In a world where respect and understanding are fundamental to healthy relationships, there are instances that shed light on entitled behavior.
In this exploration, we delve into personal experiences as individuals share stories of the most entitled actions they’ve witnessed from their own parents.
Prepare to be taken on a journey through moments that challenge the boundaries of parental love and delve into the realm of unexpected entitlement.
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What Did She Think Would Happen?
“I have an allergy to fish and seafood, although it’s not the severe anaphylactic type. Thankfully, eating them won’t lead to my death, but it does cause me to experience vomiting, stomachaches, and intense headaches for several hours. Consuming a significant amount of fish or seafood even results in small red hives appearing on my arms.
Despite my condition, my mother initially didn’t believe me, and as a child, I lacked the means to assert myself against her. She would coerce me into eating dishes containing seafood or fish in an attempt to prove that my allergy was unfounded, only to disregard my suffering when I fell ill.
I distinctly recall an incident during a dinner party my mother hosted. Dressed impeccably, I was paraded before the guests. At that time, around age 9, I was unusually mature for my years and thoroughly fed up with my mother’s disregard for my well-being. When she presented a fish cutlet (a mixture of fish, vegetables, coated in batter, and fried) for me to consume, I saw an opportunity.
I declared loudly, ‘I can’t eat that, I’m allergic to fish.’
To which my mother retorted, ‘No, you’re not. Eat it.’
I responded firmly, ‘I am allergic! I’ll throw up!’
In the face of guests, an Asian mother is unlikely to back down due to concerns about appearing incapable of disciplining her child. In a decisive move, my mother pushed the fish cutlet toward my mouth and commanded, ‘EAT.’
Reluctantly, I consumed it.
Fast forward about ten minutes. I approached my mother, gently tugging on her sari to gain her attention.
‘I don’t feel well–‘ I managed to utter before expelling the contents of my stomach.
I vomited not only on her but also on the expensive carpet, all in full view of the guests. My mother, known for her kindness, generosity, religiosity, and charitable nature, found herself in a predicament. In front of the assembled guests, she could only muster sympathy and send me to bed for recovery.
From that point on, she never attempted to make me eat fish or seafood again.”
Someone Had To Say It
“I am (F19) and I’m the second child of my parents. I have three brothers – aged 21, 13, and 7 – and a 16-year-old sister. Our upbringing was marked by financial struggles, and our parents often relied on assistance from relatives and friends to raise us. This situation arose due to my dad’s mediocre job and my mom’s lack of employment, compounded by their continuous decision to have more children. Their unwavering religious beliefs, which see children as a gift from God, sharply contrast with my personal perspective – I find this notion utterly implausible.
The choice my parents made to have numerous children wouldn’t bother me if it hadn’t led to significant negative consequences for my siblings and me. Throughout our childhood, we were deprived of new clothes and toys, relying on hand-me-downs from more well-off family members. Our family outings were rare, and any semblance of fun was a luxury. Worse still, we were painfully aware of the judgment cast upon us by our extended family, who looked down on us due to our constant need for assistance.
Presently, my older brother and I have secured spots in good colleges and are optimistic about a future that surpasses the challenges our parents faced. Due to the lockdown, we temporarily returned to our parents’ home. One morning, my parents summoned all five of us to the living room, and my mother excitedly proclaimed ‘We’re pregnant!’
My initial smile faded as my temper flared. I questioned how they could act so recklessly and irresponsibly. With their existing financial burdens, I couldn’t fathom why they would bring another mouth to feed. While my older brother tried to pacify me, my anger raged. After a lifetime of scarcity due to my parents’ ill-advised decisions, it seemed they hadn’t learned from their mistakes. I demanded to know how they planned to support the child. In response, my dad suggested I use the money our great uncle had left me (a sum accessible to all five of us upon turning 18) to cover the expenses. I vehemently refused, as that money was intended for my college education. This led to my dad branding me selfish for not prioritizing family needs.
Our heated exchange culminated in my declaration: ‘If you can’t provide for the child, you should consider contraception.’
The room fell silent. My mother wept and accused me of lacking compassion, while my dad expressed disgust. I remained resolute, stating that I wouldn’t bear the financial consequences of their recklessness and that I would only support the termination of the pregnancy. Deep down, I was truly concerned about the deteriorating quality of life for my siblings. While my older brother and I had managed to escape our parents’ grasp, our other siblings, particularly my younger sister, would likely be ensnared in a future dominated by caring for the newborn. I knew all too well the impact of such circumstances; I had spent my adolescence as an unpaid nanny to my younger siblings, forfeiting my own leisure to care for them.
Seeking resolution, I involved other family members to reason with my parents. I reached out to my mother’s maternal cousin, a person I hold in high regard. Upon learning of my parents’ decision, her reaction mirrored my own incredulity. I confided in her, sharing the details of the situation, including my parents’ request for my inheritance. She vowed to speak to my parents and advised me not to relinquish anything. I assured her I wouldn’t comply (which is true).
Additionally, I contacted two of my first cousins, one of whom is an accountant, seeking their assistance to convey the financial implications of the impending child. Their goal: to convince my parents to either terminate the pregnancy or consider adoption.
Recently, I moved out of my parents’ home, originally intended as a temporary stay during the lockdown. However, I couldn’t bear my mother’s insistence that ‘this baby is a blessing’ and her accusations that I ‘want to kill it.’ I found refuge in a friend’s basement, paying minimal rent.
About a week ago, my mom’s cousin confronted my parents in an attempt to highlight the adverse consequences of bringing a child into poverty. In response, my mom displayed rudeness and my dad demanded she leave. Though my aunt’s efforts proved futile, I understood her limitations and didn’t hold her accountable.
Despite the intervention, my parents remained unmoved. Consequently, I have chosen to sever ties with them. I cannot idly watch my family sink deeper into a cycle of hardship. I’ll maintain contact with my sister (16), ensuring she isn’t susceptible to my parents’ influence. My older brother will stay connected with them, serving as a bridge between me and our other siblings in case my parents attempt to cut communication. For my part, I’ve made the difficult decision to distance myself from these circumstances.”
Yeah That’s Attempted Murder
“When I was first married, money wasn’t that easy to come by. I had a form of leukemia that took up most of our money. Due to this we can’t just spend money like we wanted to. God bless my husband for being such a sweetheart. We were only in our early 20s and he still pushed through this for us.
December 23rd is my mothers birthday. She is an awful person. She tried to get me pregnant at 14 because she wanted more money from the state.
As this was 20 years ago, we didn’t really have the same type of cell phones we have today. So I didn’t know until I got home from treatment that my mom had called me multiple times. 3 minutes later, I counted, she showed up at the door. She asks for her money. Both of us are confused of course. She wants her birthday money, which I’ve never given before to her. She wanted 608 dollars. That exact amount. When I told her no, we can’t afford that, she lost it. Screaming at me, calling me an entitled b*tch and she gave birth to me so I should do what she says.
And then I say I’m an adult and I don’t have to listen. I was angry and tired and I just threw up a few minutes ago. This set her off. She grabbed a kitchen knife and ran at me, while my husband was trying to hold her back. She stabbed me right between 2 ribs, but didn’t pierce any organ, thankfully. I don’t know what happened in my husband’s mind but he snapped. He broke her arm backwards in rage, while screaming something I don’t even think was a human language. He called the police and she was arrested while I was taken to the hospital. Even more bills to pay, but surprisingly that was taken care of by a domestic violence victims foundation.
She got 7 years in prison. I moved out and moved to Louisiana. This morning, I got a call from my sister that she passed away last night. How she did I don’t know. Don’t care. She took her entitlement and almost killed her own daughter because of it.”
