READING REDIT STORIES WITH ENTITLED PEOPLE SO YOU DONT HAVE TO

Story 1

Not my story

I was born when my mother and father were only 17. It forced my both of my
parents to drop out of high school and each get a G.E.D. so they could find work
right away. My father especially was not happy about this because he had dreams
of playing football in college, and instead he had to work at a gas station. He said
to my face many times that I ruined his dream. My mother hardly raised me at all
as she had to work too. They had a cranky old lady next door watch me most of
the time. She wasn't so bad. She gave me more attention than my parents did. My
father eventually managed to land a better job as a manager due to his
experience running the gas station. It was right after that my mom got pregnant
with my sister. I was six when she was born. I wasn't exactly shown much love
before that. But once my sister came along, it was made pretty obvious to even
my six year old self that I was unwanted. The only ones who seemed to care were
my paternal grandparents and somewhat my babysitter. And they were more like
my parents because they treated me the way a little kid needed to be loved.
We lived in a two bedroom apartment. And as my sister got older, it went from me
sharing a bedroom with her, to me kicked out of the room entirely. I slept on the
couch for two years. And I barely had anything to my name other than clothes,
school supplies and an old Gameboy. When I was ten, my parents decided they
were gonna move away. But this move did not include me. I ended up actually
being fine with this, as my grandparents had agreed to take me in. My life was
instantly better. I got my own room again, and my grandparents gifted me a brand
new N64 in 1996. That Christmas I got a Gameboy Pocket too. And there were a
couple of other kids my age in the neighborhood I got to hang out with. We rode
bikes, played video games, shot cans with pellet guns, built forts, and got dirty
playing in the creek. You know, stuff a normal kid would enjoy. I was finally happy
As time went on, I grew up and eventually moved out. But later moved back in to
help my grand parents house as they were getting old and living off their
retirement savings. So some rent money from me went a long way in paying the
bills. My grandpa was the kind of person who'd wanted to build a bomb shelter
during the cold war. But never got around to it. He wanted to volunteer for the
militarv in the 60s. but was turned down due to a medical condition and the fact
his eyesight was not great. So he focused on saving whatever he thought he
needed. He told me many times it was better to have something and not need it,
than need it and not have it. Our area suffered from numerous power outages in
winter due to heavy winds and storms. So having gasoline and propane for
heaters and generators was a must. All these saving habits became my own as
time went on. Because it was better to need this stuff rarely, than not have it at all.
Of course there was the HOA bothering us. But that's it's own other story. The
problem is, about five years back my grandma died suddenly. And my grandpa
was heartbroken. He also went about a year and a half later. Pretty much
everything they owned was willed to me. Their savings, their house, their vehicles,
their stuff, EVERYTHING! The house was long paid off, and grandpa knew how to
keep up with it's maintenance. In fact, after grandma died he kind of doubled
down on renovating the place. He had the roof redone, the house was repainted
by us inside and out, and we fixed a lot of little things. Grandpa's neighbor George
even came by to help redo the plumbing. Ironically the HOA was rather happy with
these changes, because the house didn't look rundown anymore. One morning I
was fixing breakfast and my grandpa never came downstairs. You couldn't keep
the man from his bacon. So I went to check on him. And he wasn't moving. I
called 911 and paramedics came. Only to tell me he'd passed in his sleep.
My parents made grandpa's funeral a shit show. They didn't bother to show up for
grandma's. They were too busy. And at grandpa's funeral they didn't seem to
grieve at all. My sister also showed up wearing a brightly colored designer dress.
Which I wasn't happy about as it was a church clothes only function. I noticed my
parents repeatedly whispering to each other and glaring at me whenever I looked
at them. Come to find out at the will reading that my parents knew that they'd
been disinherited long ago for their treatment of me. And they thought it
extremely unfair I got everything. They threatened to sue me to contest the will.
And I got repeated calls and messages from my father, mother and sister telling
me I needed to do the right thing and give my father what was supposed to be
his. I told them all to flake off in far more unsavory words. My parents ended up taking me to court to challenge the will. But the judge ruled
in my favor after seeing the will and hearing us both out. So it wasn't a long drawn
out legal battle. The judge even looked at my parents with absolute disgust after
seeing the will and hearing about their mistreatment of me in my childhood. He
called my father a terrible parent, and that my grandparents were right to disown
him. My father just hung his head in silence, but he made sure to stop me outside
the courtroom and tell me I was always the biggest mistake of his life. And that if
he could go back in time, he'd make sure I never existed. He should have been a
football star. And instead he has to wear a nametag for a 9 to 5. I told him that
mistake or not, Grandma and grandpa could see what kind of nasty person he
was. I didn't ask to be born. And the only real love I ever got was from my
grandparents. And he was no father of mine anymore.
I got a few more threatening and harassing phone calls, as well as some letters
from my parents. All demanding money among other things. But over time they
just stopped because I completely stonewalled them. Never responded to the
emails or letters, and I stayed silent during the phone calls. A few times I just left
the phone sitting on the counter with them ranting till they realized I wasn't
listening. Aside from not getting the house or money, my parents seemed
particularly irked they could not even get a rise out of me. But I was prepared to
go to war against them. And they knew it. So in the end they just left me alone.
From what I know looking at face-book the past decade, my sister tried to get into
modeling, got married, had two kids, got divorced, and is currently unhappily
working a job she feels is beneath her. My mother currently works retail, and is
also vocal about her disdain of it. Like my father, she peaked in high school. She
was a cheerleader back then, and even had her old uniform framed on the wall.
My father has pretty much had the same job for 25 years. He must be good at it if
he's still doing it.
As for me. Well I'm in my late 30s now. And I live pretty much debt free in a nice
neighborhood. I haven't really had a girlfriend since highschool. And I've had little
motivation to ever have another relationship. But loneliness gets to everyone. So maybe I'll try to find someone soon. Not many are in the financial position I'm in at
my age. Single, paid off house, two vehicles, and a decent amount in the bank. I
guess I could aim to be a stepfather. That might be more my speed.

Tbh the parents if the OP/Original poster were toxic as frigg also W/the judge-