Brother-In-Law DEMANDS that I WAKE UP and MAKE HIM DINNER....BECAUSE I'M A WOMAN

My entitled brother-law wakes me up from a nap demanding that I make him dinner, stating that

as long as me and my family are staying in his house temporarily, then I need to be in the kitchen

just like his wife making him dinner whenever he wants. And I'm honestly blown away by this

situation and I now don't know what to do. Here's what happened. Okay, so my husband who we

will call Tom, as well as our two sons were recently in a house fire and lost our home,

but luckily we were all out of the house when this happened. Tom's brother who we will call Sean,

as well as his wife agreed to let us stay at his place with their kids while we sort out insurance.

Now I don't like Sean, as he believes in traditional gender roles in his household. We have

had issues. Ever since he realized I would keep my maiden name at work, which I informed him was

none of his business, and it was my personal choice. He works full time and his wife is a housewife

when we had our sons. Sean thought that I would quit my job as a doctor and become a stayed-home mom.

However, Tom became a stayed-home dad instead, and then went back to work after our son went to

school and doesn't share the same thought process as Sean. Sean clearly disappers of this and me,

and he vocalized his thoughts about the situation. I got Tom to speak to Sean, and he has left

us alone ever since then, but occasionally used to make comments at holidays and birthdays,

about which I just completely ignore. They stop when Tom returned to work and since then,

Tom says that Sean has grown as a person. Tom and Sean are very close, and I would never tell

him to stop talking to him, but I personally interact as little as possible with Sean. My son's

school in Tom's workplace is walking distance from Sean's house, which is why I agreed to stay,

and suck it up while we get back on our feet as it is temporary. Yesterday was a very hectic day at

work, and I was exhausted. My shift ended midday, and I went straight to bed. Everyone was out of

the house, and Sean and Tom went to work. The kids were at school, and Sean's wife went to see a

friend. Well, Sean got home first, and he woke me up. Now, I was upset and still tired, and when I

asked him why, he said to me that I should start making dinner as it was getting late, and his wife

was out and not picking up her phone. Usually, I do the cooking in the house with his wife, but I was

upset that Sean had woke me up, and I yelled at him to not disturb me. I then kicked him out of the

room, and I told him I was going back to sleep, and he could sort out his own dinner. When I woke

up that evening, Sean told me that while I was under his house, I need to respect his house rules.

I told him he could have cooked for himself, he did leftovers in the fridge, or gotten takeaway.

Now, Tom thinks that Sean did overstep by waking me up and making demands,

but I shouldn't have yelled and escalated the situation. So honestly, at this point, I'm

incredibly pissed off and frustrated, and I really don't know what to do. Before we go any further,

the original poster has an update to this situation. Here's what they had to say.

Okay, to start things out, I didn't expect so many responses, and I have read quite a few of them.

I spoke to a friend who said that we are welcome at her place. I told my husband I was leaving with

the kids, and he was welcome to join me or stay at Sean's house. My brother-law didn't tell my

husband the whole story, and said I just flat out refused to cook, and then yelled at him out of

tiredness when one of the conditions on us staying was that we would cook and help out around the house.

I was upset that my husband believed Sean, but he also didn't have the full story. In our culture,

we place a big emphasis on respecting elders, and I know I feel uncomfortable opposing elder

relatives on my side of the family, so I get why my husband does struggle. This experience has

made me put my foot down though, and I've told my husband I don't want our sons anywhere near him.

I think this has also been an eye-opener for my husband, and he has agreed to move out with me,

although my brother-law asked him to stay. When we get our place sorted out, only my sister-law and

my kids' cousins will be allowed over. My sister-law has called to apologize for my brother-law's

behavior, but here's the thing, I have not heard from him at all. He was silent to me, and only

talked to my husband and the kids. I agreed to move in with my brother-law, as I believe that he had

changed in his beliefs, and it had been a few years since our last fight, but apparently not.

Also, the house belonged to my husband's late parents, and he owns half of it. Also, with our

insurance, they have finally ruled the fire as a faulty electrical situation in the kitchen,

so we will get a place of our own by Friday. But regardless, I hope I never deal with my brother-law

ever again, because what he did to me was absolutely uncalled for. Holy crap, that guy is such an awful

person. Sean literally walked over to the original poster and said, hey, while you're in my house,

you need to cook in the kitchen. Basically saying, oh yeah, women belong in the kitchen while you're

under my roof. It's like, dude, what are you doing? If you want to try that crap with your wife,

I guess go for it, even though I think it's wrong. But to do that crap to somebody else's wife,

under the guise of, oh, if you're under my house, you have to follow my rules. Like, dude,

I don't know what you're talking about, but that is not going to happen. You can't boss someone

around and take away their autonomy, all because you're hungry and you want dinner. Who's going

to make my dinner now? It's like, dude, what are you talking about right now? Order a pizza,

heat up some leftovers. Cook for yourself, do something. Don't drag a guest in your house into this,

and be like, oh, if you're going to be in my house, you've got to follow the rules.

And it's like, your rules are super sexist. What are you talking about? Oh, okay, so you make the

women cook for you? What do you like 12 years old? So yeah, this whole scenario is so messed up,

it's not even funny. But I'm honestly super glad the original poster put this guy in his place,

because him not only saying this to you, but also trying to lie about it, in my opinion,

is a massive red flag. And I know if I was in your shoes, I would never do with this guy ever again.

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If you would like to submit your own stories, today I kicked a client out the door of my store,

because he came in five minutes before closing, and tried to ask a thousand questions before we

were done for the day. But I truly was not willing to deal with that, and so I asked him to leave.

Here's what happened. Okay, so I work at a copy center, and we print documents and photos,

and at 9.54 p.m., a guy came into print business cards. First of all, why in the world is he

here five minutes before closing? Secondly, he came in with something that can't be solved in five

minutes, because A, it's just business cards. And B, he started asking a bunch of stupid follow-up

questions, meaning he had no idea what he needed. You're probably guessing that business cards

are printed and sliced on a machine in large runs, and it's not done in a regular office with a

Xerox machine. Even if it isn't true, that's fine, because you likely listen politely to my

explanation, realize you won't get the results you want now, and go home afterwards. Well, he didn't

go home, but continue to ask if it was possible to print on a regular sheet of paper right now.

Now, I, knowing the tricks of Xerox, said that no, double-sided printing of business cards will

not work, and the color will definitely not be the same. He continued to insist that he needed

these stupid business cards, and asked how long it would take me to adjust this layout,

to which he received a direct answer. None. I will not be doing it, especially now. But even after

that, he did not calm down, and asked to make him at least one-sided. To finally make him go away,

I even printed him a couple of sheets of his business cards on plain paper. Now, let me clarify,

I don't mind getting into a person's situation if they urgently need to do something,

or even just to help them out, even if my working hours are over. But this one came with a blissful

smile and a pile of questions, not giving a single care about the fact that it was not my working hours.

What really got me was when he started asking irrelevant questions. Stuff like, where did you go to

college? And again, nothing wrong with small talk, but not at 10 o'clock PM. I realized he's a total

jerk, and at this pace he's going to sit here until he's tongue tied, or ends up staying to hit

on me. I asked him if he would like to take these papers, which by the way, of course he didn't

like the color, and he said no. So, I just pointed to the door with a straight hand and I said goodbye,

and I honestly hope I don't deal with that guy ever again. I love this story for a few reasons,

but the biggest one is the fact that you decided no, I'm not going to stay here past hours and deal

with your garbage. So that means you either have really good managers who let you kind of like

function on your own, or you just don't care, and you're like, look, I'm not dealing with this.

Because both sides of this coin are awesome, and I love this about this story. Because I've

been in situations where I have managers who are like, no, you have to stay and help them out.

And it's like, dude, it's 10 o'clock at night, are you kidding me right now? I want to go home.

But the fact that you told this guy, okay, take a hike and leave, I cannot help you right now.

That is hilarious to me, and it's very well deserved. And I personally have the same attitude as

the original poster. If there really is some kind of like emergency, and they need these business

cards like right away, then sure, you help them out and you get it done. But I think this guy was

literally just wasting everybody's time, and that is super annoying. So good for you for getting this

done, because if I was in your shoes, I would have tried to do the exact same thing. I pay my brother

$100,000 a year, while also giving him the freedom to choose his own hours and do his work at his

own pace. But even still, he constantly complains, leaving me in a position where I am literally

questioning everything. Here's what happened. So I spent the last seven years building my business to

support myself initially, and now my brother. He has had a lot of mental health struggles in his

twenties, but he pushed through it. He left a stable white collar job he hated, and started a $12

dollar an hour retail gig right before the pandemic. He got furloughed, and I happened to get a call

for a dream job I couldn't refuse, and I spent the next three months between training my brother,

and onboarding for this new company. Four years later, and it didn't work out, and we are working

together again. Now you would think he would be grateful, but I would be posting here if he was,

he makes $100,000 a year, doing work that should take six hours a day at max. Now I don't tell him

when to work. I don't restrict his time off, and he chooses what orders he wants to accept or reject.

He has the ability to make $150,000 a year if he wanted to put in a full day's work. Now sounds

great right? Well no, that's wrong. He constantly complains. He has to respond to client inquiries from

9 o'clock in the morning until 5 o'clock at night, but because he's so busy, he needs my help.

Despite the fact that I already answer all messages outside of business hours and on weekends,

if he sees that a message hasn't been responded to in an hour, and I said I was helping that day,

he berates me for not communicating that I'm online, and accuses me of not doing my job.

He constantly tells me that I don't care about the business. All the while, I'm literally

completing double his workload, covering three times more hours of client chats. He has told me I

need to tell him if I'm not going to be available, and when I'm going to be offline, even though my

schedule has zero impact on his responsibilities, or his expectations as an employee. I'm really

frustrated. I'm feeling like the actual roles here are reversed, and in reality, he's just a

super-entitled brat. What should I do? Wow, your brother gets paid $100,000 a year, and he wants

to sit there and complain, not to mention the fact that he could be making more money if he put in a

full days of work. Like this guy just sounds straight up lazy. Like I'm sorry, that is so unbelievably

toxic. So I know if I was the owner of this company and I had a brother working like this,

I would tell him straight up, listen, if you don't like what's going on, or if you can't handle

your job, then please, by all means, find something else. Like I know plenty of people who would love

to have a job like that, where they set their own hours, they're not being micromanaged, and they

can make six figures in a year. Like are you serious right now? That's a dream. Not to mention the

fact that he can make more money than his like standard paycheck. So yeah, hopefully your brother

sees the light of day, and realizes that he has a dream job right now, because he can either get

it together and figure his life out, or he could easily find himself getting fired from this job.

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would like to submit your own story. Am I the Jerk for not giving a Karen customer the sandwich

that she deserved? Because this lady literally complained over nothing, and I'm honestly wondering

if I'm gonna have a job at the end of the day. Here's what happened. So I work at a small family

owned deli. It's a cozy spot and we pride ourselves on good food and good service. One day during

the lunch rush, a woman who I will refer to as Karen comes in with her kid. She immediately

starts inspecting the sandwiches on the counter like she's at a museum. But honestly, whatever.

I'm used to picky customers, so this isn't unusual. She orders a turkey sandwich, but when I ask

if she wants it toasted, she snaps at me and says, no, I don't want it toasted. I want it fresh,

not burnt. I assure her that our bread is always fresh, and we don't toast unless specifically

ask for it. She's calm for a second, but then she eyes the deli meats and says,

I want my turkey slice thinner, like really thin. Is that too much to ask? I look at her a little

surprise because our turkey is already sliced pretty thin, but I nod and I tell her I'll pass the

request along to the slicer. I wrap up the sandwich and I hand it to her, but then she suddenly

starts waving her hands dramatically. This is not what I ask for, she exclaims, causing the entire

line of customers to turn and look. Now I'm just standing there thinking, what could possibly be

wrong? She then points at the sandwich. This turkey is way too thick. Do you not know how to make

a sandwich? Now at this point, I'm trying to stay professional, but I can't help but feel a little

frustrated. I know the turkey isn't thick, but I ask her, would you like me to remake it with

thinner slices? She then lets out a half. No, I want to talk to your manager, this is ridiculous.

So I go to the back and I tell my manager who's already heard the whole ordeal. She then walks

out to confront this Karen. She then starts screaming, this is terrible customer service.

I should be getting the best sandwich of my life for what I paid for. Now my manager is super chill,

but when Karen starts yelling, my manager just nods and calmly says, I'm sorry you're upset,

we could remake your sandwich or refund you. Which would you prefer? The Karen's face then turns

red, I want to refund, and I'm telling all my friends about how bad this place is. You don't

know how to make a sandwich. I want your store shut down. My manager doesn't even flinch. She

gives the Karen her full refund and says, I'm sorry we couldn't meet your expectations and I

hope you find a place that better suits you. As the Karen storms out, I hear muttering,

I'm going to make sure this place never survives. Now the best part about this is that one of the

regulars who had been watching the whole scene said to me, hey don't worry kid, you can't please

everybody. Some people just need a good sandwich to chew on instead of drama. And after they said

that we all had a really good laugh, and it definitely lightened the mood. Honestly it was one of

those days where I just had to remind myself that not everyone gets their way, and sometimes people

just need a moment to be heard, even if it's over a sandwich. Yeah I've dealt with people like this

before and honestly it is so weird. It's almost like they want to be upset of her something and it's

like okay I guess if I'm the person to get yelled at go for it, it's never fair and it's never

something you want to deal with, but the Karen in the story kind of fits that bill. So good for you

for the way you handle it because you honestly didn't do anything wrong. Am I the jerk for watching

my best friend's favorite show? After she told me all about it and then told me not to watch it,

here's what happened. Okay so I want to watch my best friend's favorite show at the moment,

after she kept talking to me about it, and I eventually decided that I wanted to check it out.

When I told her I wanted to, she told me not to, as she likes to keep her favorite things private to her,

so they feel more special and personal, and so I don't potentially criticize them, because she

says any criticism will ruin it for her. And as a side note, I have a long history of being a bit

heavy-handed with criticizing to be completely honest, but I'm a lot better now than I used to be.

For a bit more context, me and my friend are pretty much each other's only friends,

just because we're both fairly weird and kind of socially awkward, and just don't go out and

meet new people much, and both have a fair share of flaws which we don't mind about each other,

and as a result have been friends for about six years. We both like anime and talk about it quite a

and she's been talking to me about this new one for a couple of months, all the way to the point

where I wanted to go watch it and see if I'd like it as well. My friend has a weird thing, however,

that she likes to keep her most favorite things personal to herself, so that they feel more unique

and special for her, which I'm normally fine with, as we'll still talk and yap about them anyways,

even if I haven't seen them. This show is one of these things that she likes to keep personal,

and yet we still keep on talking about it, and she shows me clips since I'm the only person

that she can really share them with. Eventually, all of this has convinced me to watch it,

but she's always insisting that I don't, and we've been through this specific debate a couple

of times now, but we still keep yapping about the show happily anyways. Despite that, I have started

to watch it, as I don't really want to let her just gatekeep it from me, and generally, I don't think

media or culture is something that should be kept behind any bars. It's also not even about

embarrassment either, as she never would have talked to me about it so much, and from everything I've

seen of it so far, it's completely fine considering how well we know each other. I probably won't

ever tell her I've watched it at all, as I know that she'll get upset by it, having known her

for like 6 years now, and it'll be this whole ordeal that will just be a pain and mean nothing

eventually. This is the only time it's really come to me actually wanting to watch, and her

wanting to gatekeep, and the only thing I'm really curious about is if other people think that

I'm being a jerk by not listening to her, or if she's just gatekeeping the show and I shouldn't

care about it. So seriously, I'm either jerk in this situation because I really don't know what to do.

Okay, in my opinion, I think everybody sucks in this story. The fact that the friend is trying to

gatekeep the show in my opinion is really weird, but also it sounds like the original poster is

really annoying about anything that they're shown. They're probably super obnoxious about their

criticism about everything, and they kind of like kill the vibe when it comes to anything that

someone else might enjoy. So to that end, I can't blame your friend for being like, no, please

don't watch it, this is like the one good thing I have left that you haven't touched, but that

also doesn't excuse your friend from like really gatekeeping this and being like, no, you're not

allowed to watch this. Like both of the people in this story really need to like figure their

lives out because this is not normal behavior. So yeah, in my opinion, I think everybody sucks in

this story. My entitled mother wants me to come back home and take care of her, despite the fact

that she's treated me poorly my entire life. Here's what happened. So my mother who adopted me when

I was six years old, emotionally mistreated me and neglected me throughout my childhood. Most of my

memories are filled with babysitters while she was living it up. School bullying and therapist,

while she refused to believe that any of my problems stemmed from my relationship with her.

I've been slowly working through my issues with a therapist and now live several hours away from

her and a work of full-time job as a news producer. As my mother has grown older, she's now become

a shell of who she used to be. She is now a hermit, she does nothing, she loves being the victim,

and she is condescending and very judgmental. She has an abundance of loyal friends who think she's

a godsend, but all know there's something not quite right about her. On Sunday, I had to call 9-1-1

for her because she said she was feeling dizzy and had the sweats. After testing at the hospital,

they found that she had a small ulcer that it caused minor bleeding. I've been in communication

with the hospital this entire time and her best friend of over 36 years, who lives about an hour

away, was able to drive down to be with her. The ulcer has since been attributed to stress,

bad dieting, and lack of exercise. Her friends and I have talked to her about this so many times,

I honestly just don't even bother anymore. Aside from some discomfort, the hospital has her

on an IV and will send her home with a prescription after an evaluation. When I spoke to my mother on

the phone, she was very frustrated and complained about the situation. She also doesn't seem to understand

that she's actually improving and said she wished that I could be there. Her friend also mentioned

that my mother is adamant that she's not going home until she feels 100%, even if the doctor

tells her that she can go home, but feeling 100% is unrealistic, especially at that age. Her friend

told me that my mother needs to push herself more instead of just sitting around and waiting to feel

100% better. Her friends doing as much as she can for my mother, but she can only stay until next

Monday. My mother is perfectly mobile and aside from this blip, she is in much better shape than

a lot of people her age, and she absolutely could still eat better and be more active. If she fails

the evaluation, then the hospital can suggest a rehabilitation clinic for her to go to. She also has

several neighbors who are more than happy and have helped a great deal since she was put in the hospital.

At this point, the only thing holding my mother back it seems is being home alone,

despite that being something that she actually preferred before this incident. Again, her friend is

staying until this Sunday, so even if my mother is released tomorrow, her friend will be there for

another four days, and then my godfather and his friend will come and visit afterwards. But then

there's the neighbors who are actively trying to get my mother to reach out to them for help.

I have my own serious health problems that I'm trying to get under control, and I already work a

high stress job. The idea of taking time off indefinitely that I just don't have, to go back home

and having to put myself under more stress would honestly crush me, and at this point, I seriously

don't know what to do. Okay, in my opinion, it really sounds like your mom needs like professional

help, because from the sound to vague, you're not able to make this kind of sacrifice for her.

You've got luck going on, and it's not like you don't care, it's just that you don't have time.

So hopefully this all works out for you because this sounds incredibly messy. The disastrous new

owners of a restaurant I used to work at drove out the hardworking staff of three years in a matter

of days, and I'm honestly so glad that I don't work there anymore. Here's what happened. Okay,

so my bar had to change its name for legal reasons, and they decided to rebrand into a sports bar

with another company. My service team had been working together for three years since we opened the

place, and said we would all come back to give it a shot. We were told to file for unemployment for

a month and a half while they revamped, and that we would be hired right back. The general manager

texted on a Saturday near that proposed opening date that they wanted people in Sunday afternoon.

No email, but instead just an Android text less than 24 hours in advance. I was out of town,

but I showed up a couple of days later, and I was told we'd be doing training, so I dressed

appropriately. I then showed up to a restaurant in disarray, and over 20 new TVs, and clearly

training would be a company by some manual labor first. The new owner asked me to clean out some

trash cans, saying I'd wash them out to start the day, and then clean them at the end of the day.

I started looking for the hose outside, and he told me that I'd need to soap them up first.

As I was finishing, they asked me to wipe down the box fan. Then they asked me to spray paint

some high chairs. I asked him for a mask, and I was then pointed to two used masks. I said I didn't

want to use a used mask, and then I asked if I could go grab one from the first aid kit. I was

then told this was not a good idea, and was pointed back towards the used mask. In the midst of this,

I was asked to clean out the box fan again. Mind you, this was a box fan that we had had for nearly

two years that had a broken on-off switch, which I was spending more time at minimum wage to clean,

than it would cost to buy a new fan. Afterwards, my co-workers and I finished our tasks,

and we were mumbling together about several concerning things, and standing around while everyone

else was eating lunch and tasting beer. The owner then came up to us and said the lean or clean

thing with clenched fists. Barely containing his anger, he told us to find something else to do.

I asked if he wanted us to taste the beer, and he said no as he retorted smugly. I then heard him

scream at one of the employees from his company shortly thereafter about a piece of paper that he

himself had lost. While we had planned to give it a week, my co-workers and I met up and had a

tough time tabulating the red flags, leading to people to finally admit that it was time to move on.

Now I thought I would stick it out for a couple more days, and I was even told for two successive

days that we were doing training, but that just didn't end up happening. Just more general labor.

We tasted some leftover food, but still not enough tables were ready, with one day before an invited

prepaid event, and three days before a soft opening with no food menu, no drink menu or beer list,

I realized that they were taking advantage of training to do a catering event, and I decided to leave.

I then heard they hadn't hired any other service staff, and they were betting it all on us.

But now that place is apparently a miserable revolving door, and honestly I'm glad I got out of there.

Yeah, that place sounds miserable, and I don't blame you for a second for quitting. Because anyone

who's going to be like, oh yeah, we're going to be doing some training, and then expects you to do

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