school, which is basically the gifted program continued into high school. We have an English and French program, but French is always seen as the more prestigious program. My parents made sure my first language was French so I’d get a head start and hopefully when I’m older, better jobs. My cousin, on the other hand, didn’t start immersion until grade three, and her French isn’t the strongest.
So we both apply to the French IB program because my parents asked me to so I had the option, my cousin because EA told her to.
Well we get applications back, I got in, but my cousin got fourth quartered waitlisted, which basically means almost 100 people have to drop out. My aunt was not happy with this. So what does my EA do? Well, she calls me from my cousin’s phone to berate me of course.
During that phone call, she demanded I don’t go to that school since her daughter had not gotten in. She swore at me multiple times, and also spent a solid 10 minutes going on about how my cousin deserves it more.
I honestly just stayed on the call to see what insults she could come up with until she was repeating herself. I actually did attend that school for grade nine out of spite, but I just wanted to go back to school with my friends and apply for HPA, so that’s what I did this school year.”
Karen Missed An Important Detail
“My friend who’s Russian traveled to the U.S. once to visit his cousin. They were eating at a café after he landed at the airport. They both started to speak Russian, and this ‘Karen’ walked up and said, ‘WHY ARE YOU SPEAKING A FOREIGN LANGUAGE?’
He turned to her and said, ‘Ma’am, we are trying to have our coffee in peace. Please leave us be.’
He speaks English well but has a strong accent. Karen returned with, ‘I’M CALLING THE POLICE, YOU NEED GO TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY.’
She then stormed off. When she came back, she had a hand mark on her cheek and was being followed by security. She obviously slapped herself or something crazy like that because it apparently looked like she was beaten. The mark was done with the left hand.
Security rocks up and asked, ‘Did you assault this woman?’
‘HE SLAPPED ME AND STOLE MY WALLET,’ Karen screamed.
The security was ready to take him out of the café when he put up his left hand. He was missing two fingers on it. The mark on the lady’s cheek has five. She then looked puzzled. Long story short, she was taken from the building and my friend got a free coffee.”
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, Karen
“My whole family except for my younger brother and I were born in Europe, while we were born in the states. Our household speaks English and our Slovak at home, so I learned both, however, I learned to write in Slovak first. I started going to school at a charter school and had a great time until in the third grade I met a real nightmare of a person. He complained and snitched a ton to get his way, bit people, (occasionally), and was overall a terrible person. This story takes place in the 5th grade.
Every year at school, we had a book fair. It is basically an expensive bookstore fundraiser. That year, I managed to snatch up the last book they had in stock of my favorite series. I paid for it and sat down and read for about 15 minutes before the rude kid and his Karen mom come in. I then see Karen walking towards me.
She stood over me for a while, and then said ‘Excuse me.’
‘Yes?’ I replied.
‘Give me your book,’ She said.
‘No!’ I firmly stated.
‘GIVE ME YOUR BOOK! MY SON WANTS YOUR BOOK, SO YOU HAVE TO GIVE IT TO ME! YOU ARE TOS OLD TO BE READING THIS KIND OF BOOK, YOU ARE ALREADY TEN!’ Karen yelled at me.
I said no, and I would not give her the book. Then, this woman slapped me clean across the face, and tries to kick me in the balls before my friend football tackled her! The one cop at the school is called, while the teachers and friend try to calm down Karen. Meanwhile, the kid sneaks up on me, and bites my arm! I elbowed him in the face and run outside.
After a couple of minutes I was fine, and the cop was there, they had calmed down the Karen. But the second I came back to get my book, she started fighting back, and saying that I had assaulted her! The cashier and my friend told everyone the truth and I was told to go to the nurse, which I did. Two hours later, my friend and I were called to the principals’ office where he asked us what happened. We answered truthfully and he then checked the security footage where the whole thing unfolded. Later some guy asked my parents if they wanted to press charges, which they answered as no.
The kid got suspended and I got them to pay for my book!”
She Had To Save Her Cat
“I recently got a new kitten, and my mom decided to invite her friend (EM) and kids (basically spoiled toddlers and one spoiled child) to our house. I met my mom’s friend during language school. She is a nightmare, and so are her kids.
So the day came, and when they entered the house, EK (The toddler) saw my cat and ran to it. The cat started running until the kid cornered it. I quickly interfere and made sure my cat was safe. One hour passes with no trouble at all. The toddlers are watching the TV and my mom is talking to the idiot with coffee. I was over in the other room playing some Battlefront 2 on my PC while my cat sat next to me on the chair. So during the game, my cat decided to jump away from the chair. I assumed he’s going to get some food, but I then heard long screaming from the toddlers. I quickly ran to the kitchen, and the same toddler was chasing the cat. He picked the cat up and started squeezing it. I tried to gently remove his hands but he wouldn’t let go and the cat started meowing. I did what any sane person would do, and pushed the toddler so the cat can run. He runs, and the toddler started crying. After that, the EM gets up and screamed at me.
EM: ‘You freaking piece of trash. How dare you push my child!’
Me: ‘Shut up! He attempted to kill my cat.’
EM: ‘HE WAS ONLY PLAYING!’
Me: ‘I DON’T CARE IF HES PLAYING OR NOT. THE CAT WAS BEING SUFFOCATED BY THAT PIECE KID OF YOURS.’
EM to Mom: ‘Are you going to let your child swear at me?’
Mom: ‘Time you left. Get out.’
EM: says something in Russian and takes her kids.
Anyway, that’s that. I never saw that woman again and I’m so happy.”
She Was Putting The Kids First
“When I (20F) was 18, I downloaded a couple of dating apps as I wanted to find a potential lifelong partner. I met a few people here and there that I was and wasn’t fond with some until I met a guy who I instantly clicked with
We had all the same interests in movies, pop culture, dining, music, and other fun activities. Obviously, to a lovesick young woman, he was the one I wanted to be with and possibly date. We had a fair share of meetups, he always treated me so respectfully and showed me nothing but kindness, I was falling in love with him day by day.
After a while, he wanted to bring me over to his place to play video games and hang out. I obviously accepted and he comes to pick me up soon after. The car ride was fun, and we finally get back to his house.
He opened the door and what I saw with my own eyes made all my guts sink to my butt. There were Hot Wheel tracks scattered over, one of those fake automatic cars for kids and tons of superhero action figures, obviously these items aren’t for a grown adult, so I had to ask him
Me: ‘Umm.. who’s toys are those?’
Entitled Dad (‘ED’): ‘Oh! Those are my son’s toys, he’s just at his mother’s and won’t be back till the evening.’
Me: ‘Wait wait wait, so you’re telling me you had a son this whole time and you didn’t have the guts to tell me? Why would you lie?’
ED: ‘I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal as my son isn’t a brat and is well-behaved, it’s not like you have to see him.’
Me slowly staring to pack my bag: ‘I apologize, but I stated that I don’t want kids in my bio for a reason, I honestly think it’s gross that you would lie about your child’s existence to your potential girlfriends.’
ED: ‘Don’t be rude. He’s just a kid.’
Me: ‘yeah, a kid who’s going to grow up confused and is gonna wonder why he grew up with different mothers every month. The only victim here is your son. I truly hope you find a woman who will love him to the center of the universe because what you’re doing is messed up and it’s just going to cause issues in the long run. And ‘you don’t have to see him?’ So basically you’re telling me that you’re a deadbeat too?’
ED: ‘Yeah, whatever, I don’t need your TED talk, Just get out of my house.’
Me: ‘I don’t need you to tell me, was already planning on it’
I took the bus home as I didn’t want to be in the car with him and blocked every bit of his social media in case he wanted to contact me again.”