r/EntitledParents “I Have Kids, so Pay for My $28,000 Vacation!” (Reddit Story Podcast)

r/EntitledParents “I Have Kids, so Pay for My $28,000 Vacation!” (Reddit Story Podcast)

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Speaker 1: Hey guys, welcome back to more r slash Entitled Parents

Reddit Stories. In today's Ripe Stories video, my Entitled Friends

demanded I cancel my dream vacation and pay $ 28, 000 for

theirs instead. All because I don't have children. Here is

how I turned the tables on them. Let's dive right

into the video. And the first one is from r

slash entitled parents and is titled I have kids so

pay for my $ 28, 000 vacation. So for context, I'm a

single guy in my late 20s and I'm aggressively and

happily child free. I don't hate kids. I mean, I'm

the cool uncle who buys loud toys, feeds them sugar.

and then promptly hands them back to their parents when

they start crying or throwing a fit. But I knew

early on that the whole parenting lifestyle just was not

for me. I like my freedom, I like my peace,

and honestly, I really like my disposable income. Because I

don't have kids to feed, clothe, or send to daycare,

I've been able to live pretty comfortably. I'm not rich

by any means. I work hard, work extra hours, and

when I want something big, I budget down to the

last penny. Most of my high school and college friends

took the traditional route instead. They got married, bought houses

and started having kids. And I totally respect that choice.

But as a lot of you know, kids are insanely expensive.

Over the last few years, a lot of my friends

have been constantly strapped for cash. I've always tried to

be supportive. When we hang out, I usually cover the

pizza or I bring over drinks. And I've never made

a big deal out of it. Enter my friend. Let's

call him dad friend and his wife mom friend. We've

been friends since college, and dad, friend, and mom friend

have three kids under the age of six, and as

you can probably guess, they are perpetually broke, exhausted, and

bitter about it. Over the last two years, their attitude

towards me started shifting from casual banter to this weird-seeming

erring resentment. Every time I bought a new gadget, upgraded

my PC, or took a weekend trip, I would get

passive-aggressive comments. Something like, must be nice to just throw

away money. Mom friend would sigh whenever I mentioned anything

I bought. Must be nice not having any actual responsibilities.

Dad friend would chime in, and I usually just laughed

it off or brushed it off aside. I mean, I

get it. Parenting three toddlers is a full-time nightmare, and

burnout is real. I figured they were just venting. Big mistake.

About 14 months ago, I decided I wanted to take

a massive bucket list trip. I wanted to spend three,

four weeks traveling through Europe, taking trains through Switzerland, visiting

museums in Italy, and eating my way through southern France.

I estimated the trip would cost me around $ 6, 000 if

I did it right. So I put myself on a

strict financial regime. I stopped eating out entirely, I cancelled

my streaming services, I didn't buy new clothes, I picked

up weekend shifts at work whenever they were available, and

I worked my tail off for over a year to

save every single cent for this trip. And then, a

few weeks ago, I finally hit my goal. In fact,

due to a massive performance bonus at work and some

strict savings. I had accumulated a really solid chunk of savings.

I booked my plane tickets, reserved my hotels, and was

buzzing with excitement. Naturally, I mentioned the upcoming trip during

a small barbecue gathering at a mutual friend's house. I

was not bragging. Someone simply asked me why I'd been

taking so many extra shifts lately, and I proudly announced

that I'd finally saved up for my dream European vacation

and booked the tickets. The room went silent. Mom friends

set her drink down so hard on the outdoor table.

that it spilled over the rim. She stared at me

with wide eyes. Dad-friend looked like he had just swallowed

a lemon. You're going to Europe for three weeks? Mom-friend asked,

her voice tight. By yourself? Yep, flying out in a

couple months, I replied smiling. Worked overtime for a year

to pull it off? Mom-friend scoffed and shook her head.

Must be nice, you know. Some of us haven't had

a vacation in four years because we actually have a

family to support. It's just crazy how some people can

blow thousands of dollars on a selfish, solo ego trip.

I felt the tension in the yard spike instantly. I

kept my mouth shut, not wanting to start a mess.

If seen at someone else's house, I managed to change

the subject. But honestly, the night was ruined and they

glared at me until I left early. I thought it

was the end of it, but I was dead wrong.

Two days later, dad friend texted me asking if he

and his wife could drop by my apartment after his

kids went to sleep. He said it was super important

and they needed to talk to me about something serious.

I assume maybe he wanted to apologize for his wife's

rude behavior at the barbecue, and they arrived around 9pm.

And by the way guys, let me know in the comments,

what do you think the entitled friends want to talk about?

Will it really be an apology? Let me know in

the comments and while you're at it, if you enjoy

these kinds of stories, please don't forget to like the

video and subscribe to the channel because I post daily content.

So anyway, after they arrived, they sat down on my

couch looking strangely intense. Mom friend had a folder in

her lap. Look, dead friend started clearing his throat. We

want to talk to you about what you said at

the barbecue. We were pretty hurt, honestly. I blinked. Hurt?

Why would you be hurt that I'm taking a trip

I saved up for? Mom friend opened the folder and said,

Because it's completely selfish. You're out here flaunting thousands of

dollars for a luxury trip while our kids haven't been

on a real vacation their entire lives. They deserve to

see the world too. But we cannot do that because

we are responsible parents who put our children first. Uh. Okay,

I said, slowly feeling the anger starting to build up.

I'm sorry you guys are stressed, but I earned my

money and I didn't take anything from you. Mom friends

lit a printed document across my coffee table and it

was a full itinerary for a luxury all-inclusive resort package

in Hawaii. First class flights, an oceanfront family suite guided tours,

daily spa treatments for the adults. and private childcare services

on site for two weeks. At the bottom of the page,

the grand total was printed in bold, $ 28, 450. I literally

laughed out loud at them. I just couldn't help it.

What is this? Mom friend didn't laugh though. She leaned forward,

completely deadpan. We've done the math. Since you don't have kids,

you obviously have excess capital. You need to pay for

this vacation for our family. I stopped laughing instantly. I

looked at dad friend, expecting him to break character and

tell me it was just a joke. But he just

sat there looking stern and nodding along. Are you completely

out of your mind? I blurted out. You want me

to give you $ 28, 000? You owe it to us as

a friend. Mom friend shouted, raising her voice. You have

no real expenses. You don't have kids. You have all

this money lying around that you're just going to throw

away on looking at old buildings in Europe. Our kids

need this trip. They need family bonding time in a

stress-free environment. I don't have 28K just sitting in a

bank account waiting to be given away. I said my

voice rising to match theirs. And by the way, even

if I did, why in the absolute hell would I

pay for your luxury family vacation? Dead friend crosses arms. Look, OP,

we know you have money saved up. You've been working

OT for over a year. Plus, you can just take

out a small personal loan for the rest. You have

great credit. We don't. You can easily pay off a

loan over time because, again, you don't have kids. I

stared at them in absolute disbelief. The sheer unadulterated entitlement

was mind-boggling. They did not just want my savings. They

wanted me to take out a debt loan so they

could fly first class to Hawaii with three toddlers. The

answer is no. I sat pointing straight towards my front door.

And now get out of my house. Mom friend jumped up,

her face turning bright red. You selfish, miserable piece of garbage.

You're ruining my kid's summer. You're hoarding wealth while families

are struggling. I hope you choke on your stupid European food.

Dead friend stood up, giving me a disgusted glare. I

thought you were a good guy, OP. I guess money

really changes people. Don't bother calling us until you grow

up and learn what real sacrifice means. They slammed my

door so hard, the frame post on my hallway rattled.

I sat on my couch for a long time, totally stunned,

and over the next week, the harassment kicked into overdrive.

Momfriend posted a massive passive-aggressive rant on Facebook without naming

me directly, talking about fake friends who care more about

selfish travel than helping innocent children experience joy. She started

messaging our mutual friend group, spinning a wildly twisted narrative.

She told everyone that I'd promised to sponsor a family

trip for them, got their kids' hopes up, and then

backed out at the last minute because I decided I

wanted to go to Europe instead. Well, suddenly, my phone

was blowing up with messages from distant acquaintances and mutual friends,

and some people were telling me that I was an

a-hole for promising something to kids and taking it away,

while others were just confused at the whole situation. and

I realized very quickly that taking the high road was

not going to work here. They were actively trying to

smear my reputation and turn my social circle against me

and making my life a living nightmare out of sheer

spite because I wouldn't hand over 28 grand. I remembered

something crucial. Dad's friend's father's, his kid's grandfather, is a

wildly different, hard-working, traditional guy who built his own landscaping

business from scratch, and he's a firm believer in personal responsibility,

hard work, and earning your own keep. and he is

also a genuinely nice man who has helped me out

in the past when I needed advice on home repairs.

Most importantly, though, he handles the family's finances whenever dad-friend

gets into deep trouble, and he absolutely despises laziness and entitlement,

and also mom-friend had made a fatal mistake when she

stormed out of my apartment she was so furious that

she left her folder on my coffee table. And inside

that folder was not just a $ 28, 000 Hawaii resort printout.

She had printed out a full itemized breakdown of their

personal monthly expenses, debt obligations, and a written pitch addressed

to me detailing why I, as a child-free man, had

an obligation to fund their lifestyle. They'd literally put their

insane entitlement down in black and white print. I called

that friend's dad and I told him that his son

and daughter-in-law had come over to my place to discuss

a major financial proposal, but they had left some important

papers behind. So then I asked if I could drop

by his house to return them as I wanted to

make sure they didn't lose track of their personal documents

and he invited me over for coffee the next evening

and when I arrived I handed him the folder and

I said I just wanted to make sure they got

this back. They were really passionate about their proposal but

I unfortunately had to turn them down and things got

a little heated. His dad frowned and put on his

reading glasses and opened the folder. I watched his face

as he read through the pages. First came the $ 28, 000

Hawaii resort quote with first-class tickets and spa packages. Then

came the page where mom friend wrote out her argument

about why child-free individuals in our friend group should contribute

to the vacation fund of parents. His expression shifted from

confusion to shock to pure fury. The veins on his

neck actually bulged out. What in the hell is this?

His dad asked, his voice shaking. Well, I explained, keeping

my tone light and conversational. They came to my apartment

a few nights ago, and they found out I saved

up for a trip to Europe, and they felt it

was unfair that I was spending my money on myself

when I don't have kids. And they asked me to

give them my savings and take out a personal loan

to cover the rest so they could take the kids

to Hawaii for $ 28, 000. His dad stared at me, completely speechless,

for a good 10 seconds. They, they asked you to

take out a loan for them to go to Hawaii? Yeah,

I said. And when I said no, they started telling

our entire friend group that I promised their kids a

vacation and reneged on it. They've been dragging my name

literally through the mud for a week. His dad slowly

closed the folder. He took off his glasses, set them

on the table and let out a long, heavy breath. OP,

he said, looking me dead in the eye. I'm deeply ashamed.

I'm so sorry you had to deal with this absurdity.

Leave this folder with me. I will handle my son

and his wife. Now, I didn't get to witness the

fallout in person, but I got the full front row

seat through the massive nuclear blast that hit their lives

over the next days. It turns out that dad friend

and mom friend were currently receiving financial assistance from his dad.

So basically, his dad was paying for their oldest child's

private preschool tuition and helping them cover their monthly car

payment under the assumption that they were struggling to make

ends meet and working hard. And when his dad realized

that they were trying to shake down their friends for

nearly $ 30, 000 for a luxury tropical vacation while leeching off

his hard-earned money, he absolutely lost it. The very next morning,

his dad drove over to their house. He confronted them

with the folder in hand and he gave them an

absolute ultimatum. First, they were to immediately publicly apologize to

me on Facebook, clearing my name completely, or else he

would instantly cut off all financial aid, including the preschool

tuition and car payments. And second, he demanded that they

give him full access to their bank account so he

could force them onto a strict budget, as it was

clear they had completely lost their minds regarding financial reality. Third,

he told them that if he ever heard of them

asking anyone for a single dollar again, he would write

them out of his will entirely. Within three hours of

that confrontation, my phone chimed. I opened Facebook to see

a brand new post from my friend, and it was

a long, humiliating paragraph. She stated that she wanted to

clarify a huge misunderstanding and admitted that I'd never promised

them a vacation, apologized for spreading false rumors, and admitted

that she and her husband had acted completely unrationally out

of stress. Naturally, the comments on her posts were a goldmine.

Friends who had previously messaged me angrily were now suddenly

calling them out for being insane. People were literally asking, wait,

you actually asked him to pay for your vacation? Shortly

after the public post, dad friend sent me a long

defeated text message saying, OP, I'm sorry. We stepped way

out of line. We were jealous and exhausted, but that's

no excuse. My dad is furious with us and cutting

back his help. Please accept our apology. I didn't bother

replying with a grand speech. I simply replied, apology accepted.

Good luck with the budget. And well, suffice to say,

I have not spoken to them since and honestly, I

don't plan to. Some friendships just run their course, especially

when people show you that they view you as nothing

more than an unpaid ADM because of their life choices.

As for me though, well, my trip to Europe is

coming up in just a few weeks and my bags

are packed, my itinerary is set and I'm gonna enjoy

every single second of my child-free, hard-earned vacation. And the

next one is a slightly crazy entitled parent story, which

is titled, My dad sabotaged every relationship I had until

I figured out why he was doing it. So this

is gonna sound crazy, but please hear me out. My dad, 58, male,

has been the most controlling parent my entire life. And

when I, 26, male, turned 18, he did not stop

treating me like a child. Every girlfriend I ever had,

he would find reasons to hate. He would show up

unannounced at my apartment. interrogate my girlfriends like they were

criminals and tell me they were using me, that they

didn't deserve me and that I could do better. When

I was 22, I dated Sarah for two years and

my dad literally called her parents and told them that

she was manipulating me. She broke up with me because

it was too embarrassing and complicated and I had three

other relationships after that and my dad managed to sabotage

every single one of them through some combination of guilt

trips appearing at inconvenient moments and Or straight up telling

my girlfriends I was unstable. I was honestly furious with him,

but also kind of accepted it as just how things

were gonna be for the rest of my life. Well,

then last year I met Elena and I decided I

was gonna tell him about her. I kept it secret

for like six months, which felt insane, but it worked,

and when I finally told him about her, he freaked out, obviously,

and demanded to meet her immediately. I refused, and we

had this huge blowout where I told him I did

not care what he thought anymore and that his behavior

had ruined my life. He got really quiet and then

asked if we could sit down and talk properly for

the first time in years. It turns out my parents

had infidelity issues when I was a baby, And my

mom had an affair and my dad was terrified the

whole time I was growing up that she would do

it again or that I would end up in the

same kind of toxic relationship. And he said he was

trying to protect me from women who would hurt me

because that is what happened to him. He genuinely thought

that he was helping me. He has been in therapy

since then and we actually talk now about boundaries and

he's slowly learning that his way of protecting me was

actually just controlling and damaging. I still don't trust him

completely but I can finally see that his toxicity came

from his own pain and not from pure malice. And

the next one is a story from r slash malicious

compliance and is titled forced to use AI at work.

So my work are pushing us to use AI as

much as possible, so much so that they monitor our

usage and pull people into meetings asking why they're not

using enough AI credits. They keep saying that we should

use it for anything that could save us time, but

they cannot see any of our prompts or chat. I

do find AI useful sometimes, but managers don't understand that

it can also slow me down in the type of

work I do. So then I started copy-pasting multiple choice

questions from all the cybersecurity and other online courses they

make me do seemingly endlessly, and it literally takes me

a minute to complete these now versus 15 minutes to

one hour, depending on the questions, and I copy them

in separately and ask AI to explain his answers in

lots of detail, And oh boy, does he rattle through

the credits. Sorry, environment. Well, a great time and mental

energy saver, as well as keeping my AI zombie bosses

at bay. I hope this post inspires others to never

do a cybersecurity course ever again. And yeah, guys, thanks

for watching. I will see you again tomorrow.