Using Her Daughter For Her Own Gain
“It’s a story from an old acquaintance of mine.
Stacy had an unwanted pregnancy. Her partner had enough of her and left her. After giving birth to her daughter Jamie, she abandoned her to her mom and moved away. Jamie grew up with her aging grandma and had no contact with Stacy until she was in high school. Stacy came back and wanted to take Jamie, now a teenager, back.
Jamie was so excited to meet her mother. Stacy showered her with gifts to compensate for the last 16 years she missed. But it did not last long, not even a week, before she revealed she has a new family. A husband and a young kid who did not know Jamie exists.
Now her mom wants to bring Jamie back with her to be part of her new family. She needed someone she can trust to take care of her kid while both she and her husband work. Who else is best fit for the role of the nanny than your own daughter right?
She offered her to stay with them, and she promised to support her daily needs and provide a better living condition (Stacy’s husband is wealthier than her aging mom) but she had to stop schooling and become a full time nanny. What’s worse, is that she must not reveal her true story to the husband or her step-brother.
Stacy: ‘Why can’t you understand, I’m just doing it for your own good. I wanted you back in my life, so we can catch up all the things I missed from your life.’
Jamie: ‘But you don’t want to be my mom! You just wanted a nanny for FREE!’
Stacy: ‘Don’t you dare speak up to me like that! You should be grateful that I gave birth to you! You wouldn’t be living if not because of my mistake.’
Jamie: ‘Mistake?! I wish you never had me.’
Stacy: ‘If that’s what you wanted, then you are qualified to be my daughter!’
At this point, Jamie’s grandma stepped in and of course sided with her granddaughter. They got more heated arguments, blaming each other for wrong decisions, and old family feuds. But in the end, the grandma got so furious with her own daughter.
Grandma: ‘If that’s how you wanted to threat your family, then you are no longer my daughter too! Get out of here and never come back! Don’t bother us again!’
They sent her away.
Jamie once told us this story lightheartedly when we are having some conversation with some classmates, though I can’t remember how the topic opened up. But most of them tried to pitch ways how she can take advantage of the situation for herself.
Classmate 1: ‘That’s horrible. Don’t we have laws that forces your mom to pay child support? You’re still a minor you know? You could squeeze out some cash.’
Classmate 2: ‘Why don’t you try to blackmail your mom? Threaten her that you’ll reveal her secrets to her husband?’
Jamie: ‘Guys, what are you talking about? I don’t have a mom, remember?’
I think Jamie just chose to not have any relations with her mom whatsoever. The way she told this story was like she was telling a mundane thing from her life. Totally normal, and no hint that she wanted any pity.”
Poisoned To Make A Point
“I’m allergic to fish/seafood. It’s not the anaphylactic type of allergy, thank goodness, so I’m not going to die if I eat some but I do throw up, have a stomachache 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.”
No One Wanted Her Attitude On The Bus
So I missed my train home and another one was in 2 hours do I decided to take the bus. I bought a ticket and got on board, not thinking much. We drove past a few stops and got a few more people in so the bus was full at that point and there wasn’t any sitting space left. The bus driver, seeing that at that stop were TONS of people, she said that she’ll only be taking in people that have already bought a bus ticket before.
The first lady to come in I SWEAR looked like every entitled mother imaginable and had all the traits that you would normally associate with this…well, peculiar kind.
She was a short woman, probably in her 40’s. Classic can-I-speak-to-your-manager haircut. Her hair was orange, like actual ORANGE, rounded glasses way too big for her face, caked on makeup, and flowery looking patterns on her shirt.
The orange haired lady, having heard that she probably won’t be getting to her baby anytime soon: ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN PREVIOUSLY BOUGHT?!’
Bus driver: ‘M’am, there’s too much people, I won’t take everybody.’
Lady: ‘EXCUSE ME, but I have a KID.’
Bus driver: ‘I’m very sorry-‘
Lady: ‘I DON’T CARE!! (she was literally fuming at this point) I HAVE TO PICK UP MY BABY FROM THE KINDERGARTEN, DON’T YOU WANT MY BABY TO BE HAPPY?! DON’T YOU?!’
Bus driver: ‘Previously bought tickets only, I’m gonna need you to leave m’am.’
Eventually after arguing and blocking everybody for about 5 minutes, she stomps out of the bus. Oh, but if you thought that was the end of it you were SO wrong.
After getting the people with the tickets in, the bus driver noticed that there was space left, so she said that she can take a few more people in. You probably know where this is going now. The lady saw that people were paying at the counter, so she ran inside and shouted at the bus driver, ‘Didn’t you say ONLY PAID TICKETS?!’
I was barely containing my laughter at this point. Obviously the bus driver and the passengers did NOT want her in, so she was asked to leave. I kid you not, she THREW money at the poor driver and DEMANDED a ticket because SHE PAID FOR IT. And then a miracle happened and hero emerged from the crowd.
Hero: ‘M’am you are causing discomfort in everyone in this bus, please leave.’
Lady: ‘WHAATT?! And WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME THAT?!’
I don’t know if she expected an answer because there was a pause, but she got one anyway.
The hero then showed her his badge. ‘I’m a policeman. Now, please leave voluntarily or you’re gonna leave with me.’
The lady’s eyes WIDENED. But that didn’t stop her. Well, for now.
Lady: ‘THIS BADGE IS FAKE! YOU’RE ALL FAKE! I HAVE A CHILD AND THESE BRATS RIDING TO THE MALL ARE MORE IMPORTANT?!
Nobody wanted to deal with this entitled lady anymore so the policeman GRABBED her by the arm and escorted her out of the bus, with her screaming her head off.”
Unwanted Advances
“This all happened around 10 years ago and takes place over the course of the absolute worst months of my life. I had just turned 18 at the time, and thanks to my mom’s gambling addiction, we lost the house that I had lived in my entire life. Almost right after we lost the house, a family friend offered to let us stay at her house with her family, since she and her husband had a few extra rooms.
We move into their very large house, and at first things were great. The family consisted of the parents, who were longtime family friends, and their son, Brad, who was the same age as me. All of them were very understanding and nice at first, offering to let my mom and I stay for as long as it would take for us to get back on our feet. The mother even got me my first job working as a volunteer at a bingo hall. It was all under the table kind of money, but I didn’t care since it was money in my pocket that my mom couldn’t/wouldn’t provide me.
The mom and dad are absolutely enamored with the idea of me and Brad getting together, and have been ever since we were little. They constantly made comments like ‘look at the beautiful couple,’ ‘you two look so great together,’ or ‘we’ll give you lovebirds some privacy,’ whenever we were in the same place together. Despite me stating several times that I didn’t like him in that way, they were determined to try to get us to work, like some kind of arranged marriage. I think that really fed into Brad’s ego, because about a month into my stay there is when the first incident happened.
We were walking down the hall when he smacks my butt from out of nowhere. I really freaked out and went off on him, yelling, cursing, and giving him a few shoves. Our parents came upstairs to see what all the yelling was about, and we end up getting separated. I tell my mom what happened, and she responds by telling me ‘it wasn’t a big deal’ and to ‘not rock the boat’ while we were living there. Brad eventually gives some half hearted apology to me at dinner and his dad made some joke about how he’s relieved that he’s finally taking an interest in girls, since they were starting to think he was gay.
Things proceeded to escalate from there. Any chance Brad got, he would make lewd comments or find some way to grope me. Every time I went to his parents, it was always hand waved away as ‘boys will be boys’ or ‘he probably didn’t mean it that way’ and ‘that he was a really sweet guy deep down and I should get to know him better.’ On one occasion, the dad told me that I ‘should be flattered.’ My mom was content to not do anything, enjoying the freeloading that got to feed her addiction too much, and telling me to ‘stop playing hard to get.’
One day Brad puts a hand down my shirt as I’m sitting on the couch, and I started yelling at him about how I’m sick of him doing stuff like this and to never do it again, but he gave me the most terrifying glare and told me, ‘Shut up! You live in MY house.’ After that, I was so terrified of being alone with him that I would stay after school for as long as I could until l was asked to leave, and if I ever had to go back to the house for any reason, I would just hide in my room with the door locked and wouldn’t come out until I knew other people were around, since I didn’t know if one day he was just going to force himself on me.
Fast forward a few months and I’m told, not asked, that I’m going with Brad as his date to his senior prom, which is in a week. His parents are super excited and tell me that we’ll have the whole house to ourselves that night after we come back from the dance. I very quickly shut that down and tell them that I’m not going because of how Brad treats me, and they spent the rest of the day doing everything they can to compel me. First they try telling me money isn’t an issue, how they’ll pay for my dress and ticket. When that doesn’t work, they try to guilt trip me, telling me how they ask me for so little, and how this is the least I can do, and how much Brad would love it. Finally, my mom hears about it after she comes home from the casino, and she’s mad at me. She tells me how I need to go, how it’s such a big opportunity for the both of us, and how I need to tell his parents that I changed my mind.
I refuse, and the day after Brad’s prom is over, his parents sit me and my mom down for a talk. They start implementing new rules, about how they now expect us to pitch in for all the amenities, how we’re expected to buy our own food, and how they’re going to start charging us for rent. Before all this, they were very adamant about us not paying for anything, wanting us to save money to get back on our feet. Even without my mom spending half or all of her checks at the casino, there was no way for us to afford what they were asking, and they subsequently gave us a month to find our own place and move out.
We ended up moving out to live in a sketchy neighborhood with some guy my mom was dating, whom she’d met at the casino. My mom blamed me for the entire thing saying I ‘blew a golden opportunity for both of us,’ and how I basically threw away a great future that was all laid out for me because I ‘wouldn’t dance and put out.’ That cut me pretty deeply, and I still get angry thinking about it to this day.
A few months later, I graduated, but my mom didn’t show up to the ceremony. I come back to the house and all my stuff is sitting on the curb next to the trash, and had been thoroughly picked through. I found out my key doesn’t work anymore, and nobody is picking up their phone. I end up waiting till about 3 in the morning for them to come back from the casino and my mom tells me in so many words that I’m on my own now. Nothing I say changes her mind, and I eventually pack what little of my stuff is left into my car.
I spent the next month or 2 couch surfing or sleeping in my car, while trying to pick up as many days as I could at work. Eventually I managed to save up enough to move into my first apartment with a roommate. I haven’t spoken to my mom or Brad and his parents since then, but recently my mom left me a voicemail asking if we could talk, since she didn’t like the way we left things. Since then, she’s been blowing up my phone every day.
I don’t plan on ever taking her call.”