Crazy Aunt And The Tragic Plot Twist
“My aunt didn’t let her children leave her sight, watch tv, make friends, and didn’t feed them anything but plain rice and chicken for years. There was a mandatory hour of ‘cuddle time’ with mom. They barely knew how to be human beings. The youngest was 8 and couldn’t dress herself since her mother did it every day for all three kids. She homeschooled them too. The only time they left the house was to go to the doctor or dentist.
The oldest left the house and immediately lost her freaking mind. She had no idea how to say ‘no’ and didn’t want to anyway since she was now ‘free’. She got addicted to illegal substances in less than a month and was dead in two from an overdose. This forced my auntie to sober up instantly and handed the other two over to the dad before committing suicide.
The two kids don’t even remember her, they barely remember anything before they went to live with their dad. As far as I know, they’re both mostly normal.
The boy still doesn’t season his chicken though.”
She Stalked Her Own Son?
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“I managed, scheduled, and hired for a ‘fast food place’ in a good neighborhood. A kid comes in for an interview in a button up and tie, I am liking him, and want to know if he has extracurriculars so I can make sure neither of us is wasting our time. I hire him on the spot.
He comes in on his first day, looks like Mom dropped him off. Ok…fair enough, first job…whatever. His mom sits down without ordering and watches him walk to the back to do computer stuff. I go back to the front to work and she is still there. I go check the lobby about 30 minutes later – she’s still there. I get off, a couple hours later and get a call from my co-worker asking about the new kid. I figure it was about his timecard or something. No. The woman is still there… The manager wanted to know if the kid is special or something (he was not, wouldn’t have mattered anyway besides accommodating him).
So I get to work the next day and answer the phone. The woman wants his schedule. I say I can’t give it out, he needs to ask for it or come to the store. She argues with me for a couple of minutes, but I absolutely refuse to give out his schedule.
He comes in about an hour later to get his hours (I had to pencil him in so I have the entire schedule book for the week out). She tried to take it from me, but I snatched it and tossed it on the employee counter and tell her (in the most ‘I’m being polite but GET OUT’ voice) that she is not allowed to look at our schedules, because she’s not an employee and that it is protected communications. She huffs. I give the kid his schedule. I also don’t see her for a while, which is great.
About two months later, she calls the store to tell me to cut his hours because he’s ‘too busy’ now. I called him into the office while I wrote schedules for the next week and asked HIM if he wanted his hours cut. He had no idea why I would ask to cut his hours. I explained his mom called. He looked at me with a 1000 yard stare and said, ‘I just turned 18. Schedule me 40 hours a week PLEASE. I get out of school at 11:00, I can be here at 11:30.’
I scheduled him 38 hours and then the Mom calls and tries to yell at me. I explain that a) I am not her child, or a child at all, and will not be yelled at, b) her adult child asked for full-time work, c) I do not, under any circumstance, owe her any explanation for how I do MY job. She calls two rungs up the ladder and speaks to the franchise supervisor. He told her if she’s so concerned about his work life, to fill out an application.
Three and a half years later, I am not there, the kid is a manager, and the Mom is still ridiculous.”
The Safety Rules For Playdates
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“When my daughter was 8-9 years old she had a friend, Kate, at school, she wanted to bring home after school for a playdate and tea. Sure, no problem.
My daughter comes home with a note asking if Kate’s mum can have an email address so she can get in touch. I give my old Yahoo spam address.
Sure enough, the next day, I get this huge email giving us a list of things that Kate can/can’t do. No television, no playing in the garden if it’s sunny, no chocolate, no cake, no access to the internet on our computers. She can only drink water with her food, no fizzy drinks…and on and on it went.
Now it didn’t mention pets for some odd reason. We had a Spaniel at the time who was the gentlest dog ever. When we walked in the door with Kate, she instantly fell in love with the dog. We went for a walk in the woods with the dog, Kate holding her lead. When we got back, all she wanted to do was play with the dog, so they were all out in the garden for ages. The girls throwing a ball between them with the dog going mad trying to get it. When they came in for a drink, Kate sat on the floor with the dog laying her head in her lap.
Anyway, Kate’s mum comes to pick her up and the girls are now back in the garden, sitting on a blanket, playing with dolls. The dog is also involved, getting her hair brushed or cuddled.
The mum freaks out – you’d think she’d walked into to find the lifeless corpse of her daughter being devoured by a Rottweiler. She actually saw her daughter trying to put a tiara on the dog whilst getting her face licked and laughing her head off. The mum grabs Kate, whilst shrieking at us about how irresponsible we were and what were we thinking. She left, still shrieking at us, despite Kate crying and saying she loved the dog and she was fine.
The next day, Kate’s mum turns up at the door and demands to see the dog’s vaccine records and wanted to know who our vet was so she could check what might be wrong with the dog. She stated that she couldn’t believe we’d expose our own child to a dog, let alone someone else’s. She was taking Kate to the doctor and ‘he would need this information.’
She got told to go away.
The same day, we got a letter – unstamped, from a ‘solicitor’ – demanding the dog’s medical records and any details of related illnesses we might have had. The ‘solicitor’ was Kate’s mum. I checked the details of the company and it didn’t exist.
She got a letter from a real solicitor – mine – ordering her not contact us in any way, shape or form or legal action would commence.
A week later, she removed Kate from the school. Presumably she found one that didn’t take kids whose parents owned dogs…”
Her Parents Knew Her Every Move!
“A rich girl at my college used to semi-regularly borrow my old truck. We were friends and my vehicle was worth maybe a grand, so I didn’t care. We were in agriculture-type programs and I’d honestly just assumed she used it when she didn’t want to trash her 40K pickup. It always came back with a full tank, so whatever.
I eventually learned that her truck had a GPS tracker on it and her parents watched it like a hawk. She would get screamed at and threatened with being financially cut off if the vehicle went somewhere they didn’t approve of, or just stayed too long somewhere (like WalMart) or was out too late.
So, if she got a midnight craving for waffle house while studying, she would drive the old truck. If she wanted to spend an afternoon at the lake, she had to borrow a car or ride with someone.
(Note, this was back when personal GPS was brand new and phones were still dumb).
I can only imagine what her folks would have done if she’d had a smartphone.”
He Had To Give Up His Personal Dreams Because Of Her!
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“I know a kid whose mom never thought whatever school he was in was good enough. He could never make friends because he’d change schools two times a year and was never allowed to follow anything that he enjoyed. Everything he did had to be something that would put him on track for an ivy league school.
So when he gets into an ivy league school and finally gets some freedom away from her, he joins a band. He discovers singing and apparently was really freakin’ good at it.
When he graduated he wanted to stay with the band and perform on weekends, but the mom kept berating him for it and called him childish. He now works at an upscale job in corporate America that his mom chose for him (through connections) that he hates.
After graduation his dad snapped and left his mom, literally just woke up one morning, got into his car, and drove off.”
Way To Jump To Conclusions…
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“My best friend and his brother shared the same room throughout childhood and puberty. They were well-behaved teenagers but their mom was always concerned about illegal substances, so while they were sleeping she would smell their shirts and pants they wore through the day and if she detected a small trace of odor, she would literally start to fight them, before even asking for an explanation.
So one day the mother is checking the older son’s sneakers and she finds a tiny packet. Oh no! She beat the life out of this poor guy, using a broom, while my best friend woke because of all the noise and screaming. The mother broke the broom while hitting her teen child’s back.
At the end, she yelled at him that none of her children would become an addict and threw the packet in front of the two puzzled teens. It was a silica gel packet he forgot to throw away before using his new sneakers for the first time. Their mom didn’t understand English…”
Guiltripping Her Married Child To Stay With Her?
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“My mother wanted my sister to stay at home until I graduated from university…
When my sister ended up marrying, she wanted to move out but caved into family pressure and stayed an extra year before sneaking out in the middle of the night. Keep in mind that she’s 14 years older than me and I was 12 at the time. That would mean my sister was expected to stay for another 10 years, at a minimum, until age 36.
My mom moved to Canada over twenty years ago, but she never picked up the language. My sister became fluent so she could speak, read, and write in both English and Chinese. Because of this, my sister ended up assuming all of my mom’s adult duties, including dealing with the bank, taxes — basically anything or anyone that wasn’t Chinese. It didn’t help that my mother was extremely condescending. She’d do the cleaning and chores but made sure that to let us know that she was doing ‘all of the work’ and that she was having a rough time at every opportunity. Whenever my sister and I were having trouble she’d be extremely dismissive and deflect everything back to her problems. Basically, every argument would boil down to my mother saying that if we were good children, we would be dealing with all of the chores, paperwork, repairs, cleaning, and cooking for her and that she shouldn’t be having to even do any of these things at all. My sister has been fed up with her on more than one occasion, but there was one time when things got serious.
A few months after my sister’s marriage and before she sneaked out, she got pregnant. My sister and mother got into another argument within that time. On one side, my sister was being fed some really bad food by mom as revenge for my sister rushing through the ceremony, essentially getting married without her approval/permission. It only worked because my brother-in-law’s family was visiting at the time from Taiwan, so the timing was perfect. Anyways, anytime my sister would show any disapproval or reluctance to eat her cooking, my mom would rage out and bust out into a tirade about how she spent so much time and money to cook for her, and that she didn’t even have the respect to at least eat it (it was only freakin’ ginger pig feet). Because my mom would go into an argument about this every time she fought back, (and you can’t exactly beat up old people) my sister ended up sneaking meals in the middle of the night for two reasons. One, she couldn’t physically eat the food (she became oddly nauseated to new and specific foods that she wasn’t before during her pregnancy) and she would end up vomiting. And two, my mom would never let her live it down if she was caught sneaking food. She’d probably feel deeply insulted as if she was abusing her, and she’d get even angrier. This led to my sister eating essentially only a meal or maybe even two meals a day, which really ate away at her patience.
Either way, between the abuse and hunger, she snapped. They moved around, shouting back and forth, shifting from the living room to the kitchen.
The stalemate ended when my mom pulled out a knife from the drawer. Her arm was raised, knife peering down at my sister, she walked up to her, shouting louder and louder as my sister shrunk back. Luckily, my brother-in-law forced his way between them. He got out with a few cuts but my sister was fine. I ran off. I was sitting on the stairs, looking down from above. I was 12 back then, so the thought of intervening never crossed my mind.
Arguments between family were the norm for me. I got into a few myself but they would always pass. I just took my distance. Either way, that was the final straw. My mom ended up treating my sister even more coldly since then, and a month later they snuck out in the middle of the night and booked it on the next flight to Taiwan.”
Reserving Her Daughter A Seat For Ice Cream?
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“I live in a really small town…like it’s basically just one street and everyone knows everyone, very safe. Kids here generally get the run of the place, we all know which kid belongs to which parent, stuff like that.
There’s this one mother who won’t let her kid (girl aged 11) go anywhere without micromanaging every step of it. I’d heard she was like this but never experienced it myself until about a month ago.
I work in the local cafe and one day, I got a call from this girl’s mother asking if she could reserve a table… Why? Well, because her daughter would be coming in tomorrow for an ice cream at 11 am. She also asked if I could take payment for the ice cream now over the phone because she doesn’t like her daughter to have money. I told her we don’t reserve tables and no, I couldn’t take a phone payment and ended the call. She called back twice, asking the same things. I told her the cafe was quiet, as she well knew, and there would be a table, I would be there and I would keep an eye on her. Okay, keep in mind, this family live maybe four houses from my cafe…
The little girl came in at 11, I seated her, brought her over her ice cream, and then notice her mother is OUTSIDE across the road, just kind of watching, and she doesn’t leave until her daughter gets up to leave. The next day, the mother comes in and totally interrogates me on daughters behavior. She was asking me things like, ‘Was she polite? Did she eat all of her ice cream?’ I say yes, she’s a lovely little girl, and then the mother seems kind of washed over with relief and is gushing at me, thanking me for taking care of her girl, saying that maybe it could be a regular thing.
I’ve talked to other people and apparently this woman is like this with everything. Her daughter can’t go out without the mother phoning people in advance, secretly tagging along. She can’t just ‘do something,’ ever. From what I’ve been told, the girl is really sweet and well behaved all of the time, and doesn’t need this kind of micromanagement. It breaks my heart because we live rurally and children here have such a carefree and fun childhood, usually with free run of the town with no problem. It makes me sad this kid can’t just pop in for an ice cream when she feels like it like the other kids do. I can’t imagine what her home life is like, or how her mother is going to cope when she hits puberty and gets sick of her crap…”
Too Critical Of What She Wears
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“I love my mom dearly, but I need to get it out.
My mom was super controlling while I was growing up. Once I was old enough to want to pick out my own clothes, she would take me to the mall, fight with me for hours because she didn’t approve of anything I liked, and we would go home empty-handed. She would then go shopping herself and buy me clothes that she found acceptable. By high school, I had a hidden stash of stuff I liked (it was really just band t-shirts and stuff, nothing crazy) and would change once I left the house.
I was washing my stuff once while she was at work and forgot it was in the washer and ran down later that night to get it. Gone. All of it. She denied ever seeing it, but I know she threw it away.
Once I got a job (the day I turned 16), I started buying my own clothes. However, the stuff she didn’t like would ‘accidentally’ end up bleached. She really loves to ‘help’ me, but strings are always, always attached. Oh, you like that dress? Let me get it for you, but in the wrong size, because I prefer your clothes not to be fitted. Oh, let me get you a new living room set! But I’ll pick it out myself. That kinda stuff…
I finally just stopped accepting anything. I love my mom to death, I really do, she’s been there for me my entire life, even when I had a period of time that I was messing up big. She and my Dad paid for my schooling through my master’s degree. She’s an amazing mom, but so freaking critical.
Now since she has no control over me, she criticizes me every chance she gets. Like on Mother’s Day this year, we all went to my aunt’s house to grill out. I wore a casual t-shirt with a cotton skirt. She literally had not made it through the door before she was criticizing my choice in outfits. ‘Why don’t you just go change into shorts? A skirt isn’t necessary.’ I told her Nah, I liked what I had on, and she told me it was ‘completely inappropriate’. When we got to my aunt’s, both of my cousins were wearing dresses, so I loudly informed them I liked their outfits, and that I was glad we could all be so inappropriate together. It’s maddening!”
His Sheltered Upbringing Obviously Didn’t Serve Any Purpose…
“My next door neighbor’s parents had signs around the house by the door and phones that gave specific instructions on what to do or say to a stranger who called or rang the doorbell if the parents weren’t home.
One time we were having my birthday party (maybe 10) and it was cop themed (what I wanted to be growing up). My local police department agreed to host us for a tour of the station and to look at the squad cars. This was clearly printed on the invitations. The same neighbor had to ask his parents for permission to go to with us. His parents came over to look at the party and see what kind of characters were there. They also drove their son to the station in their own car and did not offer rides to any other child. The station was maybe a 1/2 mile from my house. He was my childhood best friend but we went our separate ways.
Last I knew, his sister (who I graduated high school with) left for D.C. and got into politics. He dropped out of high school, private school, private Christian school, and vocational school. He spent 7 years in high school before flunking out. He is a pale Irish ginger kid who thinks he’s hardcore and ‘gangster’. He shaves his head, has tattoo sleeves on his arms. He also smokes and doesn’t want his GED.
The one time I chatted with him when I came home from college, he complained about how difficult it is to get a job without a degree and complained about an elderly neighbor who ‘only gave him $20’ to clean out her basement.
I feel bad for him cause I definitely saw how growing up in that house messed him up. Last I heard, he still lives with his parents, constantly selling his stuff for tattoo money, and works as a dishwasher somewhere.”
She Really Ruined His Future…
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“My aunt is overbearing on her son.
He’s about my age, in his 30’s. She didn’t let him use the internet until he was 18. And when we were in high school, that was around the time it became a standard for schools to give student email accounts, and she made a big deal of him having an email account. I don’t know what came of that, but I do know she was in and out of the admin building of his school to have ‘meetings’ about Internet usage. Supposedly her son is a snowflake and can’t be exposed to the internet and how dare the school undermines her as a mother apparently…
She made him tuck in his shirt and pull up his socks, even in social situations with the family where the rest of us would be wearing jeans, t-shirts, and sandals. Come to think of it, jeans were likely a forbidden item in his wardrobe as well. My mom gave him a pair of Skechers as a gift. The mother returned them, saying, ‘they aren’t conservative enough.’ Uh…okay?
He had a near 4.0 GPA, so his mother wanted to send him away to a boarding school for gifted teens, or something like that. He intentionally started failing his tests and stopped doing his homework so that he would fail, which backfired on him because she ended up removing him from all activities and putting him in intensive academic help programs
He got into a bunch of universities in California, but his mother refused to let him go to school in California (our home state) because she believed, well, I don’t know what she believed. I think she had it in her mind that California schools are bad, and New England schools are the only sufficient schools. And we’re not even talking Harvard status, either – she wanted him to go to some no-name school in Boston because she thought Boston was all prestige. Because in New England, apparently, they don’t party there. Like holy freaking eye rolls!
But then she started to change her mind and decided, as she got closer to college acceptance crunch time, that he wasn’t ready for college. So she arranged for him to stay with a family in India and then somewhere in West Africa – something he did not want to do (and he made it known to all of us). It was around this time that my cousin started to become a real, bitter jerk.
He was a good kid, but I think the fact that she sent him away against his will, and he didn’t have the balls to put his foot down, is what turned him into this annoying jerk that he is now.
Currently, he is still dependent on his mother but fights with her a lot. He is in his early 30’s, never had a girlfriend, never had a career, and he hates everyone. He just smokes all day, goes to the gym, hangs out at the beach, and he goes on Facebook a lot and argues with people on political articles and whatnot. On top of that, I think he’s got a bit of ‘Nice Guy syndrome’ if you will when it comes to girls. He has no life and he’s a huge jerk.
But the thing that gets me is, she still to this day complains about how bad he is. ‘I just don’t understand how he could be so ignorant…’ Um, welcome to earth woman, you made him that way!”