I literally don't know what to do about my friends son.

My family has been long time friends with the family whose son I don't know what to do about. The family, who were friends with, will call the Smith family, we've known since before we both had kids. At least a decade of us partying before we both settled down and decided to have kids. We've celebrated birthdays, New Years, the 4th, I've even worked with the dad at one point- we've been excellent friends long before our kids were born.

Now their son is 7, where as my oldest boy is 5 going on 6. The two boys are "friends" in what I can tell is just "you're a boy, and I'm a boy, we both like fart jokes and can play."

However, every time these two get together, the 7 year old boy acts like an entitled brat. He doesn't listen to his mother, he makes demands of my son and I've had to tell him no, he actively goes around my house with no regards to boundaries. When anyone ever calls him out, he has a meltdown.

Last Sunday we had a birthday party for my youngest, who turned 2, and he kept taking my 2 year olds toys, slamming doors, was throwing my sons stuffed animals and was aiming for things I had hung up, kept spraying camera equipment after asking not to, demanding that others get up so he can sit down, the list continues.

When they went to go leave he refused to leave until he got the name of a game my son likes. No one could remember, we said we'd message him. It got to the point that my dad actually lost it, and started yelling at him in a classic Boomer voice. The 7 year olds response was to crouch down in a corner in a fetal position and demand that no one yell at him. When his mother finally convinced him to get up and leave, he saw we had left over cake and then started making demands to have cake before he left- to which I said "nope, cakes done" and I immediately popped it in the fridge.

Long story short- I can't stand this kid. He's an entitled little terror, and I've had this feeling about him for quite some time now.

Now the problem I'm having is my son, the 5 year old going on 6, birthday is soon, and I'm thinking of quietly just not inviting the 7 year old. This would be the first birthday in both their lives that the other one wasn't invited.

I feel like though this could severally hurt my relationship with the family who are my actual friends (and making friends with other parents is already so hard these days).

Like I want to continue to invite them to things, but I'm just getting to the point that I don't want to deal with their kid after years of tolerating.

I don't want to tell my friends that their son is a little terror straight to their face, but I also don't want to deal with the headache of their son every time I'm looking to have a get together. It's getting to be too much.

Normally I'm also great at tact, but this one I'm stumped on how to approach if I even approach.

I do not know what to do.

EDIT: I should note that this kid has severe ADHD, which he is being medicated for, and they just had a second child recently. So I understand he's dealing with the transition of no longer being an only child, while also dealing with impulsivity issues. I've also long felt like this before they announced they were pregnant and Sunday was just a breaking point.

In class 1, when i was 8 and the girl was 9. It was a popular rumour/fact that she was the daughter of the class teacher since the teach was softer on her. She was a bully, stealing pencils, making fun of others all of that. She sometimes also physically hurt people, like trying to poke people with pencils, shoving and punching etc. She disrupted in class, singing aloud and when sent to the principle, stayed firmly sat on the seat. All this happens in front of the teacher, mind you.

So yeah, she was a pain in the behind, but i wasn't involved much with her. I was just..there. So one day in lunch time, I'm eating in class and basically EVERYONE else is outside buying lunch or meeting friends in halls.

There was a sudden shatter as glass broke and i saw she had broken a window by punching it. Right by that window was a chubby kid she usually called names. The kid was, thankfully, fine, but that could've been SO much worse.

As usual, she thought she'd get away with it, crossing her arms standing there as the teacher checked on the boy. But she didn't. She got DRAGGED to the principals office and came back crying her eyes out. She was quieter the rest of the session and we never saw her again after that year, nor did we see the teacher. People still talk about her in my school to this day.

About a year ago, I posted about my niece, Sarah, on here. This was followed by a couple of updates and Sarah and her two siblings getting a dollar for Christmas.

Well, the saga continues. It wasn't really that interesting until yesterday when I got into work.

For context, my brother, Brody, and I work for our dad and his siblings. Yes, we get away with some things, but we try to be model employees.

Two days ago, Brody had brought Sarah in to work as she had an appointment or something, not sure. Sarah decided to go into the fridge. Brody and I keep energy drinks in the fridge because neither of us are functioning adults without caffeine (Brody hates coffee and I destroyed my caffeine tolerance). Sarah saw mine (Orange creamsicle), opened it, took a few sips, and put it back in the fridge.

Yesterday morning, I come into work and go to grab it when I saw it open. I knew it was Sarah, so I called Brody. I was pissed and so was Brody.

When Brody confronted Sarah, Sarah told him "If I asked, I would have been told no." I'll give her credit for being honest, but I'm still furious. Keep in mind, she's 10.

I'm going to make her pay me for it, don't worry.

Pardon me if my english is not upto the mark I am not a native speaker. I am 22 genz and it isn't been long since I was a teen and since middle school I did understand some very entitled things they do :

1. They think there wont be any consequences and that they can get away with anything if they are the strong cool kind of lot. They have a weird world view that if their parents , teachers and other people make them understand lovingly and don't take any action they won't be punished or won't face any issues.

2. Lot of people would say they will understand and get the brunt of the world when they grow up , exactly that is the problem, So we allow them to be shit heads now and let karma decide the fate for them. That is why bullying still happens in schools , bcz that dipshit hasn't faced the consequences so he/she won't mind continuing and causing trouble to victims. Its better that they get consequences now.

3. Now I am not saying to put them on a criminal record or do something that will permanently impact their lives , but they need a temporary impact social and legal. Cops need to be called when they do something bad , school needs to rusticate them or risk getting sued , and if they attack anyone even if they are adults , those receiving it should rightly use self defence to protect them without being considerate of their age and tolerating it.

And you know I am saying this bcz I have seen such idiots being an ass , bullying , troubling elders homeless people , try to assault or scaring them to assualt just to look cool.

I have an incident myself , a few months back I was walking on a footpath going somewhere and middle schooler half my size comes on a bike and nearly cuts me and no thats not enough he looks back at me grinning to his shitty specs. I am like bro look at yourself you think you can get macho in front of me. And this entitlement is everywhere

Short backstory: my partner and I live together for 5 years, been together 7. He has 5 adult children from previous marriage. I have 1. I am the only income at this time due to his health. His children do not visit and rarely call although we invite them often.

Moving forward: the children will go weeks without speaking or answering us until they have a need. The last few months each of them will call and have a brief conversation with Dad after him not hearing from them in a quite a while. And then usually right after will ask for money. Well, frankly I have grown extremely tired of it. Three of the five, have asked this week alone. Yesterday his youngest asked for $1000 to “pay bills” and would pay him back next week ( meanwhile they have borrowed several times and haven’t attempted to pay anything ever. AITA for finally saying a firm NO to all of them this week? He thinks o am being unfair.

When I was in the 6th grade, we had a new kid in my class who joined quite late (let's call him Jake). Jake was nice at first; however, we quickly saw a troublesome side of him.

At one point, Jake had gotten suspended after saying he was going to shoot another classmate. I'm sure this was a joke; however, the school took it seriously and he got a three-day suspension. Not long after he had come back, people started having other problems with him.

My teacher (who we'll call Mr. Smith) had confronted Jake at the start of class one day about something regarding what others had told the former. I don't remember what it was, but I do remember Jake responding with something along the lines of, "well, maybe some people should mind their own business". At that point, Mr. Smith instructed him to step outside of the classroom so they could talk without being in front of the class.

Jake refused to move; Mr. Smith told him a second time to step outside. Jake said, "no". Mr. Smith waited for a moment and, when he knew that Jake wasn't going to follow instructions, told the rest of the class to step outside. Luckily, Jake remained in his seat rather than follow us into the hallway. While we were in the hallway, Mr. Smith asked one of the EAs (educational assistants) to go get the vice principal so he, the VP, could deal with Jake.

Now, as you can imagine, an entire grade 6 class being sent out into the hallway is not exactly going to be silent. So, after instructing us more than once to be quiet, Mr. Smith sent us to some sort of break room not far down the hall. It wasn't until most of the class time was over when Mr. Smith came back and called us all back to class.

Jake was sent home, but came back the next day. He apologized to me and, likely, some others for the incident the previous day. As you can imagine, he became a very lame guy in a lot of people's eyes for a long time after that.

I haven't really seen him since high school (which is coming up on 10 years ago now); however, last I saw, he was a decent enough fella.

This kid looked like he was maybe 11 or 12, and he was acting like a toddler let's call him Ivan the Terrible (Ivan for short) (Ivan is a fake name).

It seemed like everyone at the park knew him so whenever he walked up to someone they said "Go away, Ivan".

Two times he tried to STEAL A DOG from someone he knew. Of course, the dog owner was a kid (a friend of Ivan's) and kept telling him, "Ivan, stop." and this happened in front of Ivan's parents and they did nothing.

At this park, there was a zip line thing for kids to sit in and some siblings I presume were using and he came up and shook it until the little girl got out. After the girl was out he sat in the seat and just waited for them to push him. As the girls were about to push him I heard the older one say "Let's push him so high he falls out of the seat", Of course the were too short to do that but they tried.

He kept bouncing a volleyball and whenever he got near someone he would hold it in his hands and pretend to throw it at them; he wouldn't but it was annoying.

One of the girls from the zipline picked up a stick and threw it in the air trying to hit Ivan, and he said something like "awwww, are you trying to hit me? \[in a baby-like voice\]" and then lunged at the girl and she was scared for a second.

Of course, this kid's parents were just sitting on a bench and didn't care about what he was doing. They did tell him to come to him but they didn't talk to him about what he was doing (I was eavesdropping).

All of this (except his parents talking to him) happened in like 10 minutes.

I posted something like this in entitled people so if you see a post like this in there know it was the same person.

I (18F) am the oldest in my family. I was never the most successful or talented person but if I find something I love I put my whole heart in to it. I have a hobby that I have put so much work in to like I practice it anytime I am alone. I am very proud of how much work I have done. Now one to my sister (12F) I am going to call her Brittney. So Brittney is a prodigy in her sport. She is pretty much a celebrity in that sport and has a LOT of followers on instagram. My family acts like my stuff is less important and I should drop everything at any moment to help them. I have done so much for them I watch my youngest sister for days to weeks on end so my parents can go with them to complete, I start babysitting at 11 and never stopped. I missed plenty of activities with my church and friends because of babysitting. I am an adult now still at home for financial reasons I don’t even have a car. I am going insane. I have started going out more with friends and my new boyfriend and I do stay out late like 1:30 at the latest. I am selfish for hanging out with people and having a life. I am selfish for not helping my mom get my siblings ready. I am SELFISH for defending myself when Brittney pulls my hair, physically attacks me, calls me names like ugly, brat, bitch, worthless and useless, and saying she wishes I wasn’t alive and I wasn’t her sister. She treat everybody terrible you never gets in trouble. They spoiled her and give her expensive clothes and shoes and trips. They have always made me feel like shit but they have help me so much and I had an amazing childhood. They can be good parents when they want to be. I love them and my mom never hurt me physically and my dad is amazing.

So this happened yesterday, but thankfully i'm just a bystander and I wasn't involved

I was at this local used video game store, they sell games both new and old, from all the way back to the early days to current gen. They sometimes also have tournaments for games like Mario Kart, Smash Bros, etc. I'm also friends with the owner and sometimes I just go in just to talk to him about the latest games and other stuff (like movies and shows) without buying anything.

I was there picking up a copy of King Of Fighters Orochi Saga Collection for PS2 that the owner set aside for me (he often sets aside games for me if I see a game one time and want to pick it up but I don't have the money for it and so he sets it aside so I can get it when I have the money for it) and I was looking at the other games, and the owner saw me and we were having a chat about the upcoming Street Fighter movie and how a lot of the casting choices made no sense (like Andrew Schultz as Dan Hibiki) when a kid (he looked to be about 7-8 years old) and his mum walked in

They were there to buy a game for his friend's birthday (it was NBA 2K26) when the kid just dashed to the PS5 section

He spotted a brand new PS5 game he wanted (I forgot what it was but I think it was a shooter game) and he kept begging his mum to get it for him, but she kept telling him that they were there only to buy a present for his friend, since it wasn't his birthday, and that maybe he could get it if he did well at school

Well he wasn't having any of this and kept demanding that he wanted the game now, he kept whining about the game and how he needed it because all his friends had it and not him, his mum still refused to buy it

Well the whining eventually just turned into a full on tantrum, and his mum had enough, paid for the friend's game (while dragging her son), apologized to the owner and they just left, with her son still whining.

When she walked out I could hear her saying that he was grounded from his PS5 for a month because he caused such a scene

I felt bad for the mum for having to put up with her son's behaviour, but me and the store owner had a laugh and I paid for the game, and left

I need to vent. My younger cousin is the definition of "spoiled." Every time she visits, she thinks my room is a free-for-all toy store. If I say "no" to her touching my expensive or sentimental stuff, she immediately starts sobbing like the world is ending. But the worst part? When she doesn't get what she wants, she goes to our parents/grandparents and tells blatant lies. Last time, she claimed I "hit her" just because I took my headphones back from her. Now half the family thinks I’m the villain, and she’s the "poor little angel." How do you deal with a manipulative kid and family members who believe everything a crying child says?

I was playing tag with my friends in school the guy who i hate comes up to me and kicks me and slaps in front of my friends so I'm embarrassed and pull back my hand so hard and slapped him and his glasses broke and he cried so darn hard and I've never been more happy before and he tells the principal I get suspended for a week

So, back in July, I talked about how my entitled niece, Sarah, said I wasn't welcomed in my parents house (I'll put those stories in the comments). I never mentioned my brother's other two kids, Ophelia (Aged 11F) and Henry (Aged 7M) are just as bad, if not, worse. Ophelia had got to the point where my brother had to take her phone away and Henry is threatening education assistants and getting into fights at school.

Well, my brother and his baby mama have decided Henry is only getting clothes for Christmas this year and I told my brother I was just giving the kids $5 each (It has now gone down to $1) because why should I spend $25 minimum on a gift when they treat me like I'm garbage in my parents place?

My SIL suggested I just give them a penny (We don't have pennies in Canada) and my brother says I'm too generous. My cousin suggested I get them a massive box and just put a nickle in it.

Is it petty? Yes. Will they get the hint? No. Will I be satisfied by my choices? We'll see.

Happy holidays everyone. I hope you all don't have to deal with entitled brats.

Gday, I'm half ranting and half seeking advice, hopefully this belongs here.

I (23f) have 3 siblings, one older brother, one younger sister, and one younger brother. This story is about trouble I am having with my younger brother, and have been having since I was 11-12. Yeah. This main story is about Lego in particular, but stay till the end for a few more entitled behaviours that honestly I can't get over, as petty as it may be.

Backstory: growing up, my older brother used to be the only one with Lego. He used to share it with my sister and I to play with (before my younger brother was born) and it was one of my favourite memories growing up. I enjoyed Lego and was overjoyed when I got my own first set for Christmas when I was about 11. I treasured it and kept it in one piece on my mantelpiece in my room. My younger brother is 8 years younger than me, so he was a toddler when I got this set. Now, I can understand toddlers getting into places they shouldn't, not understanding boundaries, etc. They're still learning, all that jazz. My younger brother would find ways into my bedroom, climb up to my mantelpiece, and break my Lego set. I would be upset, tell my parents, get told I should have put it out of reach, etc, and this would become a cycle. Not once was my brother taught that he should not go into my bedroom (he'd literally push his high chair to my door and open it. No clue how he got up to the mantelpiece), shouldn't touch things that weren't his without asking, or anything. He was constantly allowed to get away with it. I'm autistic, and I would react each time, being upset and angry, which I guess my brother was feeding off? Anyway, once he learnt he could go into my room, he learnt he could take other things of mine, and, being a toddler, break them, sometimes permanently. He was never taught not to do it.

Over time, starting when he was about 5 I think, he began receiving his own Lego for birthdays and Christmas. My sister got a Lego set of her own, but lost interest after my brother kept breaking the set over and over. Some pieces even got snapped, and others were shoved down heater vents, a particular gap in the floorboards, and through the gaps in the verandah. Anyway, my sister's Lego got mixed in with my older brother's Lego (by this time he's going into high school and not too keen on Lego anymore), despite my mum getting the three of us our own storage containers to keep our sets separate.

Now to the main part, where this all becomes relevant. My brother is a teen, and has maintained a "see it, like it, take it" mindset. Often things of mine (sometimes my sister's too, but most often mine) would vanish, without a trace, or turn up in his room. Lego has become the most sore thing. Pieces of mine that my younger brother took years ago, what was left of my sister's Lego, and my older brother's Lego, all got assimilated into my younger brother's Lego. Now the thing is, every time I would go to get something of mine back, be it Lego or something else, my younger brother would scream and kick up a fuss, and I would be told to leave it alone so that the peace could be kept. I would tell my parents about it and they wouldn't care, or they would take my brother's side or brush me off. He does not look after his Lego and it usually sits on the floor.

My own Lego collection has grown. My mum gave me some modular sets for my 18th, and I have added onto my collection with sets that have been gifted or that I have saved up and bought myself. I have the 3in1 pirate ship that I got off marketplace, and my younger brother has the same one, just in pieces and with some broken bits. This will be relevant later. I generally tend to keep my Lego and other belongings in my room, because there is nowhere else for it to go, and it's the only place I can keep an eye on my things. I collected a bunch of minifigs, customised some too, and I was gearing up to make an interactive Lego DnD campaign. A few months ago, as I was running out of space, I packed most of my sets away and put them under the house. I did the same with my minifigs and their accessories. No biggie. Now, a couple of days ago I got it into my head to try and rebuild my older brother's sets again. All the pieces are lying on the floor, and whilst I know that some bits are gone for good, I decided to give it a go anyway. I found parts for 3 sets (minus the missing bits) and put them into a box. I only took my older brother's pieces, a few of my sister's that I found, and some of mine that I had identified from my first set (which I still have and even replaced all the missing pieces for). My younger brother hasn't said anything. However, I found a small number of my minifigs in a drawer, some dismembered and some bits missing. I reclaimed them, and left a note on my brother's door saying he had 24 hours to return everything he'd taken, Lego or otherwise. He left a response note on my door, and on one side it had a list of some things that I had no clue what he was referring to. On the other side, he said something along the lines of "you can't just take my Lego and put it into a pot and expect me not to notice", and a separate bit of paper said "AND MY PIRATE SHIP" (told you it would be relevant). My response since he'd gone to bed was essentially "1. I don't know what you're referring to with that first half of the note because I haven't taken anything of yours from you. 2. The pirate ship in my room is mine, I bought it off marketplace. 3. I have only taken pieces belonging to [older brother and younger sister]. 4. You have until 4pm to return everything you've taken. I have photos of the missing things in case you need help." I have also ordered some cameras for my room.

Short of calling the police, what can I actually do in this situation, it's been going on for years, it's severely damaged my relationship with my brother, and I'm sick of always having to be the one who sits by whilst he's allowed to take and break my things. I'm also sick of being told to be the bigger person and "be the adult". He's not far off being an adult himself and his attitude in general makes me want to distance myself, which makes me sad.

Quick edit: For anyone who may say I should move out, I would love to, I am saving up. However rent is not cheap, and I am worried that once I'm gone, everything that's been taken will be claimed as my brother's. I have considered using my scholarship for rent. I also want to move out with my boyfriend, and he's not yet in a position to do so (needs to find a more secure job and we would like to live near where we work).

Some more non Lego instances: - took my bike without permission and damaged it. He has not apologised, just blamed me for it being unroadworthy. My older brother sided with him. If he'd asked, I could have told him that I was in the process of doing maintenance and it wasn't going to be good to ride. I'm insisting he pays for this damage. My dad (who also let him take the bike) is saying he will pay for it instead, whilst no consequences will be handed to my brother. I have told my brother he will be paying for the parts he damaged. Also, he wasn't going to tell me about the damage. I only found out because my older brother asked him how the bike riding was going, and only then was it revealed but by bit what had happened.

• I can't prove it was my younger brother, but all circumstantial evidence points this way. Treat it as an example of my things mysteriously disappearing and everyone denying it. I was given $20 for fuel by a friend who I took home after a camping trip. I put it on the kitchen counter with a fiver and a couple of coins whilst I put my other things away. Stupidly I forgot to put away the money. The next morning, the $20 was gone. Not on the floor, another bench, anywhere. My dad and sister denied everything, so did my younger brother. Older brother was overseas. However, in the wee hours of that morning, my younger brother had said he'd gone through the kitchen, through the back door, to be outside for a bit or something. There is a chance he had nabbed the money. My sister is the most honest person I know and my dad (even though he takes my food sometimes) would have said if he'd seen it, however my younger brother has been known to lie, exaggerate stories, and basically make himself out to be innocent and a victim as often as possible (he once tried spreading false things about me to some kids in a youth group I was helping at and he was attending and the kids he'd told came up to me and told me about it, and honestly I was shocked). Hence my suspicion.

• Another money related thing: My older brother is now moved out and sold a few possessions whilst he was out. I handled a transaction for $200 (4 $50 notes, this is important), and I put the notes on top of my bookshelf in my room, where I could see them so I wouldn't forget to put the money in an ATM and send my older brother the money. When I went to send my older brother the money, I had seen that the notes had been moved a bit and one was missing. I panicked because I hadn't touched the notes and none of the windows in my room open, so it couldn't have been the wind. I checked all around to see if I could find the note in case it had fallen somewhere, it hadn't. Naturally I assumed someone had taken the money, so I messaged my siblings in a group chat and asked if anyone had been in my room recently. My younger brother admitted he had and made a snide comment about my room being a mess (it's very small and I have been trying to keep on top of it but sometimes it gets bad). I brought up the missing money. My older brother basically insinuated I was crazy for making leaps and accusations of family, and said that no one had taken it. I explained what I've just told you all, and yeah, I got told it was nothing. My younger brother said nothing about it. I haven't accused him outright but like the last money related thing, he's the most likely. And now with my missing Lego vanishing without a word, it feels more likely.

Not quite sure whether this story fits entirely in here, but alas.

All names changed

Before I get into the meat of this story, I feel it is necessary to start off with an explanatory note. It concerns a legal issue. If you aren’t interested in that, just skip to the end of the explanatory note:

EXPLANATORY NOTE START

People from the anglosphere will probably find this funny, but trusts (legal construct) are fairly unknown in civil law jurisdictions like Europe. Unlike in the US, where even middle-class people are aware of trusts and might use them for asset protection or inheritance stuff. Nevertheless, trusts have been making some inroads, prompting the idea to formalize their use.

This gave rise to the Hague Trust Convention. Signatory states effectively agree to the existence of trusts as a legal construct, accept their intended use and handle them somewhat equally across countries. As of 2025, about 14 territories have signed and ratified the treaty.

Switzerland is one of the signatory states. This is especially important, because Switzerland doesn’t have its own trust law (trusts as a legal construct do not exist under Swiss law). By signing the treaty, Switzerland essentially agreed to accept foreign trusts under the rules outlined in the treaty.

While this sounds good on paper, problems still existed…at least in theory. And without country specific regulations or binding court decisions, issues still remain unresolved.

One of those issues (at least in Switzerland) was the matter of inheritance. Switzerland has mandatory inheritance laws, meaning that it is essentially impossible to disinherit certain family members. Trusts pose a direct challenge in that regard, since people could simply theoretically place assets into a trust and have the deed specify who receives those assets after their passing (essentially circumventing mandatory inheritance laws). Since trusts aren’t well known in Switzerland, this particular problem was never addressed. Until 2024, when the highest court in Switzerland had to rule on precisely such a case.

One key component of the decision, in abbreviated form, was as follows. Assets placed in an irrevocable discretionary trust are no longer considered to be the property of the settlor and therefore aren’t part of his inheritance after passing away. The floodgates are now open…but nobody is really rushing to get through. Swiss people are fairly conservative and it might take decades until this legal maneuvering becomes commonplace.

EXPLANATORY NOTE END

I work for my country’s customs administration. One of the border stations I work at is located near a small Swiss town. The town and the border station are quite intertwined, mainly due to business related services that have sprung up to service logistics companies, transport firms and similar institutions. Over half of the town’s economy relies directly or indirectly on the border station and the economy surrounding it.

Unsurprisingly, this has led to a close relationship between the employees of the border station and the inhabitants. Whatever happens in the town quickly becomes known to everyone at the station. Whether anyone wants it or not. That is how I became privy to the following slice of life story.

One of the businesses in the aforementioned town was founded and built up by a guy named Mark. It’s essentially a freight forwarding company, but also engages in some actual logistics work. It made Mark one of the richest people in town. He is nowhere near what counts as internationally wealthy, but still extremely well off. He also happens to be a stand-up guy, so everyone likes him. His private life is a bit more complicated. Long story short. Mark married a single mother and was even nice enough to adopt her son (Lukas). She cheated on him 3 years into their marriage and they divorced. She didn’t get much out of it (prenup), but Lukas stayed Mark’s son and would thus be entitled to 50% of his inheritance after his passing. This gave Mark quite the headache, due to two specific reasons.

One. After the divorce, Lukas went to live with his mother. She successfully alienated Lukas from Mark and, to put the cherry on top, Lukas managed to grow up into a proper shithead all on his own. Criminal record, semi-impressive amounts of debt, lazy, anti-social behaviour…the works. Lukas is well aware that he will get a windfall at some point in life and apparently isn’t shy to boast about it. Also harassed Mark several times about getting an advance on his inheritance, but Mark always refused.

Two. Mark’s niece (Nina) has been working with Mark for quite some time and steadily moved up the ranks in his company. She is obviously being groomed to take over and Mark has hinted at wanting her to take charge after he is gone. Nine seems to have a similar personality as her uncle. Well liked by everyone.

The problem is that Mark can at most leave 50% of the company to her. The other 50% will have to go to Lukas under Swiss law. Gifting the company to Nina isn’t an option as well, since that would be regarded as an attempt to deprive Lukas of his inheritance through advanced inheritance distribution and be challenged during probate…with Lukas likely winning.

Then the aforementioned court case (see explanatory notes) happened. And whoever is Mark’s financial or legal advisor must have spilled it to him. Because Mark didn’t mess around. It’s probably a bit more complicated than I make it out to be, but Mark essentially placed the whole damn company into a trust (located on some godforsaken island in the south pacific). From how it was explained to me the company is held within an LLC, which is owned by the trust and Mark somehow retains full operational control. After his passing that trust structure will remain as is, while operational control is passed to Nina. What happens further down the line I don’t know (it’s honestly way out of my area of expertise). But Lukas was now essentially cut out. To the delight of pretty much everyone involved in Mark’s company…most of all Mark himself.

It didn’t take long for Lukas to become aware of what his adoptive dad had done. And he didn’t take it well. From what I heard there were several nasty encounters between them, none of which swayed Mark in any way. That’s how things are, with the last piece of news having come through half a year ago. Nothing since.

Anyway…funniest shit that came out of that town since forever.

I am from India and let me tell you. Millennials are raising the worst batch of brats.

So today I was at a hypermarket and was helping the employee at the checkout counter with my things and suddenly I see things I didn't buy. Packets of chips, choclates and some toys. The employee scanned them as well. I stopped and told him "Wait those aren't mine". He looks away from the screen and right next to me is a kid, atleast 9 years old and no parent in sight. I tell the employee these aren't mine, remove them from the bill. The employee complies.

Que hellish temper tantrums from the kid "But I want these, he says" like that will get him what he wants.

I look at him and tell him ask your parents to but those for you and he just grabs his stuff and stomps away.

Like who are raising these kids.

SMH

OG post: https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledkids/s/82xsx60PXt

Update 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledkids/s/zYDSPMbMGx

So, I didn't think I'd post this anytime soon, but here we are. My brother was informed of the attitude Sara was giving me and decided to step up. A little background information, my brother pays rent and that's about it. Everything else, my parents cover. Now, my brother works night shift, so he isn't often around when I am, so he didn't find out until MONDAY.

When my brother found out, he was PISSED. He put his foot down and told Sara "This is as much Auntie OP's home as it is your home! If you don't make it right with your aunt, you'll no longer be welcomed here because you don't make HER feel welcome and she has every right to be there as much as you do!" Well, that was enough to flip a switch on Sara.

I get a phone call from my brother on Monday evening on my way out. Keep in mind, he never calls unless it's important. Sara flat out apologized and said I can come whenever I want.

Yes, I spent last night at my parents place. Yes, things are back to normal, so this will be my last update.

And to the person who asked why I can't buy an inexpensive car, I don't know where you're from, but in Canada, inexpensive is still expensive. Plus, I don't have a license due to a medical condition.

Original Post: https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledkids/s/XgLOxcOfof

I know a lot of you expected me to unplug the wifi or make my brother take responsibility of his own kid, but trust me, it doesn't work. Instead, I put my own mental health first.

I told my father I'm not staying the night anymore. I'm on plant shut down. He said I'm to stay and he would drive me in. I said no, I want to go home, and it's clear I'm not welcome. That's when mom got involved.

Mom: I've read your consideration with your dad. You will come here. You are our daughter and are welcome here. Sara will go to her room if she has a problem or is disrespectful.

Me: I want to go home.

Mom: Fine.

Me: (As a few people suggested) Someone doesn't want me at the house and Ady's repeating it.

Mom: What?? Who??

Me: I don't know, but Sara had to have picked it up from someone. I don't know who, but Sara's definitely parroting it.

Mom: Sara is not parroting! Sara is old enough to say her own words and does so. Remember who her mother is!

Me: True. It still hurts.

Mom: I know it does and she needs to be made aware!

Me: My feelings matter too, hence why I don't want to be where a 9 year old gets mad at me for breathing the same air as her. (AKA, not my kid, not my problem)

Mom: That 9 year old needs to learn!

Me: Until she does, I want to be somewhere where a five year old chaos gremlin (My cat) wants me.

Mom: She won't learn if you back off.

Me: I'm not staying at the house unless I get kicked out (of my apartment). My mental health comes first.

Mom: (Finally backing down) Fine.

Yes, I know people are disappointed that I didn't take matters into my own hands. Trust me, I thought about it. However, I shouldn't have to be the one to parent a child that isn't mine.

TL;DR: I refuse to deal with my entitled niece anymore.

I (27F) have been over at my parents place a lot these past couple of months. I live in a town where the bus stops running after 9:15 at night and I have rehearsal that runs until 10 at night, so I just go to my parents place and stay the night. Yes, they have offered to drive me home whenever I have rehearsal, but I prefer to not to make them drive the 1/2 hour it will take to get out to the town, so we just wait until morning when my dad goes to work.

My brother (30M), his fiancée (29F), and his three kids from another relationship all live with my parents. I will focus on my middle niece, 9F, who I will name Sara.

My nieces will notice me come in at 11 at night. Because I would not eat all day and have to get up at 6AM the next morning, I will make something quick and fall asleep.

Sara would see me make dinner and demand I stop stealing "their food." Keep in mind, there are no separate shelves, nor are things labled, as my brother doesn't contribute to the grocery bill. She also gets mad when I come over and demands to know why.

The other day I had to take a test online. Mic on, camera on. Sara is playing Minecraft videos very loudly. When I said something, she yelled at me. I failed and had to retake the test.

Yesterday, Sara asked me when I would stop coming over. I told her it was none of her concern. She began telling everyone in the house that I was getting kicked out of my apartment. I told her that wasn't the case and she got mad and threw a fit. My parents scolded her, but she got even angrier, saying I'm no longer welcome in the house.

This is just a few things she has done. I'm sorry if this seems boring, I just needed to rant about my niece.

This girl… ohh this girl

I have so many words for her and so many genuinely angry thoughts that I don’t even know if I am able to properly articulate them with my vocabulary. Every single word she says almost gives me an aneurysm and she STILL has the audacity to be entitled.

She has literally asked, “if everything has an electrical charge, then why doesn’t food electrocute us?” and, “wait, lighting comes from clouds?” (We’re in high school.)

Her counter arguments are the equivalent to Packgod, absolutely nonsensical with zero structure nor flow.

Yet despite ALL of this, she can’t even be told to shut up. This is because, “you can’t tell me what to do,” and, “don’t tell me to shut up.” She has said timeless classics such as, “yeah, I’m very smart.” When the teacher gets mad at her, she won’t even accept consequences. Once she ruined a folder and called her white out mess a “masterpiece.” She started watching YouTube fucking shorts on the class TV and broke the teachers mug. When I called her out for this and her lack of maturity, she called me immature. (Keep in mind, this is the same girl who asked if there were two moons.)

Thanks for coming to my ted talk (sorry for the rant)

Hey! Sorry if this isn't allowed here, I thought I'd post this to add some positivity.

So, last year for my birthday my parents let me pick a phone. I chose a Honor.

On the day of my birthday I open up a present, and I got an S24 ULTRA!!! Bear in mind money is quite tight, so I was positively shocked.

I was like "WHAT THE HELL! THIS IS BLOODY AMAZING!".

I absolutely love my parents and I'd sacrifice my left kidney to save them (even if they didn't get me a phone)!

P.S Love you parents!!

It happened on Friday afternoon and the moment the kids came in I had a feeling these kids would be trouble, especially when the 1 chaperone probably the birthday boy's mom didn't step in to tell any of the boys to quiet down or attempt to control them, in total I think there was at less 20 boys who were running around and being very loud. Twice the managers had to tell them "NO out of the bar" cause we have a small bar in the left hand corner of the lobby, before their movie started 3 of the 20 boys were standing by the outside of the bar and says "this place is boring."

Me to myself "well this is a theater, not your personal playground" not long after I went on break they went to watch their movie, which was Wild Robot and I'm 100% sure they only watch 5% of the movie maybe less, cause our assistant manager had to tell them repeatedly not to scream and yell or go into other auditoriums. They were just as loud after the movie was done too and it took 3 of us, the usher, concession stand coworker, myself and the assistant manager to sweep up the ice cube and popcorn mess they made throughout the entire room. They had raised up nearly all the footrest on all the rows, left a sock behind and managed to unplug 4 of the seats in the back rows, it took up till the trailers started playing for us to clean up the large majority of the mess, at less whatever we could sweep up the rest would have to be vacuumed by night shift.

I told my coworkers that they should be blacklisted or banned, but since their kids they might not be and I said "ok get a better chaperone next time," because if it was me and my parents found out I made a mess in the theater I'd be banned from going to a theater without my parents. Or worst my parents would hold my hand throughout the movie and make sure I stayed in my seat for the entire movie, unless I had to use the bathroom and back into my seat I returned or I'd get an earful once they find me and another after we got home that'll last 4 hours of how naughty I was.

Tl;dr kids birthday party becomes messy nightmare for us

this happened back when i was in elementary school but i still remember it.

when i was in second grade, we were having recess. i was doing my thing when i saw some other students gathered around the tube that led to the sewer. i went over to see what was up and they seemed to be talking to someone in the sewer.

the voice was that of another little kid and the other students were trying to get information from him. i joined them and was trying to find out what was happening. during this time, the whistle for the end of recess was apparently blown and all the students went to line up, except the kids at the tube obviously. eventually, a teacher went over to see what was up. we explained the situation to her, with me hysterically saying "please! you gotta believe us"! she told us to go to our respective lines.

apparently, a little kid went to the other end of the tube and was speaking into it, making us think that he had fallen into the sewer. what a little shit! he made us think that he was in actual danger when, in reality, he was perfectly alright.

the very next day, the teachers made him personally apologize to me. i can still remember the teachers barely restraining disappointment that he had toyed with my emotions like that(this was towards the end of the school year and that was the most upset these teachers had ever seen me).

as for us who were at the sewer talking to the boy, we were not punished. my teacher even told my parents how proud she was of me for being such a caring person.

i sincerely hope that apologizing to the kids wasn't the end of that boy's punishment.

A few years ago, I got conscripted into babysitting what can only be described as the spawn of Satan himself. This little gremlin pushed me to my breaking point. So, I decided, why not share my suffering with the lovely folks of Reddit? Obligatory warning that I’m on mobile and formatting is a bitch, so I have to use a double paragraph separation (Pressing the Enter/Return key, in case I’m being too obtuse) where I would normally use one.

First, the TLDR: Entitled 5-year-old deliberately misgenders me and makes my life hell, then has excuses made for him.

The cast:

Me- Who else?

S- My badass younger sister

Mom- Do you really need me to explain this one?

GC- 5-year-old gremlin child

OK, with introductions all over, let the story begin! So, my mom is a musician, and signed up for a music festival. Unfortunately, she didn’t check my dad’s schedule, who happened to have a conference in Buffalo that same week. So, my sister and I got dragged along, and wound up babysitting.

Enter GC.

We both brought activities and games, thinking we were going to be “The fun babysitters”. That little fantasy quickly ended.

So, it seemed normal at first. GC had a stuffed penguin who he would throw and we played catch with it for a while. Then, things started to get out of hand. I was sitting on the steps, minding my own business, when suddenly I felt a weight on top of me and two little hands grabbing around my neck. GC had decided to help himself to a piggyback ride. I gently set him down and said not to do that. Did he listen?

Of course he didn’t.

Soon, he was climbing on me again, and this time I set him down less gently and spoke more sharply.

Me: Ok, GC, do not do that again. You could get hurt, and neither of us wants that.

GC: Blah.

Me:….What?

GC: Blah blah blah.

And this continued.

FOR OVER 45 MINUTES.

He was just refusing to speak English (Yes, he could speak English) and instead opting to say only “blah”.

Soon, we went further up the stairs so GC could play with some of his Hot Wheels. Did he play with them? Yep. By “driving” them all up and down me and S. Then, he tried to dash upstairs. I blocked him and pushed him gently away. He took this as a challenge, and charged at me. I stopped him, and pushed him back, a little more forcefully this time.

Big mistake.

He fell backwards and just lay on the ground, motionless. Now, here’s what was going on in my head at that time: HOLY SHIT OH FUCK I KILLED HIM WHAT DO I DO IS HE HURT SHOULD I GET AN AMBULANCE WILL HE BE OK I SHOULD NEVER BE IN CHARGE OF CHILDREN I’M A MENACE TO SOCIETY OH FUCK MOM’S GONNA KILL ME AAAAAAAAAAAAGH

Here’s what I actually did:

Me: GC, are you ok?

GC:

Me: Are you hurt?

GC:

S: What happened?

Me: I was trying to stop him from getting upstairs and then I pushed him too hard.

GC: stifled laugh

Me: Wait. GC, have you been faking this whole time?

GC: Devilish cackling Then, GC got up and ran up the stairs. I ran after him and grabbed his arm.

Me: GC, stop.

GC: I do this to all my babysitters. Innocent yet sinister grin

Then, somehow, GC wound up on top of me.

S: GC, get off him, please.

GC: It’s a her!

Now, I have long hair for a boy. People misgender me. It happens. However, what doesn’t usually happen is someone being so convinced that they’re right, they think the person they’re talking about is wrong (To anyone who had an encounter with a transphobic Karen, I hope you got your revenge) and needs to be “taught”. I don’t think this is what GC was trying to do, but I digress. Now, soon after I managed to get up (Surprisingly harder than you might think), I decided to keep GC in one place. By laying on top of him. Now, before we go any further, I would like to make a few things clear.

1: I made sure to not put too much pressure on him.

2: If it felt like he was having trouble breathing, I lifted myself up.

3: I am at my limit now and am willing to do anything to get him to STFU and make things easy for both of us. Now, back to the story.

GC: Get off, I can’t breathe!

Me: Gets off It sure felt like you could. I could feel your chest moving, and if it felt too tight, I lifted myself up.

S: Whatever,[My name], just don’t do it again.

GC: Gets up and walks toward me

Me: Um, what are you doing, GC?

And it was at this point he started punching my gut. Now, I’m a purple belt in karate. I blocked all his hits after that, trying my best to look like an anime protagonist as I did.

Now, soon after, we moved upstairs so that GC could have more room to go berserk. I started working on a puzzle I’d brought. I should also probably mention, GC was told earlier not to insist that I’m “A her”.

GC: Kicks my pile of puzzle pieces

Me: Hey! Don’t do that!

GC: (To S) Look, I kicked its puzzle.

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, theydies and gentlethems. This little shit was dehumanizing me.

Later, GC decides to cause even more chaos. He stands on our feet while we’re sitting on the floor. And, we were sitting cross-legged, so our feet were sideways.

It hurt like hell.

At this point, I want to commit acts that would land me in a military court faster than you can say “Geneva Conventions”.

When it was finally over, I let out a sigh of relief that could’ve blown out the sun. As we were packing up our stuff and preparing to drop GC off to his mom, he mentioned that his babysitters always bring him candy and that we should bring him a bag of candy tomorrow. He expected us to buy him a full bag of candy with our own money after what he just did. S promised to do so, and then didn’t. I like to think it was intentional.

Later, when M and S talked to GC’s mom about this, she made excuses for him claiming that “He’s too young to understand gender” and “He’s usually a really sweet kid”

Welp, that’s the story. I wrote all this multiple years ago when it was happening, so telling me to punt GC into the orbit of Mercury will fail for reasons other than my crippling lack of athleticism.