#1

I was caught off guard, so my friend stepped in and said, "It’s her birthday. The mom actually scoffed and said, “So? He’s just a kid. Don’t be rude.” I blew out my own candles, and she walked away muttering that I ruined her evening. Sorry, but your kid is not entitled to hijack someone else’s celebration.
#2

I didn’t budge, the son and wife had to stay in the economy, and his father spent almost 4 hours muttering passive-aggressive comments. Whenever I took off my headphones, he was still going..
#3

Look, nobody’s here to parent-shame. You’ll quickly see these aren’t your run-of-the-mill tired, overwhelmed, or occasionally inconsiderate parents simply trying to do their best for their children (props to all of those out there). These are folks who seem to believe that having a child entitles them to special treatment, even when it inconveniences everyone else, as if the rest of us signed up for their life choices.
You likely know the type: the colleague whose PTO takes precedence over that of the childfree members of the team, the family member who expects free, last-minute babysitting, or the friend who asks you to give up your seat at the dinner table so their all-important 5-year-old can sit with the adults in “her” chair.
#4

I'm allergic to fish/seafood. It's not the anaphylactic type of allergy, thank goodness, so I'm not going to parish if I eat some but I do throw up, have a stomach ache and a massive headache for a few hours. Enough fish/seafood and I break out in small red hives over my arms.
My mother didn't believe it and as a child, I couldn't stand up to her properly. She'd force me to eat stuff with seafood or fish in it to prove I wasn't allergic, then ignore me as I was sick.
One day, she held a dinner party. I was dressed up beautifully and trotted out to parade before the guests. At the time, I was around about 9, precocious for my age and absolutely fed up with my mother making me sick. When she held out a fish cutlet (fish cooked with vegetables, rolled into a ball, covered in batter and fried) for me to eat, I saw my chance.
Me, loudly: "I can't eat that, I'm allergic to fish."Mother: "No, you're not. Eat it."Me: "I am allergic! I'll throw up!"
No Asian mother will back down in front of guests for fear of looking like she can't discipline her child. My mother grabbed the fish cutlet, shoved it to my mouth and said in her most firm voice of command, "EAT."
So I ate it.
Cut to about ten minutes later. I go up to my mother and tug on her sari to get attention.
Me: "I don't feel well-- " BARF.
I vomited on her, on the expensive carpet and in full view of all the guests. My mother has a reputation for being a kind, generous, charitable and very religious woman so in front of all the guests, she couldn't do anything except act sympathetic and send me off to bed to recover.
She never made me eat fish or seafood again.
#5

Last weekend I was grocery shopping and I was walking down the aisle when all of a sudden a child that was running between the aisles bumped into me. I guess he must have been around 8 years old.
Now netiher one of us fell or anything, but for the child it was quite the bump, he stumbled backwards a few steps. He looks up and says ''sorry mister''. Just as I was about to say 'its okay buddy' his mother shows up behind him, grabs him by the wrists and leads him away. I hear her say "Dont apologise, its his mistake he didnt see you.''
This actually shocked me. This child was behaving perfectly as any polite human being would, yet his mother is steering him towards rude behaviour. The mother has obviously been entitled for who knows how long. Nothing is ever her fault, everyone makes mistakes but her. But it saddens me that this child is now growing up to be just like her. He is learning this entitled behaviour and his politeness is being driven away.
#6
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I used to work as a desk assistant in a dorm room building for my university. Basically my job was to help if a student locked their key inside, or wanted to put a work order in.
One day I just sat down for the 8pm-12am shift and I see a very pissed off middle aged Karen approaching me. I knew it was family weekend, and that’s why she was probably in there, but I didn’t know what would come next. Also if anyone ever stayed in a dorm room, you know they are not large (usually)
EM: entitled mom
Me: me
D: poor daughter
H: husband
EM: CAN YOU HELP ME, CAN YOU HELP??
Me: Maybe, what’s seems to be the issue
EM: ME AND MY HUSBAND ARE TRYING TO SLEEP AND OUR DAUGHTERS ROOMMATE IS UP, AND HER ROOMATES BOYFRIEND STOPPED BY AND LEFT HIS SHOES ON THE FLOOR!
Me: (me thinking why the hell didn’t you get a hotel) Well, ma’am, half of the room belongs to her roommate, I can’t stop them from being awake at 8pm, I can’t even leave this desk.
EM: WELL YOU NEED TO GET SOMEONE HERE RIGHT NOW THAT FAN FIX THIS! HER ROOMMATE KNEW WE WERE STAYING SO WE NEED THAT ROOM!
Me: Her roommate has a right to be there and is under no obligation to leave, if anything she is being nice by not complaining that you are taking up her space.
[D enters crying]
D: Mom stop and come outside right now, I told you wouldn’t like this and you didn’t listen, and now you are ruining this visit
[they both go outside]
[H enters]
H: sighs Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s wife did this... of course I am... mutters about they should have gotten a hotel as he goes outside.
In short a mom thought she could kick her roommate out of the dorm room so she and her husband could use it as their personal hotel.
I feel sorry for everyone but the mom, actually being in that room must have been hell, and I still wonder to this day where she wanted that guy to put his shoes other than the floor.
UPDATE: My first gold! Thank you stranger!
Someone with a sense of entitlement, as Arlin Cuncic writes for Verywell Mind, “believes they deserve special treatment or recognition for achievements they haven't earned.” But add a kid to the equation, and entitlement can become a whole different breed. As Caroline Bologna writes for HuffPost, citing author Susan Groner, some parents “believe they and their families deserve special treatment, favors, and anything they deem the ‘best.’” For these folks, as Mona Lazar puts it, parenthood can become “a badge that grants special permissions, exemptions, and deference from others,” rather than simply “a responsibility they chose.”
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#8
She had been joking around lately and saying we should take care of the children, as she has booked a cruise with her new boyfriend. We didn’t pay any attention to it, as it sounded absurd and just laughed along with her.
At 7 am in the morning, we heard some knocking on the door. We knew it wouldn’t be the postman, as they don’t arrive that early, and we weren’t expecting any visitors.
I go down to check who it is and see my cousin’s 4 kids standing out there, mother nowhere in sight. I open the door and bring them in. They said, “She told us that you would take care of us while she is on her cruise, so we took the bus and came to your house.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. So I called her immediately, and her phone was off. Called her new boyfriend, and his phone went to voicemail. I called my aunt, and she said that my cousin had told her I agreed to take care of the kids. She didn’t even have the courtesy to drop them off and made them catch the bus on a cold winter day. Thinking of calling child services at this point.
#9

Some other woman then offered her seat. When I got up at my stop, she made a snide remark about how I was surely faking and that I could walk just fine.
That doesn’t mean parents should never receive special consideration, of course. In fact, there are plenty of things we can do to make things a little easier for the parents around us. Some families genuinely need special accommodations, and offering one is a perfectly reasonable act of kindness. But willingly offering up your seat on a flight so a family can sit together is very different from being expected to do so. And yet, that’s what entitled parents seem to do best. According to Lazar, “They don’t ask. They presume. And if you don’t comply, you’re framed as selfish, cold, or anti-family.”
#10

So first a little background. This happened about 3-4 years after I moved out of my parents house and have been living independently. Then one day I get this string of texts from my mom.
Mom: "Hay, how have you been doing? What you up to two weeks from now?"
Me: "I've been doing alright, I've started lifting weights and exercising more. I don't think I'm doing anything too exciting next week. Why you ask?"
Mom: "perfect! Me and
Me: "sorry but I can't just leave for a week"
Mom: "please, the dogs miss you and I'd really hate to put them in the kennel"
Me: "Sorry but I have a job, I can't just go missing for a week"
Mom: "why can't you drive to work from my house?"
Me: "because it's a 2.5hr coummute each way"
Mom: "you have vacation days, right? Just use them"
Me: "no"
Mom: "please. I'd feel really bad about putting
#11
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As a child I was enrolled in a Washington DC private school, so kids of politicians, diplomats, lawyers, doctors etc. The school charged an insane amount for tuition, expected parents to pay thousands extra in fees/donations and took the kids on their choice of 4 2-week trips (Art in Europe, Skiing in New Hampshire, Scuba Diving and Biology in Austrailia) every year that cost tens of thousands.
One girls' mom bought a darkroom and camera equipment for the school so her daughter could learn photography. These parents and their kids were beyond entitled. My parents could afford my tuition, but that was a stretch for them so we weren't viewed as being especially valuable to the school.
My school was taking each grade on a 3 day trip that they got us psyched up for all year. The teacher asked each child to list their 5 top choices for roommates.
The week before the trip my mom got a call from the principal. I was nosy so I picked up too and listened in on the conversation. Basically, she said: "Well, none of the kids want your daughter in their cabin. They don't like her. We suggested that it would be a nice thing to do but the parents didn't think their children should be forced to be with someone they disliked. We don't have enough cabins to put her in one by herself, so you should just keep her home" . Just to clarify, I was not a bad kid. I got fairly good grades. I was shy. I was quiet and dressed like a nerd because I didn't know better. Girls in my class were already wearing makeup and had a very clear cut "code of coolness" that I just didn't understand.
I was devastated. 9 years old, completely heartbroken, in tears. They "didn't want their children to be uncomfortable". But its ok for any 9 year old girl to know that no one likes her and her school doesn't care how she feels? I refused to go back to school. I was so ashamed, I felt shattered and stupid and worthless. That was the beginning of a down slide into depression. I had been told by those kids for years that I was worthless, stupid, ugly and one year I did a report on being adopted and let me tell you the kids had a field day with that. But the realization that not one single person was in my corner, not even the teachers, it just broke me. I believed them all, I was worthless. At age 12 my parents put me in an intense residential treatment program for depression, anxiety and other things, and this experience was the beginning of my depression and distrust of people.
I am now 35 and I have a good life, wonderful friends, great kids, and I foster all kinds of abandoned and unwanted animals. I know the value of kindness and try to help others every chance I get. Life is good, I am loved and I am happy but I still get choked up thinking back to that phone call.
Edited for typo and because I misstated the tuition cost originally and someone wondered about that. Thanks so much for how kind everyone is being btw and I'm so sorry that so many of you were treated badly.
#12
So this is a another church thing. I always went to a youth thing. We stayed at a hotel, went skiing, and had a lot of sermons. We also had adult chaperones to go with us.
I was on my last year there, and I was 18. I had to go to the bathroom so I very quietly, got up, walked to the back and left to the bathroom. The bathroom was 3 feet from the sermon room, so I wasn't going very far.
When I left the bathroom, an entitled parent was waiting for me.
EP: Where did you go?! Me: The bathroom? EP: Why didn't you tell anyone?! Me: I didn't think I needed to. EP: Well you do! You always need to tell us where you're going! Me: I'm 18. I'm an adult. EP: Not here, you're not! We are in charge of you. You have to obey us. Me: I can literally go to the gas station across the street and buy cigarettes and a lighter, and you can't do a single thing to stop me. Turns and walks back into the sermon
15 mins later I went to the bathroom again. I saw her and gave her a small smile as I walked by. She glarded at me.
The reason why I was so snarky? Because these were the same people who couldn't remember my name and tried to control my reading. Plus my church was stuck up snobs who thought they were better then the other church groups.
Perhaps part of the problem is that parents can understandably see their children as the most important people in their lives. But that doesn’t necessarily make them the most important people in everyone else’s. Lazar calls this “category error,” where “People conflate ‘important to me’ with ‘important to everyone.’” And according to Groner, entitled parents can take that a step further, expecting their child to be treated as “the smartest, most talented child” and fighting with teachers, principals, coaches, or directors when they don’t get that treatment.
#13
My father has a weird history with food and has a tendency to eat my food. A few instances stand out.
First was the time I was in the hospital following a heart procedure and I was in the ICU. My dad was saying me and my mom need to lose weight (I was/am 5’3 and 110lbs) he offered to get me food from a restaurant and I agreed. He came back with two withered salads for me and and my mom. The hospital brought me some baked ziti and potatoes while I was getting an X-ray done. He ate my entire plate provided by the hospital and left me a salad with no topping or dressing
Another time I had a student from work get me a pretty large fruit basket as a thank you gift. My brother and father ate the ENTIRE THING without even leaving me a grape. They never asked if they could have any.
For my then boyfriends birthday I baked him a pie. My brother and father ate the entire thing while I was getting dressed.
On my own birthday he used to ask where I wanted to go (thank GOD I haven’t lived with him in years) and then say he didn’t want to go there and would ultimately pick his own favorite place to go even though I didn’t like the places he did. He sabotaged my engagement party by canceling my reservation at a particular restaurant and changing it to a restaurant that he wanted.
These are just food related stories. I have plenty more horror stories about my parents. My mom justifies everything my father has ever done and somehow blames me in every instance!
EDIT Hello thank you for your kind and funny comments and the awards it seriously made my whole day! Just wanted to say that these stories are old. I moved out almost 5 years ago. I did get married - we eloped and we had no wedding. I am low contact with my parents and they aren’t really in my life anymore. I have also been working with a therapist that specializes in trauma. Thanks again
#14

The trip was amazing, and I loved every second of it. Imagine my surprise when I get a text three days after coming back from my SIL telling me off and calling me rude and ungrateful cause I didn’t send her a text thanking her for “babysitting” on her own and having to do everything around her house for a whole week while I had fun with her husband (yup, that’s exactly how she worded it).
#15

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So I've been told to share this. Not sure if anyone will be interested.
This is about my adoptive mother. My adoptive parents are British citizens who moved to my country in the EU.
They adopted me actually expecting mental disabilities but I was just profoundly deaf. You would think that would be easier.
So I grow up, I get enrolled in deaf schools where I learn sign language.
But my mother decides it's too hard for her to learn sign language, and actually bans me from using it in the house. I had to mime or point at things until I could start writing, upon which I carried around a notebook everywhere. If I did try to sign, I was called disrespectful for not including her in the conversation.
In a strange way, this made my written language skills very good, as well as my lip reading skills, which many deaf people have challenges with.
It was very difficult and upsetting living with her. My adoptive father was nice but he just listened to whatever she wanted, so he became a bad parent too.
I went to university and limited contacting them. The one time I tried to visit them for the holidays, I returned to a house with a stranger family.
My adoptive parents had moved back to Britain without telling me.
Who does that?
And sure, there’s nothing wrong with being your child’s biggest cheerleader. But that doesn’t mean everyone else is equally invested—or that they’re obligated to be. As Bologna quotes psychotherapist Perri Shaw Borish, “It’s important for children to feel special in their parents’ eyes but they don’t need to feel special in everyone’s eyes.”
#16

So for context, I was outed as genderfluid, aromantic/asexual by my brother about 4 months ago. My parents didn't take it well, and they liked to pretend that nothing happened.
Well, yesterday, my parents came to me and said "it's time to cure your sin." I started to panic inside, but only replied "okay, which sin are you talking about?" They said, "your homosexuality." (FYI, being aro/ace isn't technically homosexuality, but they don't care to learn the difference)
They led me to the computer and sat me down. They pulled up an online preacher, and said,"you'll listen until you no longer feel gay."
So I sat there. I listened to this guy's talk, it was about 25 minutes long. My parents came up to me and asked if I, "still felt gay." I responded that I can't really change how I feel. They put on another one.
This went on for 4 hours. They finally gave up. I hope they never try again.
Tl;dr: I'm lgbt, my parents don't like it. They tried to cure me. It didn't work. They kept trying for 4 hours.
Fml
#17
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I haven't seen my since I was 16, and we were in court. So 19years I haven't had any contact with the 'Mother'.
She hired a PI to find me and I still refuse to talk to her I even have my lawyer send her a formal letter of no-contact and threatened her with a restraining order she sent this email to me though my work email. I shorten it but basically it said
To (my name) this is (her name) your mother. I thought you would have matured by now and came and apologise to me and your father for what you put us through, Because of you your father lost his teaching career and we had to sell our house. however it has come to my knowledge that you own some properties in (my area) so it's only right if you give us one of them as an apology (one of my most expensive properties) would be a good fit for us. As soon as you hand over the keys to (property) we can finally able to start to heal and get past this misunderstanding that you blow out of proportion.
I hope you come to the right decision (her name).
I just can't stop laughing at this. Like No, I'm not giving you anything. This is just another bit of evidence to help me get a restraining order against she
#18
I was playing on a minecraft server with 5 friends at the time this happened and this new kid joined our game and our Skype call. He kept breaking our builds and demanding we give him stuff.
We originally decided to ban him, but we wanted to have some fun, so we kept ending him. The Skype call was basically 6 guys laughing and a little kid screaming, calling us hackers.
We were talking on Skype when EM called.
"LET MY SON PLAY ON THE SERVER, YOU UNGRATEFUL JERKS!"
"No," we all said at the same time.
"MY HUSBAND IS A LAWYER AND HE WILL SUE YOU AND I WILL CALL THE POLICE FOR HARASSMENT!"
"Shut up, lady!"
"DON'T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! MY SON DESERVES ALL YOUR ITEMS MORE THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED!"
"get lost, woman!"
"YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SWEAR! ONLY ADULTS ARE ALLOWED TO USE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE!"
One of us makes a christian minecraft server meme and she gets really pissed.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY RELIGION! YOU ARE ALL GOING TO HELL!"
"ALRIGHT. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?"
We start making up addresses like "69 st" and "420 get lost ave".
"THAT'S IT! I'M LEAVING!"
"About time."
She left and blocked us.
Me and my friends still joke about that incident.
Edit: Thanks for the awards!
Edit edit: to all you people from Pyro's video, yes, I am Pielord.
But sometimes, this seems to come from a more self-focused place, when the line between parent and child starts to get blurry. Psychotherapist Noel McDermott told Bologna that “the entitlement is projected onto the child as a set of expectations and belief in perfectionist views of the child.”
He also noted that “any criticism of the child will be a criticism of the parent,” suggesting that some parents may have a hard time separating their own sense of self from their child’s behavior or achievements. And that line gets blurry, the entitlement can run in both directions: some parents don’t just expect the outside world to accommodate their children—they also expect their children to accommodate their own wants and expectations.
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So I just found this reddit and I was reading some of the stories, and I was like, “hey I’ve got one!” Well here it is. My mom was and still is a crazy homophobic protester, like the one that’s at a pride festival with an offensive sign. She even told gay couples they couldn’t be like that because they might scar me. Anyways this was the summer after I graduated high school and was moving on to college, I had a boyfriend (we’re still together) and I always told my mom he was just a close friend. Then my mom told me we were going to go protest at a pride festival. I had had enough, so I began to think of a master plan. First I put on rainbow colored clothes, then put on some black pants and a hoodie, and made a protester sign with two layers so I could peel off the first. When we arrived at the festival I took out my sign and stood with the other protesters, once my mom came over I ran over to the parade, took off my hoodie and pants, revealing the rainbow outfit. Man I will never forget the look on her face! Then I peeled off the first layer of the sign which made it say, “HI MOM!” That was the best day of my life! My mom just walked away, got into her car and drove away. Even though I had to wait half an hour for my friend to come pick me up, I still remember that day as the greatest day of my life. here’s the picture of me at the parade.
#20
As I kid I would often be working at my dad's workplace - he was an off-premise caterer and an event planner and would often be hired to put together lavish wedding parties. Huge feasts, cheese and fruit tables 40 feet long, lots of wine, sometimes multiple pigs for both an afternoon and an evening roast, lots of fancy people wanting fancy parties, paying a ton of money and expecting the world to revolve around them.
One event in particular stood out because when the bride to be and her mother came in to go over details they had some rather heated disagreements over some really, really stupid crap. My dad would just sit there quietly, not taking sides and patiently wait for people to work out the differences, but one argument came to an interesting and final conclusion.
The mother of the bride was arguing about the specific shade the decorative ribbons and icing trim on the cake should be. Up until that point she had proven herself incapable of letting her daughter have the final say in anything, from the menu to the plate garnishes, to the time the meal was to start, the mother was insisting that she have her way on everything. The daughter was gritting her teeth and just grinding through it, but when her mother started to fuss about the exact shade of off-light-green-no-that's-too-light-no-that's-too-dark the bride snapped.
She loudly and firmly stated "mother, if you don't knock it off right this instant I am going to disinvite you from the wedding. This is my day and while I value your input the decisions will be mine."
She then turned to my dad, looked him squarely in the eyes and said "I will be signing your check, you work for me. Nothing is decided until I say so. If my mother tries to plan or change anything you are to call me immediately. I do not expect you will have any problems with that."
My dad simply said "not at all," and they got back to planning the wedding.


