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Karen DESTROYS My Car, I Press Charges! | Reddit Stories
Karen DESTROYS My Car, I Press Charges! | Reddit Stories
Karen demanded I move from my table at the restaurant so she could sit there with her son. She then complained to the manager to the point where he had to call the cops on her. Once they arrived she still refused to cooperate, which resulted in Karen getting arrested! Subscribe for more reddit podcast stories.
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00:38 Karen Demands my Table, Gets Arrested!
04:07 AITA for leaving Thanksgiving Dinner?
06:33 Maternity Wear
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You can also save up to $1 off per gallon at the pump with fuel points. More savings and more inspiring flavors make shopping King Super's worth it every time. King Super's fresh for everyone. Fuel restrictions apply. - Hey there, Mr. Redder here. Welcome back to another episode of our slash entitled People Stories. Our first story we'll be reading today. Karen destroys my son's car, so I press charges. After that, why don't you ask someone who works here? The time I was a jerk. And after that, my Karen sister keeps using me for money, but I've had enough. Now for every thumbs up this video gets, one Karen does not get to destroy someone's car. Can't destroy a car if you don't even have one Reddit point. So please smash that like button and subscribe and turn on notifications for new stories from Reddit every single day. Karen destroys my son's car. I press charges. I have a 17 year old son who has a girlfriend and an ex. My son also has a car. I think you can see where this is going. My son dumped his ex girlfriend because they began to have feelings for another girl. He spoke to me and I made sure to tell him to dump her lightly and not to hurt her feelings before trying things out with the other girl. He did, telling ex why she was being dumped. Obviously the ex was not happy. She ended up keying my son's car. I'm talking to the point where it is completely messed up. She carved my son's new girlfriend's name onto the doors and called her names. She also drew a man who looked goofy and labeled him my son's name. She also broke one of the windows and poured a soft drink into it. I came home as she's pouring in the soft drink and immediately called the cops. The ex got arrested and had to pay bail. I'm feeling like pressing charges because it's my son's first car and we don't wanna spend much money on a new car. The ex's mother came to my house and was full on screaming about how I'm a monster for calling the cops on our daughter and how my son cheated and deserved to have his car ruined. I don't feel the slightest bit bad for pressing charges and ruining this girl's life because she's acting like a complete psycho. Am I the jerk? Not the jerk. As much as people like to think so, being cheated on or dumped is not an excuse to damage people's property. Not the jerk. If she doesn't face repercussions while she's young, how will this woman learn that it's not okay to vandalize someone else's belongings? Also, her mom is part of the problem. Well, what would you do in this situation? Would you press charges or not? Please let us know. At a girl, Karen, there's no better way to get vengeance on a man who's broken your heart than by destroying his car unless it's a DeLorean. Why don't you ask someone who works here? The time I was a jerk. This is an old story from about 20 or so years ago. I stopped at Costco on the way home from work. I just came in looking for some electronics or whatnot and so I wasn't pushing a card. And while in the electronics section, this older woman sees me looking over some item and I can see she's interested in an item shelled near the one I'm looking at. I don't even remember what the items were. Anyway, she turns and asks me some very specific questions about the item she's looking at. I looked up at her and simply answered, "Sorry, I have no idea." A few minutes later, at the other end of the same aisle, this same lady comes up to me with some other item in her hands and asks me, "Do you know blah, blah, blah about this?" Again, it was an item that I had no idea about. And at this point, I'm mildly annoyed and just answered, "Nope," and turned to go browse the next aisle over. It's worthwhile, I think, at this point in the story to explain that I was working in Northern New Jersey, basically a suburb of New York City, in a fairly stressful job. And one of the reasons I had even stopped at Costco was that my 12-mile ride home was mired in terrible traffic. Rather than spend the next 30 minutes trying to go the last six miles home, I pulled into the Costco I was about to crawl past, figuring I'd do a little shopping and let some of the traffic clear out while I did so. So I started this whole experience wound a little tightly. On top of that, this was when I was in my early 30s, or late 20s. I was a pretty big jerk back then. I have mellowed since and partly due to this experience. Anyway, moving on. Five minutes later, I'm nerding out over whatever thing I was looking at in the next aisle and the woman comes around the corner from the other aisle where I'd left her, specifically walking past other customers to come to ask me a third question about something that I had no idea about. By now, I'm pretty annoyed. It's clear to me that she's not flirting with me or anything like that, and I cannot understand why she keeps coming to bug me about these things when all I wanna do is just waste a few minutes out of traffic. In all honesty, if I'd had any answers for her, I would likely have given them to her, but I didn't have those answers. In reply to her question, I gave her a crappy look and in a very condescending voice, I said, "I have no idea, but maybe you ought to ask someone "who works here," and made an overly dramatic gesture with my hands pointing towards one of the employees rounding the corner at the edge of the electronics section about 20 feet away. The woman looked at me, somewhat offended, and didn't say another word. I didn't give a darn. Why couldn't this lady leave me to my nerding out? I left the electronics section and wandered off and after another 20 or so minutes of walking around and just avoiding traffic, picked up some grocery item or other and walked to the cashier line to pay for it. As my turn came up to pay, I pulled out my wallet looking for my membership card and could not find it. I knew I had to show it to get into the store and quickly checked all my pant pockets, no card. The cashier smiles at me and points to my chest. I looked where she was pointing and in a split second I realized, maybe not for the first time ever, that I was a giant jerk. So my employer had access control on all buildings and you scanned your employee ID at the door of any of these buildings to enter. Employees were also obliged to display their IDs at all times while on work property. Many people wore the badge attached to one of those retractable cards that you clipped to your belt. Some wore their badge on a loop of ribbon around their neck and others, like myself, wore their badge in a transparent pouch that was designed to clip onto a shirt or jacket pocket. My employer also required business attire. So on my way home from work, I was dressed in leather sold shoes, pleated dress pants, a white button down shirt and a tie. Left the jacket in the car for the trip to Costco. Apparently, I also left my work ID badge holder still clipped to my shirt pocket. At that point in time, it would not have been unusual for me to go in and out of buildings at work a dozen or more times on any given day. After a year or so, it had become a well-practiced and unthinking motion for me to grab my work ID from the badge holder that held it on my shirt pocket, flash it to the door sensor and just slip it back into the pocket on the holder as I entered a building. Apparently, when I pulled my Costco ID out of my wallet to get into the store, I unthinkingly placed it in the badge holder since I had forgotten to take that off and leave it in my car with my jacket instead of back into my wallet. I had been walking around the store looking like a manager with a badge displaying the Costco logo prominently and bright red letters right on my chest. As all of this realization came to me in the second or two after the cashier pointed out my Costco ID card I was wearing, my face went a little pale and she asked me if I was okay. I mumbled something about feeling dumb and this being a habit from work as I paid for my stuff. I hurried out of the store hoping I didn't see the woman who had been asking me questions. It began to dawn on me that if I weren't such a jerk coward, I'd go and find that woman, explain to her what happened and apologize for being so rude. Instead, I just left the store in shame feeling about two inches tall. My care and sister keeps using me for money but I've had enough. I'm 34 female and the eldest of nine siblings. My sister Sarah, 24 fake name and I aren't close. I love all of my siblings and I'm close with all of them except for her. Save big this summer with great deals. All in the King Supers app. Get delicious half gallons of King Supers, City Market brand milk for $129 each with your card and a digital coupon. Then get juicy two pound packages of strawberries for $299 each with your card. Shop these deals at your local Kroger today or tap the screen now to download the King Supers app to save big today. King Supers, fresh for everyone, prices and product availability subject to change, restrictions apply, see site for details. - Looking for a financial institution that has fewer fees, better rates, and gives back to the local community? 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She didn't come to my wedding and didn't even know that I had gotten divorced until two years later. She refused to accept my request to add her own socials and never responded to my calls or texts. It hurt, but I didn't want to push, thinking that she might eventually come around so long as I kept the door open. A year ago, she finally accepted my social media request and sent me a DM. It started out as just a, "Hey, sis, how are you?" After some awkward small talk, I learned that she's not doing well financially due to her boyfriend losing his job. She asked me if I could lend her some money as she was short for groceries. I agreed and told her that she didn't have to pay me back. I sent what she asked for and a bit extra. She thanked me and asked if we could visit for a proper catch up. I agreed and we set it up. The visit came and went and she didn't show up or answer my calls or texts. I assumed that something came up and texted that she let me know when we could reschedule. Two days later, she DM'd me, saying her cell phone had been cut off for non-payment. She asked for help to get it reconnected and said she'd pay me back when she could. I agreed and sent it to her. A few days later and she asked for more money. I sent her the money again, but told her that I can't send anything else until she pays me back because I didn't have any more that I could spare. I felt like I'd been used. Then one day, she asked for cab fare. I said that I'd pick her up and drive her myself. She got angry and accused me of not trusting her. She blasted me on the family group chat, saying that I was refusing to help her and that I was selfish. Sarah recently posted something about how she loves her family and how much they mean to her. She tagged all of my other siblings except for me. Five minutes later, she sent me a text asking me for money for diapers and I lost it. I asked her why she only ever contacts me when she wants money and that I was feeling used. She denied it and said she was angry that I could accuse her of such a thing. I sent her screenshots to prove it. She said, "Just forget it then." I tried to apologize for being rude and she ignored me. A few days ago, she asked for help paying for rent and offered to repay the loans as soon as she could. I could help, but I don't want to. I feel like I'm being used. It hurts that she only ever contacts me when she wants money. So, am I the jerk? Not the jerk. Why do you feel bad for accurately calling out her using you? Totally not the jerk. Please stop funding her life. You're so desperate for a relationship with her that you're allowing her to manipulate you into giving her money. Don't fall for that crap. Not the jerk, sibling or not. I would not be reaching into my pockets for someone who only contacts me when they want money and clearly is not interested in a relationship. Whatever her reasons for disliking you, Sarah doesn't seem like a nice person. Is she like this with your other siblings? Is she hitting them up for money too? Would your siblings have any idea why she's like this with you? You're the jerk. You sound just like my brother to be honest. From what you're telling us, it sounds like you can easily afford to help out your sister but are just choosing not to. Not everyone in life is handed out a comfy six figure salary. Those of you who have this level of privilege should really stop being so stingy with your hordes of money. Well, what would you do in this situation? Would you keep giving your sister money or not? Please let us know. Bruh, how much you want to bet that last comment was the sister in disguise? Am I the jerk for not boarding my dog for Thanksgiving? I, 27 male, have a two year old Doberman pincher that is super sweet and just loves to snuggle with anyone that he meets. I adopted him as a puppy and some of my family was not thrilled that he was a Doberman. The first time my parents, sister, and brother met him was at a barbecue. My sister and brother made comments about how he was going to grow up aggressive and not be good around kids. He is not aggressive at all and is a huge baby that loves to leak people. Thanksgiving is next week and some family members are coming in from other states. They're flying in on Monday and depart on Saturday. I currently am living in my grandfather's cabin that he left to me when he passed. It has three bedrooms that are unoccupied. My uncle and aunt want to stay in the cabin but do not want my dog in the house. They suggested boarding him at the local pet lodge from Monday until Saturday. I did call and asked for pricing and they told me that it would be very expensive. I also don't want my dog to be gone for almost an entire week and a place he's never been before. I called my aunt and told her that I was not going to board my dog in the pet lodge. This is his home and he has every right to stay. I offered to pay a few nights for a hotel room and my aunt was not happy. She starts yelling at me that he's just a dog and family is more important. My parents got involved and are on my aunt's side. My sister and brother think I should board him to prevent any more problems. Am I the jerk for not boarding my dog for Thanksgiving? Not the jerk, your home, your decision. I can't see how they get to demand anything when it's your house. Do not offer to pay for a hotel. I'm not even sure at this point I'd offer to let them stay at my house even with my dog. The entitlement of people amazes me. There are only three reasons I'd say to board your dog. If someone has an allergy, a huge fear of dogs or your dog wasn't good with company. Do not keep the peace because this will then be expected of you every time someone wants to stay and doesn't like your dog. Again, your house and your dog. Not the jerk. I went into this thinking you were bringing your dog to someone else's house, but that isn't the case. People can't expect you to board your dog when they're staying with you. This is just insane to me. First off, you are right. Some dogs just get a bad rap, but even if he tended to be a bit more aggressive, it's still his house. Second, your family is being manipulative and controlling saying you don't care. You shouldn't even have to pay. If they don't like to be around dogs, then they should stay somewhere else where there aren't any. That's not on you to have to pay for a hotel. You're the jerk. I would give anything to have family who actually want to spend Thanksgiving with me. You have that, but instead you're choosing your dog over them. When will people learn that animals are not as important as people are? You're the jerk so much. Edit, I didn't say pets are not important. I said they aren't as important as people are. Some of you Nimwitz really need to learn how to read. Now one day you don't have family who wants to spend Thanksgiving with you. Re-cut 20 lawns because every blade of grass needs to be the same exact height. Okay, the characters. We've got the crew, my foreman and direct boss. His name is John. We've got my coworker, Elle. We've got our manager, my foreman's boss, and competent jerk. Some context. So this happened a summer ago. I'm a college student, and in the summer when I'm home, I typically work in landscaping and landscape design as a laborer. Think laying sod and bricks. Building fences and decks are cutting grass. I also live in Mississippi, so it's hot as heck, and very humid in the summer. This particular summer I was working on the landscaping side, so I was cutting grass, pulling weeds, upkeep sort of stuff. When it came time to cut grass, I was on weed eater duty. My job was to do trim work, basically cut grass the mower can't reach. The day. So this Thursday was a particularly hot one, just after a good rain, and it was excessively hot and humid. To add on to this, the job for that day was a contract place that was 20 or so houses arranged in a circle around two ponds, and a walking path made the humidity even higher because of the ponds and lack of airflow. Tall trees around and in the place. The lots themselves weren't particularly big, but the place took nine to 11 hours to do well, and most of the houses also had this super cranky old people in them that would complain over the most minor things. I'm talking one weed in a flower box under a bush. So we arrive at like 6.15 and get to cutting and all that good stuff. I grab my weed eater, throw my earbuds in, and do my thing. While I weed eat, I am continually walking, and occasionally will bump the weed eater with my leg, raising it up a little bit, and making the grass slightly uneven every so often, maybe half an inch at the most. This usually isn't noticeable, but if it happens up against the house or structure, you can tell if you look for it. So I will typically go back and try to level it out as best I can if I notice it happen. I do the whole place, front yards and back yards. We then weed the whole place from front to back. We're getting ready to pack up and head home. It's like four o'clock by now. When incompetent jerk comes to the job site and starts looking around. He finishes up and pulls John aside and shows him around the place, then leaves. This process took an hour or so. So myself, John and Elle have just burnt an hour on overtime, doing nothing. By this point in the week, it was typical for us to be running an overtime. John comes over to Elle and I, telling us that we missed a ton of stuff and to grab the weed ears and a bucket. We then walk around the place and John starts pointing out groups of like four blades of grass at our fractions of an inch higher than the others. Barely noticeable crap. Like you really gotta look for this stuff hard. Furthermore, if you try to cut some of these with a weed eater, they bend from the downwash of the spinning strings. So you risk gouging a nice five to 12 inch circle in the grass, trying to cut like four blades of grass. We begin to redo the whole place, front and back, pulling small weeds here and there from under bushes and doing our best to cut the offending blades of grass. By the second house, Elle and I are complaining to John that we're hot and tired. It's like 5.30 and we know this will take us two more hours. John tells us he knows this is stupid and it's not his fault. He understands the stupidity and our being upset. Cute malicious compliance. Elle and I decide we're going to make sure all offending blades of grass are cut to the same height. That new height, dirt. The thing is, if you cut grass too low, it can die. We knew this, but incompetent jerk and the cranky old people wanted at the same height exactly and that's what they were going to get. We re-walked the place and cut any grass that is against something and over the height of dirt. We also made sure to hold our weed eaters in a way that when we cut those offending grass, we're hitting the surrounding grass with the full 12 inch diameter of the weed eater, leaving a nice 12 inch circle spot that you couldn't see now, but would when the grass died in a few days. We leveled out the grass against any structure, leaving a nice gouge where walls, fences and flower beds met the lawn. We finished around 7.30 and headed home and didn't hear a peep the next day. The next week, the lawns had 12 inch brown circles of grass everywhere. By Tuesday, incompetent jerk talked to John about it. John just told him the offending blades had been cut as he asked and something along the lines of it was all now uniform and height. We couldn't help that some of the grass didn't survive, the new stringent height regulations, incompetent jerk never talked to Elle, John or myself about it again. A few notes and fallout. This wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last time incompetent jerk came to nitpick our work at the end of a day, which would sometimes result in us having to drive across the city or walk a mile or two up the road at the end of the day to fix BS little things that weren't even messed up, adding hours to already long hot days. Though it was the last time we ever had problems at that place. We also got the satisfaction of knowing that incompetent jerk had to take the numerous calls from cranky old people about their lawns for a few weeks. These people would lose it on us even before the incident. So I don't want to imagine what they told him. The lawns had still had pretty noticeable dead spots and scars when I left towards the end of the summer. Also, incompetent jerk saw himself as better than any of the laborers, Elle and I, and would avoid critiquing us to our faces. This is primarily because the few times he nitpicked us directly, we either told him why it was stupid or handed him our equipment and told him to do it himself, which he would then proceed to mess up. This was a common sentiment he held towards all of the crew under his supervision and their reactions when he critiqued them were similar to ours. In the mornings at the shop, he would sometimes talk about how we needed to be more respectful to him because he was our boss, to which people would reply something about him respecting our quality work, which it was 99% of the time. Not nitpicking stupid stuff and not showing up at the end of a day to give us more dumb crap to do, such as chop down a tree and then drive off expecting us to load it up when he had an empty open top trailer and we had a full box truck. What we did made its way to other crews and they carried out similar antics, which led to him getting a tough time from his bosses who held him responsible for these events. The effects of this general disdain eventually got to him so much so you could see it, just by the way he carried himself and the stressed on his face. Edit, incompetent jerk was so bad at his job that he got paid less or at the same rate as the crew foreman under him, while holding the title of being their boss. I know because they would complain about this too when talking to the foreman. Reply, I used to own a landscaping company and let me tell you, people can be petty. They would call me and lose it over a pot plant that was placed a couple of inches too far back or a weed under a brush that was missed. In the beginning, I would be apologetic, but after a few months, I would just tell the client that I'm sorry, I could not service his garden anymore as I was too busy. Then they would get apologetic and backtrack pretty quickly. And on the other note, if you as boss wants to tell an employee to do it better, you sure as heck must be able to do it better than the employee. Even though I had three teams working under me, I still would push mower with them. Dig irrigation trenches, climb trees to prune, et cetera. That is the fastest and best way to earn your employees respect. Also, I always took my guys' side over customers and have walked off a few jobs and told customers to buzz off after they were condescending to my guys. Am I the jerk for being really honest with my manager in front of her boss? So I've been a stay-at-home mom for several years. I worked very hard on our budget, shopping, meal prep, et cetera, and we were okay. We recently became empty nesters. The last one moved out, pays her own bills, got a scholarship, et cetera. I was bored, so I decided to take one of the many grocery store jobs available at the store across the street. My intent was part-time, but they quickly moved me to a different full-time position, which I do like and am good at it, and it pays quite a bit more. The story's short staffed, and I've been doing my best to help, but recently my manager set me down with her boss, the witness, to have a documented discussion about how I'm not a team player because I won't help other departments, even though I'm struggling to get my own stuff done, because my position should have three people, but it's just me. They wanted me to sign a paper acknowledging that my behavior was unacceptable. I told my manager, you need me, I don't need you. In my previous position in management, I learned it will cost your store an average of $10,000 to hire in training replacement. I also know you have a walk-in interviews welcome sign outside, every day, and you all are stressing about how short-staffed you are and have limited applications. So no, I won't sign this. Feel free to fire me. There are 10 stores within a mile that are also offering walk-in interviews. So no, I won't sign this. You can accept that or replace me, and I really don't care if you mark me as not eligible for rehire. I'll just leave you off my resume and do just fine. Still have a job three days later, and everyone is acting like nothing happened. But some people are saying I'm being the jerk because the management is also struggling because they are short-staffed. Not the jerk. Management is struggling, and that's their problem. Their struggles with doing their job are not your problems to solve. Your problem is to do what you are hired to do and collect your paycheck. Do you think management would care if you were struggling? What would they do if you were? I can tell you, they would fire you. Not the jerk. Sounds like your manager was getting heat for not fulfilling her job requirements and wanted to pass the blame onto you. It's too bad you're short-staffed, but that's not your fault, and you shouldn't have to accept a write-up that has nothing to do with your performance, and will only hurt you later if you're ever offered another promotion. Karen introduced herself by handing me a print-out of city rules. My husband and I bought our first home in May. Our yard and our neighbor's yards are all connected, large lots, no fences, except a little creek that runs through the backyards with bridges across it. Also, the streets are all dead ends, so we have like seven yards back to back. We have a four-year-old dog who has 55 pounds of golden fluff. He is protective of our property. Not aggressive, just will bark if you come into our yard. Our driveway is in the back, so he generally won't stray past the driveway line to the next door neighbor's yard. We decided to add another dog to the family a couple of months later. I work really hard to train my dogs, but puppies are just puppies sometimes. The dogs are never outside without me or my husband. We don't leave them unattended. Pup was learning her yard and boundaries, which takes a minute without a fence. Anyway, our neighbors directly on both sides of us are super friendly and have dogs that run around too. Diagonal to our backyard, about one half an acre away, is this older couple that is always gardening. They have never waved or said hi or anything. One day I'm sitting out back with my dogs and my cousin and her dog. We played some fetch and started a fire going in the fire pit. All of a sudden, this old couple walked from around the house and down our driveway. Our big dog is barking at them, so I'm trying to quiet him. The couple just proceeds to hand me a printed out city ordinance paper and tells me my dogs are running at large and they will call the city to have them taken away. It clearly states on the paper that a dog is not deemed running at large if it A is in the owner's yard, B has permission to be in a neighboring yard, AKA our next door neighbors don't care and a few other things of which we aren't violating. We are young and definitely not the fanciest of the neighbors, but we care deeply to respect and have a good relationship with the families on our block. Additionally, I'm a very easy going person to talk to. So I tell them that the other four dogs run around and come to our yard. So are you going to report them? They said, we just spoke to your next door neighbors and they hate your dogs. We talk to the next door neighbors every day. Their dog frequents our yard for visits. So I told the couple, if they, next door, have an issue with me or my dogs, they're welcome to come discuss it with me themselves. We have literally asked them multiple times if it's cool, if our dogs fetch occasionally in their yard and they don't care. They continue to argue with me about the ordinances and I'm trying to politely tell them, I am not breaking any codes and if they want to call the city, they can go ahead and do that. Basically, it takes forever for the conversation to get to the actual issue, which turns out is that they have a little pond in their backyard. And one time, my pup got near their pond. I tell them, I'm so sorry my dog got near your pond. I will make sure she doesn't go to your yard again. They won't leave my driveway and continue to spew off complaints about it. I'm starting to get a little shaky. I don't care for unnecessary conflict and I was getting angry, which I don't often. I'm just saying over and over again that I'm sorry the puppy came near their pond. They then tell me that my big dog was out all night barking and they're going to complain to the city about it. He is my shadow, literally doesn't leave my side and my dogs are never out at night barking. I was in bed with the dogs by 8.30, that particular evening, which I tell the couple. Finally, I'm just like, call the city, I don't care, but you need to leave my property. My dog follows them, barking at them to the edge of my driveway and then stops and turns around when he hits the neighbor's yard. I was so annoyed, I was just telling him, good boy, as he barked them away. The thing that really irked me about this situation was that they never introduced themselves. Literally, they could have just come over and said, "Hey, we're your neighbors "and your puppy got near our pond. "Can you make sure she doesn't do that again?" Simple, I checked in with the next door neighbors about it and they said it took about 15 years to have a pleasant conversation with this couple. When I take the dogs out now and they're gardening, they just glare at me, but maybe in 15 years, well, they'll probably be dead and gone. Am I the jerk for refusing baby items from another pregnant family member? My husband and I, both 30, are expecting our first child at the end of this year. A month after we announced our pregnancy, my husband's 17-year-old cousin announces hers. This is not a jealousy issue. If anything, her pregnancy has taken us out of the spotlight of important family happenings to our relief. We are quiet people and while we are excited and hopeful, this is our first baby to make it this far after several miscarriages, so we're trying to stay calm through this, just in case. Us being the way we are, we do not do baby showers. Thanks to lockdown, I have a solid excuse to avoid them. We do not ask for gifts. We enjoy being able to quietly take care of ourselves. The cousin has been going on about her pregnancy as many people do, having family gatherings, baby showers with over 30 people, et cetera, and has received a lot of gifts. This is where the issue takes place. My mother-in-law calls every couple of days to tell me that the cousin has an extra tub or extra boxes of diapers, et cetera, and that she wants to give them to me. I want what I picked out for my baby, not someone else's leftovers. I have the means to buy my son what I want him to have, and if I needed someone else's charity to raise a kid, I would not have gotten pregnant in the first place. I've been politely turning these gifts down. Knowing the way my mother-in-law is, I will eventually have to be firm and tell her how I feel. You do not want to hear about the guilt trip she put me through after I denied her to throw us a baby shower. If I say to her what I said above about the leftover gifts, will I be the jerk? Edit. Whoa, guys, thank you. He really made me see how entitled and jerky I sound. Pregnancy hormones are something else, and I truly believed that what I said above was perfectly normal. I will accept the gifts. I will be more open towards my in-laws, and I will try to get closer to his cousin and help her in any way she needs. My son needs his family, and he's not going to have one if I let my antisocial behavior get in the way. I rarely post a Reddit, and I thought for a long time before I posted to this sub, I expected no one to respond. When I opened up my inbox to see 30 strangers calling me names, it really helped me get that ego in check. Thank you. Support our channel by joining as a member today, and we'll give you a shout out in our next video. Or come watch this video next. You won't believe what Karen does in that one.