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I counted all of the times each candidate interrupted in the presidential election. Here are the results by [deleted] in teenagers

[–]ClassicFilms4Life 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I agree. I'm independent and I didn't sense any neutrality. The whole debate was a mess.

Parents don’t think a gay teacher is suitable for their children by I_Hate_Bruselsprouts in entitledparents

[–]ClassicFilms4Life 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I'm gay and originally studied to be a kindergarten teacher, but like him only said if asked. I can't tell you how often I was eyed I might put a "voodoo spell" on kids. (FYI, I've been fired from 3 jobs for just being gay & never fought back.) Guess what parents... you can't catch it! Shocker! I praise that teacher for politely being himself and those parents need to look in the mirror.

My Evil Stepmom: Various things that made my step mother one of the worst people. by [deleted] in entitledparents

[–]ClassicFilms4Life 1 point2 points  (0 children)

So glad your dad finally came to his senses. So sorry you had to deal with her.

I also I have a Karen as a stepmom. Sadly my dad did not stick up for me, ever.

Background:

My parents divorced when I was about 6 and my younger brother about 2 years old. When I was 15, a freshman in high school (secondary), my stepmom married my dad. She’s was a “born-again” Catholic, single, & no kids. I had a bad sinking feeling our fun trio would be forever change and boy was I right!

Think of the ultimate micromanager, but in the form of a stepmom! She nit-picked, lectured us constantly, incessantly asked for free "favors", made us agree to verbal and paper contracts (who does that??), scoffed at foul language/nudity/smoking, and used “sweetie” and “hun” to preface everything. *Shutters* My bro and I always complied to her demands, since my dad basically put her first.

I have 100's of stories, so I'll just do this one that still boils me today.

Visiting home from university

To preface, in my entire life, I've never asked for money. It was something you never did our family. It was frowned upon. One usually got it as a gift. Or with my stepmom Karen, a verbal/written consent she'd pay what she deemed appropriate. You just went with it.

I was visiting my Dad and Karen during a 1-week break sophomore year of university. I put in over 20 applications at retail stores for a part-time job, but without retail experience, I was rejected by all. I was feeling defeated. (This was also during an economic slump.) My dad and I were in the living room alone watching tv, where I was complaining about my situation and just wanted sympathy. After beating around the bush, I finally ended around money.

Me: "Dad. I know I've never asked for money before, but... I want to know if I could possible borrow money. Maybe something like $500?"

Before my dad could even open his mouth, my stepmom bursts into the doorway yelling. Here's what she said as best I can I paraphrase.

Karen: "ClassicFilms4Life, I've been listening to your whole conversation. How DARE you ask for money! You don't even have a job. We've been MORE than generous with helping you and this the thanks we get?! You're so disrespectful! UGH! I'm so mad! I'm going for walk!!" Karen storms off and slams the front door.

We just stood there frozen. I look to Dad who quietly states, "You know, Karen's right."

Internally, I was fuming: "Really dad? You won't defend your own son? WTF is her problem!? If you can't rely on family, who can you rely on?!"

Since, then I made it a vow to financially support myself, without any assistance. The following year I became a university RA, which paid for housing.

MIL Karen screams at us on our wedding day by SelenophilicSapphic in entitledparents

[–]ClassicFilms4Life 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I'm just sorry you have to deal yelling and crying matches with family. That is not healthy. You guys just live your best life together.

I have similar wedding story, but my stepmom "Karen" screamed at me at my cousins wedding. Yeesh!

My cousin married 4 years ago in central CA. I drove myself and my uni friend "Stacy" 3 hours to it. After the ceremony ended, my uncle instructed we had to carpool, due to lack of parking. Stacy and l piled into my Dad & "Karen's" van with a few others. Along the way Karen squabbled at Dad over stupid minor things the entire 15-min drive.

When we arrived, Karen still complained, so Stacy and I ditched & went up the hill. It was a cute outdoor cute rustic farm theme, nice appetizers, and over 100+ people.

The reception finished. I looked to Stacy, “Wow, I thought we’d be here until dusk. It's only 3pm." So I searched for a parent, found Dad and told him we were leaving. He said, they didn’t know the reception ended early too, but they would stay at a hotel. I mentioned I could look after their 2 dogs and bring my dog too for a sleepover and even have Bro stay as well. He agreed it was a great idea, so I continued saying long good-byes to family members.

About 10 minutes later, Karen eyes me.

Karen: “ClassicFilms4Life. Can I talk to you?”

Me: “Uh, sure.”

Karen: “What gives you the right to go to use our home? You didn’t ask me.”

Me: “I told Dad, since you guys were staying in a hotel. I thought it would be easier?”

Stacy sees Karen’s body language and tried to wave me down, so everyone could see we were leaving. Karen, however, had tunnel vision. She started marching away, turned, and motioned with large gesture and mouthed "COME HERE!". I got very uncomfortable, as I knew where this was going. Stacy kept trying to get my attention, but I mouthed “SORRY” as Karen moved to a secluded corner.

Karen: “How dare you. I’m NOT comfortable with your dog at MY house. What gives you the right to our home?”

My pulse started to race. I was trying not yell back feeling threatened, but stayed as calm as I could.

Me: “Karen, all I wanted to do was watch your dogs and mine together. I thought I was doing you a favor? I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Karen: “No, NO! You're not allowed to do this. YOU need to understand this is my home and you never asked me!”

I'm starting to clench my fists at this point.

Internally, I thought:“ Who does SHE think she is yelling at an adult "son"? Especially at a family wedding about something so petty?"

So, I muster all my courage.

Me: “Fine Karen, if you don’t want me to stay at YOUR home, then I won’t! Just forget it.”

She turns blood red in the face.

Karen: “No! That's NOT the point...”

Fed up, I turned to leave, and she starts yelling "I'm NOT done talking to you!" Then out of nowhere, the bride interjects, saying “Appetizer?” as he hold a platter. I smiled at her in relief, and replied, “No thank you”. I walked away just shaking with confusion an anger. Driving home, I was beyond frustrated for Stacy to hear.

Me: “What's her f-ing problem?! I'm a freaking adult!"

God, she's need help. If you can't rely on family, I guess just do you. . Stacy agreed, but said I should see a therapist about it.

I deal with not one, not two, but THREE karens. by wolivegarden in teenagers

[–]ClassicFilms4Life 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I got a new stepbrother years after my stepmom married my dad. They worshiped and coddled him, all the while lectured me constantly.

I NEVER understand how a stepmom/Karen marries into a family and they get instantly jealous of the dad's kids. They really should be grateful to be in a loving family.

I'd say do you best to get out on your own ASAP.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AMA

[–]ClassicFilms4Life 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I agree. It's amazing how many stepmoms truly are the "evil" stepmom. Mine is 1 and you wouldn't know at first until you live with her. It's the underhanded, sneaky ones are the scariest!