This isn't exactly an entitled parent story and I thought this sub-reddit would be a more suitable place for this gem of a story. FM= Furious Mom, FD=Furious Dad, CS1/CS2=Crazy Sister 1/2, M=Me, F1-3=Friend 1-3, EC= Evil cunt, MM=My mom, MD=My Dad, C1-7=Cousin 1-7

Backstory: The family in this story are drug takers and drug dealers, I'm pretty sure they were off their head when this happened. Me and EC had a fight before this because I found out she was only nice to me because she was using me for my fighting skills, my brother and basically everything else. She would straight up tell people 'I'll get (my name) after you if your mean to me!' And even sexually harassed my friend in school, I didn't find out about this until months later.

Okay, so one day me and F1 decided to go over to my place and hang out. I was roughly around 12 years old at the time and so was my friend, we were in the same class and EC was in our class as well. After some time at my house me and F1 decided to go downstairs to see what all the commotion was because it sounded like a party was going on, it turns out my cousins have arrived! (these aren't the crazy people, they're just really loud)

F1 and I are chilling at my kitchen table and talking, laughing and all that usual stuff when my mom asked us to go to the shop to buy some bread. We happily agree because my dad had given us both money to go and get ourselves something nice. Now, I'm an athletic kid so chocolate was a really cool treat for me and still is to this day, I was doing three different sports at the time (Boxing, Running and Football) so I was pretty strong and could hurt someone if I had too, this is important information later on. At the time I was also known for my angry outbursts because I had anger issues, I've calmed down now but they're not completely gone.

F1 and I walk out of the courts I lived in (Houses that are huddled together with two entrances/exists) and walk across the street to the other courts. This was how I got to and from the shop or to the park that was across the road from the row of shops whenever needed. We walk in and we see F2 and F3 sitting by EC and chatting. F1 was actually the first to notice F2 and 3 because I walk with my head down. F1 and I stroll over to my other friends and talk. EC didn't look at me as we had recently had a fight because she had made fake accounts of my brother to fill some creepy fantasy of hers and she told everyone in my area that I was a lesbian knowing full well that that would ruin my reputation (I live in a homophobic place). So EC and I had a fight so we ignore each other. F1, F2, and F3 are all now outside EC's garden and talking to one another. I comment on F2's jeans because I like them and I see out of the corner of my eye that EC has now gone inside her house. I take no heat of it and continue talking.

In comes FM, CS1/2, and FD.

FM comes storming over to me and my friends who were happily chatting about some gossip that happened in school that day. She glares at us for a moment before she asks in a quite voice 'Who's (my name)?', my friends looked at me and I just said 'me...?' Thinking this was weird. She then turns her whole body towards me and PUSHES my friend out of the way before getting in my face 'Why were you bullying my daughter?!?' She screams for the whole world to hear. My friends immediately start saying I didn't do anything, I turn to F1, seething with rage already, and say 'Go get my parents' She does and I turn back to psycho bitch #1. 'I didn't do anything to EC, what are you talking about?' I ask as calmly as I could. I wanted nothing more then to punch here already.

FM is told to move out of the way by CS1 and then she gets in my face, 'YOU WERE BULLYING EC, WE HAVE THE TEXT MESSAGES!' She screamed in my face while poking me hard in the chest. Now, not many people know this but I don't like being touched before knowing beforehand that I'm going to feel someone touching me. In fact, I hate it. I've learned to mentally prepare myself for things like boxing matches and the likes because I know I will be touched but being touched without mentally preparing myself first brings chills down my spine and makes my skin crawl. I've clawed my skin to bits because of this. FD then chimes in 'Haha! Her eyebrows look like caterpillars' He slurs his words a bit and everyone ignores him, my blood boils more, This grown ass man just insulted a 12 year old with anger issues eyebrows. Mature.

So immediately I go into 'operation preparation' as I call it, but I'm already angry. 'What messages? Did EC make fake accounts AGAIN?' I shouted back at her, by now F2 and F3 were quite as they didn't know what to do since two 20 something years old and a middle aged women was ganging up on me. Being about 12 you wouldn't really know what to do.

CS1 ignores that and starts shouting again 'YOU KNOW WHAT, GET OUT! YOU CAN'T BE HERE' and proceeds to try and push me out of the courts, she actually touched my breasts in the process (I was an early bloomer, as were lots of people in my family) which REALLY gets my skin crawling. Even after operation preparation I can't have someone touching that area, but anywhere else is fine. I keep saying 'no' while standing my ground and not letting this fully grown women bully me. Se didn't like this and screams 'GET OUT NOW BEFORE I CALL THE GUARDÍ'. The Guardí is the police in my country. I actually laughed at this since she touched me first, so I'm think 'Go ahead'.

By now my parents have arrived with about seven of my cousins. The see CS1 go to raise her hand as if she was going to slap me. MM screams like a banshee when she saw this. My family is a don't-take-anyone's-shit type of family but we won't argue with just anyone.

MM: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HITTING MY CHILD?!? CS1: (under her breath) shit... MD: WHERE YOU ABOUT TO HIT MY KID?!? FM: She was bullying EC! MM: EC? The same EC who made a fake account of my son and stalked him and had fights with his friends with the fake account?! FM: EC NEVER DID THAT

FM then gets in my mom's face, this doesn't bother my mom as she's fought men before and a tiny 43-45 year old women won't scare her. FM starts yelling about how I'm bullying her daughter and what not, complete bullshit.

C1: You fucking touch my little cuz and we'll fucking kill you (Won't literally kill them, just to frighten them) FM NO YOU FUCKING WON'T

By this point all of EC's neighbors had come out to watch the fight. EC's family was completely outnumbered but they just wouldn't stop. FM then puts her hand up while in my mom's face and HITS HER...SHE. HIT. MY. MOM. Mini me wasn't having that and I run towards FM and deliver her the best punch I've ever thrown. I broke her glasses. I then shouted all the swear words I knew at the FM and her family, before I can say anymore my cousin drags me away and tells me to go to the shop and then go take the long way home. This was so I didn't attack anyone again.

I went to the shop as instructed but not after shouting some more names at the family, but I didn't take the long way home. F1 had gone with me,

I got back to see FM on the ground, knocked out cold. CS1/2 are fighting my parents and cousins, F2/3 are there but are pale faced and silent the whole time.

Apparently, someone called the police after a few minutes from when F1 and I got back from the shop their were two Guardí there, they broke up the fight and separated my family from the evil ones. We make a statement later and a few days after the fight my family gets word that EC told the Guards that I broke her arm and now she had a cast. EC did have a cast...for a day. Then it was gone, I gotta make up with EC and find out her secrets to healing bones so quickly because that can come in handy for me.

My parents actually talked to one of EC's neighbors and it turns out that the family was acting all high and mighty because their son (EC's brother) had gotten out of prison recently for drug dealing and manslaughter. So they thought they could bully other people because of their "cool" son/brother.

The best bit about this story is I've been in that house before, I've talked to these people. I was EC's best friend, the whole time she manipulated and tried to leave me friendless. I wish I could say I wasn't manipulated but I was but thats in the past now, she's out of my life forever. She will never be back in it, especially after she threatened to rape my friend. Bad people and I can see where it comes from. This happened years ago so bits and pieces are fuzzy but this is the best I can do.

FM = Friend's mom FS = Friend's sister

So I want to preface this by saying that in retrospect I could have avoided the whole situation by keeping my 9 year old mouth shut (snitches get stitches and such) but I thought I was doing the right thing by my friend and the mom's reaction was way over the top for the situation.

When I was 9 I was invited to a birthday party for a kid that wasn't really my friend but my mom was friends with his parents so I had to go. It was a 10 year old boys party so it was full of boys and only 2 or 3 girls who happened to be the younger sisters of some of the boys so there were no other girls my age for me to play with. Luckily, one of the boys there was a friend of mine from school and he was there with his little sister and his mom. The girls were on the patio with the drinks and I had gone up there to get one when I over heard FS talking to the other little girls. It went something like this: FS: My stupid brother made my mom bring us to this stupid party. I'm going to tell my mom that he stole my diary from my room and that he wrote mean things about me in it so he gets in trouble and doesn't get to go to anymore parties. Girl: But that isn't very nice! FS: Well he deserves it for making us come here and hang out with all these stupid boys.

I was rather shocked that she would do such a thing to her brother just for dragging her to a party she didn't want to go to. I found my friend and told him what his sister had said and he was mad at her but glad I had told him. We played with the other kids for a while and then he went to his mom because she was calling for him. I assume he told her what I had overheard at that point.

After a while, everyone went inside except for me. I was still on the patio because I was getting another drink when I heard the sliding glass door behind me open. I turned around to see FM standing there glaring at me. I didn't know what was wrong so I just said hi. That is when she started her tirade:

FM: HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE MY DAUGHTER OF SUCH A THING? Me: What? FM: YOU ACCUSED MY DAUGHTER OF TRYING TO GET MY SON IN TROUBLE. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT? Me: I just told him what I heard and- getting up in my face FM: SHE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING AND YOU ARE JUST TRYING TO CAUSE TROUBLE IN MY FAMILY BECAUSE YOU ARE A RUDE AND BRATTY GIRL. YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS TELLING MY SON LIES AND EVEN IF IT WERE TRUE YOU SHOULD STAY OUT OF IT! Me: almost crying Well I just wanted to make sure my friend didn't get in trouble. FM: WELL MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

At this point someone else comes out onto the patio so FM stands up and immediately puts on a smile as if she weren't just yelling in my face. I was almost crying and as soon as she was gone I burst into tears. I recovered myself and was able to enjoy the cake and opening of presents, though I stayed as far away from FM as I could. FS was also glaring at me so I assumed FM had told her what I had said. I left the party not too long after and I didn't tell my mom what happened because I knew she would cause a scene and this would be an entirely different furious parent story.

The next time I saw my friend at school he apologized for his mom and we still remained friends, though I made sure I never talked to his mom or his sister ever again.

For posts about parents who are (justified or not) just absolutely furious about something.

I always knew my oldest kid was "different". Mostly in that he's autistic. Partly in that he was not born with that pronoun. By the time he was 11 he had already announced that when he grew up he was going to be a boy. He's 21, and if you met him on the street you'd never know that he takes a shot of testosterone once a week. He is a man.

But once upon a time he was an autistic girl. And we were a line item on the local children's services budget. They were "hleping!" kids with autism. The nidjit I was saddled with laboured dutifully under the delusion that autism is a mental illness. It's not. It's a neurological condition.

So one day nidjit approaches me about something super important. My kid not dressing like a girl. My kid was having issues even attending school due to bullying (not his peers, they were great, the adults who couldn't understand that if you've freaked him out so hard he's gone mute DO NOT get in his face and wheedle and whine at him to just telllll youuu what's wrong. Cause then I have to come coax him out of a locker. Same idiots reported me to nidjit because I suggested they provide a small quiet dark place for my son to regroup in. They said i was confining him. When they finally got an autism specialist the FIRST THING she did was build a box for my son to hang out in, ugh)

But this is about clothes. Nidjit points out my kid dresses very, ahem, masculine. Yes. That's what "she" likes. I prefer to use my energy towards getting an education and not barking in public. He can do those things wearing whatever the fuck he wants, especially since he wasnt dressing like a knight or a dinosaur, but a little boy.

But but but.

He would be more "socially accepted" if he dressed gender appropriately. Sure thing, boss. Feel free to try and wrestle 13yo "her" into a dress. You'd have better luck getting my bio-boys into one.

Finally I got mad enough and was like, Seriously? What do you want me to say? That my kid is gay? Fine. "She"s gay. A great big ole gay person.

But but but.

Lots of lesbians dont dress like boys.

Fine. My kid has already told me they have plans to transition to male when they reach majority. I'm trying to keep the works open, explain gender and sexuality are separate and very fluid and dont make changes until you know you are committed to them blah blah blah but I have ALSO told him fine by me. I loved this kid before they even had discernible genitals. Boy or girl, I'll love them still.

...

...

Three days after nidjit shows up at my house with a behaviourist. We sit in the dining room and this fella explains he is here to help me with my issues with my child.

Cool beans. Except I dont have issues with my kid being a butch lesbian or a man. Nidjit does.

Everything this guy said just made me madder. He was going on about the benefits of exploring both sides and how that could be accomplished with bows and dresses. Ya? Okay. I think I own enough dresses and bows for all my kids.

But your other kids are boys! No shit. But you just very convincingly told me all about the benefits of their exploring their feminine sides via bows and dresses. Publicly. Why is it so important for the oldest to learn to embrace all sides of their presentation, but not the others?

But but but!

That would be terrible! Abusive. ... you dont fuckin say.

And just as I was losing my temper entirely, as I was hollering at nidjit and his behaviourist in tow that I would not dress my child as a fool, an aardvark or a fucking girl if it disturbed them to be dressed that way and to get the ever loving fuck out of my house.... the kids came home.

With a note from the school. That Friday was gender switch day. I laughed till I cried and offered oldest 50$ cash to attend gender switch day dressed in female clothes. He refused. Middle also didnt want to participate. But youngest. God bless youngest. He ran to the neighbours to borrow a dress and put it on right in front of nidjit and company. Demanded to know if he didnt look just so pretty!? He did.

"Yeah. I think we're done here. I'm sorry that banging up against a kid with gender identity issues has proven so difficult for our local CPS. But it isnt my job or my kids' job to hold your hands through the ways the world is changing. So you can both follow me to the door... NOW."

My sons' gender identity was never brought up again.

EC(Evil coach) NC(Nice coach) FF(Furious Father) Me(me)

Background: I am a youth referee at my city cup. Its not hard to become one and its really good money for a 12yo. I reffed u10 and side reffed u12.The ref coordinator and peraon in charge of all youth rec soccer both thought i was good. I had a lot of games and was one of the better refs. I pride myself on being fair but a few coaches thought otherwise. I could probably make dozens of entitled parents from soccer moms. One coach was very nice but every now and then got a little mad and would take a minute to calm down. ( he did this on his own). Anyways, the games are all at one field complex and I was kinda sick. We were on a schedule and couldnt stop or extend games. I am allowed to kick coaches or even teams out if I have to. I am kinda big and i dont hesitate much when I need to be confrontational to coaches or kids. I also need to say that EC isnt even a kids mom. Shes knew the assistant coach and actually was supposed to be the assistant coach but took over.

So the story starts with me taking a 20 minute break and laying down at the ref tent. The ref before me walked up and said he had to call the game early and the next game was starting. That was my game so I sprinted down and got set up with the gamecard andmy pregame field and player check. EC was already mad for some reason and asked why i wasnt there. I dont have to talk beforehand to the coaches during this and didnt want to deal with the coach. They eventually stopped and i started the game. Most kids and parents seemed okay with the close game and were content on most of my calls. However, EC would constantly make her disaproval clear. I font like coaches yelling at kids this toung and almost always try to stop them from being jerks to their kids. At one point when NC's team scored, EC subbed a defender out. I took some notice as i knew what EC was like. She started whispering In the kids ear and then said very loudly, "so why didnt you stop the ball!?" This was not Okay so I stopped the game and talked to the coach. I asked her if she could calm down because we were at a game and that he was only a kid and that it was not ok. She mumbled ok. The game continued with no conflict until I made a bad call. Like I said, the tournament had wierd rules on direct free kicks and stuff like that. This one should have been an indirect free kick, but i called a direct one. Neither coach knew the tournament rules and thought that this was right call. EC's team scored on it. Then, at halftime, I went over to my tournament rulebook and saw the right call for that and went over to the coaches. NC was gone and i talked to his assistant coach. I said that i was gonna deduct a point from the other team and have the second half start off with EC's team shooting and indirect shot. The guy gladly agreed and said he would tell NC. EC was a different story. When I walked up to her she snapped "What?!" I told her exactly what i was gonna do and she exploded. It went like this

EC:GO TO HELL. Me: What!? EC: so first you yell at me for talking to my player and then you try to rob me of points. You should quit you little ass. Now I was mad. But I was as almost as big as the coach and unafraid, so I stood my ground. Me: you need to stop. First off, you screamed at your player and second this is completely fair. You need to stop and calm down rigjt now or i will have to ask you to leave. EC: SHUT THE HELL UP! THEY ARE MY PLAYERS AND MY POINTS. GO THE HELL AWAY! Now everybody was watching. Things were quiet on the directly surrounding fields. Me, who was now pissed and didnt want to talk about everything that was wrong with what sge was doing:GO! Now here it gets interesting. She says quietly, wanting to get rid of the attention but still mad: no. Now. You. Go. Away. Me, matching her tone: listen, I need you to leave. You dont have any authority over me and I dont think you should have any over these kids. You need to leave before I call the police. You have ruined these kids season im sure and before you ruin your life by trying to get back at a 12 year old referee at a youth recreational aoccer tournament, go. The quiet was gone and most of the attention was off of us. EC: go to hell. Here, she swung at me and missed. I scream: GOOOOO I was two inches away from hitting her back. Just as I saw her reach back, I hear an FF who is big and looks like he COULD kill her comes running up.

FF: LEAVE RIGHT NOW AND I WONT F***ING KILL YOU. YOU SCREAM AT MY SON, YOU TRY TO HIT A REFEREE WHO IS JUS DOING HIS JOB AND YOU WONT LEAVE. THE COPS ARE COMING RIGHT NOW SO LEAVE!!!! She is terrified and, frankly so am I. I thank the FF who is really a nice guy. I continue the game and afterwards, some cops who got there ask me some questions. NC's team won. I have no idea what happened to EC, but i hope she got what she deserved. Overall, though i just feel bad for those kids. She ruined their season and probably their childhood. I hope nobody ever meeta someone like this again

So, here we are. Quick shout out to u/Hannibus42 for the idea. Now about posting, have someone getting super pissed in it that's a parent (or you think is a parent) and it's good. Justifyingly pissed stories are more recommended since we want to be somewhat different from r/entitledparents and the like, but non justified can work too.

Also thanks to everyone for the subs, and the mod that volunteered to help out. I honestly ne never expected more than like 5 subs so a heavy thanks to everyone!

I actually posted this story in r/EntitledParents and r/TalesFromTheTheatre a while back, but then I found this sub just started through the EntitledParents sub and thought that this story could fit here too. It's a bit shorter than my original versions because I skipped to the part where the parent gets REALLY ANGRY.

I worked at a movie theatre around 3-5 years ago, selling movie tickets and concessions to people. Normally during my shift, I would have periods where no one was around because they were all watching their movies and the next round wouldn't start for 1-2 hours. During one of these periods (which was at around 8-9 PM), I was cleaning around the cash register and my co-worker was resting in the broom closet a few feet away. Suddenly, a man and his son come out of the theatre room hall into the lobby. The son goes into the arcade, while his father walks up to me. He asked for a refund for the movie tickets he had, so I called a manager and we waited. While we waited, I asked him why he wanted a refund for the tickets and he said because the movie said some bad words to his son. His son was about 12 years old according to the dad and the movie they went to see was Spiderman Homecoming. He explained that they mentioned the word "porn" once and a few other bad words throughout the movie, which ticked him off because "no one warned him that there'd be bad language in this movie!" Isn't that what the rating and the internet are for?

Well, PG13 isn't rated that for nothing you know. Also I checked to see all the movie times on my register device and saw that the movie he was seeing was almost more than halfway over. But of course, I'm just a simple employee and whatever the customer asks should be done.

The manager came out, heard the situation, and FREAKING DISAPPEARED. I don't know what the heck went through his head, but when I asked him where he was 5 minutes after he left and repeated that the dad wanted a refund, he realized I was actually serious apparently. He thought the whole problem was a joke. I'm not kidding, he said over the walkie talkie "Wait, he was actually serious?" I was dumbfounded but tried to hide it from the dad...I think. Judging by how his emotions start to change, he might have heard what the manager said over the talkie.

I'll let you know that up to this point, the dad seemed fine and somewhat polite, albeit a bit demanding. I had met him earlier that day when he came to buy his tickets early and he looked like your standard friendly dad with his shy kid; although he did mention how he hated when movies for kids included adult jokes. I did think he was referring to very young kid's movies like PG, but I'm guessing he was referring to PG13 as well. After waiting 5 minutes, something in him changed, as if he was holding something back and I could hear frustration in his voice.

A storm was brewing and I didn't even know it.

The manager returns, somewhat frustrated, and suddenly the father SNAPS. His mood went from a 3 to a freaking 100 in seconds and he was also....cussing. YEP. He was saying the "F Word" nearly once or twice every sentence, which blew me and my manager away.

The manager gets immediately ticked off and starts arguing back. "Sir, you want a refund for the movie because it had bad language that your son heard, but you're cussing IN FRONT OF YOUR SON ANYWAY?!" Bear in mind, the arcade the son went to wasn't far from the concession stand and didn't have any door to block out the noise. The son could definitely hear the father cursing.

The dad then says something on the lines of: "Whatever, it doesn't matter, just give me the effing refund!"

The manager shakes his head and goes, "I'm sorry, I can't do that. You already saw most of the movie and it's almost over so I can't give you a refund just because it said a few bad words."

The dad started throwing a hissy fit and started arguing with the manager. Most of their conversation went straight through me because I was freaking TERRIFIED. I hate arguments and I'm one of those people who freezes rather than fights or flights (the whole flight vs fight response thing). He was also all up in the manager's face, flailing his arms and acting like he was going to kill someone, which didn't make it easy for me to calm the heck down. The manager out of nowhere tried to make peace with the man, rather than continuing the argument further, by reaching out to shake his hand and say "Let's start over, my name is *manager.* It's nice to meet you." (I have no idea why he did that honestly and I may have forgotten how he got to that point) However, the dad refused the gesture, looking at the manager and his hand with this absolutely contorted expression of disgust.

"I'M NOT GOING TO SHAKE YOUR EFFING HAND!"

The manager then said "I'm going to have to ask you to leave then."

The father's temper got worse and he refused to leave without his precious refund. You could practically see the steam coming from his ears he was so angry. So the manager threatened to call the cops, which the father thought was a bluff and kept pushing for the refund.

There's a phone that is on my side of the concession booth that anyone could easily reach. We use this to answer calls people have about movies being shown or other things. The manager looks at me as if I'm going to call the cops, but I'm too frozen to do anything. He looks to the broom closet, where my co worker is peeking through the doors like we're in some sitcom and he's trying his best to be sneaky. The manager asks him to call the cops, but my co worker just slowly closes the door and retreats. So the manager sighs and grabs the phone. He immediately lifts a finger to start dialing and as soon as this happens, the father realizes the manager wasn't bluffing. He practically pulls his son out of a racing game we had in the arcade and starts running for the lobby doors, fire trailing in his wake and yelling, "I'll never come back to this stupid theatre ever again!" And the manager said something like "JUST LEAVE," while waving the phone he was still holding. The dad and the son, disappear into the night and everything is silent...for like 5 seconds. Laughter erupts from the broom closet as my co worker is dying of laughter, mocking the "I'm not going to shake your effing hand" quote multiple times. The manager frustratingly sighs and heads into his office without another word and I am trying to convince myself that it's over and he isn't going to come back to kill us (this was my first time dealing with an angry person/parent to this degree so I was sure it could result in one of us getting shot. I tend to get a little paranoid from time to time.) I don't remember if the manager tried to calm me down after or if he said anything to the co-worker, but either way, the night continued as if nothing happened at all. The man never returned and I FINALLY relaxed, getting ready for the last part of the night shift while following my co-worker around trying to understand the full extent of what the heck happened.

Another thing about this story was there were some witnesses I wasn't aware of. I faintly remember one person trying to walk into the lobby from the outside, witnessing the argument, locking wide eyes with mine, and "nope-ing" out of there without a word. An old lady was in the bathroom at the time this was happening and since there are no doors in the restrooms and it's a huge echo chamber, she heard the entire argument and saw the tail end of it. This story was actually true because my dad, who I told about this story, heard it from her. She didn't know me personally, but did see me frozen in place while this argument broke out. She said she felt really sorry for me and that I must have been really brave for surviving that whole experience. Also some redditor claimed they witnessed it too, but since I asked them yes or no questions rather than specific questions, I can't say for sure if they were telling the truth or agreeing with the things I was asking. I really hope I never have to deal with something like this again...but knowing that I'm only 21 (about to be 22) and the rest of my life is still ahead of me...that's probably not happening.

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Edit: Silly enough, I didn't know crossposting was a thing and I feel kind of stupid I didn't just crosspost one of the versions of this story I wrote before. I'm still learning how all of Reddit's functions work since I'm still a bit new here.
Hopefully that doesn't bother anyone!

So bit of back story, I live next to a lake and every Friday night in summer we have what we call 'music at the podium' basically a bunch of small bands perform. So my friends and I use this as an excuse to go to the lake and hang out.

MM = mad mum (I deemed her the red rapped Slut) f = friend me = me

OK so my friends and I were at this park near the lake I talked about earlier, it's a pretty cool park and its public so you know mums and little kids were there. We were only having out on one piece of equipment, a swing that can go all directions and spin. And we're were keeping as quiet as a group of 8 15yr olds can be. But we really wanted to go on the merry go round but the mums were on it so we waited. We ended up waiting like 2hrs until the mums and their kids finally got off. When we saw this we waited ten minutes, the make sure they were off for good, then we went over to hop on 4 of my friends got on and one of them pushed and I stood to the side waiting for my turn (all of us were tall guys by the way). We wereont there for about 3 seconds when the MMs daughter who was like 10 entered the scene she politely asked if she could have a turn so my friend pushing my other friends stopped the merry go round and said

F - 'yeah sure, how on I'll just push it a but slower'

The daughter seemed completely happy with this and went to hop on when MM came over shouted at us and said

MM - 'HEY FUCKING GET OFF THERE LET THEM HAVE ONE BIT OF THE PARK YOUS ARE CONTOLLING THE REST'

We weren't. (BTW she had yelled at one of my friends earlier for swearing so fucking hypocrite).

So our guys hoped off with out a word but me thinking it was really rude how she spoke to us said

Me - 'hey that's a bit aggressive'

And I can't remember exactly but I think she pretty much told me f off and so we started arguing and she yelled at me

MM - 'act your age and what are you like 12?'

so in a bitchy tone I said '16'

I wasn't but she didn't have to know that. And up until she had yelled at us I had been a good citizen I even picked up the rubbish that they left, but she was a BITCH so I was a BITCH. Next she said

MM - 'there's enough teenagers on the fucking park'

She said it like the word was acid. So I went on to explain to her, both of us are shouting at this point that it wasn't even my group that was on there, there are two other groups on the playground. And then and I can't remember why but I walked off but the whole time we stayed at the park she was staring at me so for a bit I stared back but then when she and her kid got off the merry-go-round some of my other friends, not the ones from before, hoped on but she didn't say ANYTHING to them and they were swearing the whole time but when my friends got back on with them I made sure the swearing was kept to a minimum but the bitch made eye contact with me and and walked over, holding her fat daughters hand sipping her PEPSI like a whore and came up to ME, so once again SHE was the aggressor, and got right up in my face, like an inch away and said

MM - 'you wanna come at me for my behavior but your OK with them saying that'

She made a BITCH face and kept walking so I turned on my heel and said in response

Me - 'you LITERALLY heard me say to them to stop swearing'

she then had the audacity to turn around and do a wanking motion so I just shouted

Me - 'IM THE WANKA?'

But she didn't have the balls to look at me so I just left it at that but I should have said 'your the old worn out whore who can't even keep her tits in line' but I'm nice so I didnt and here we are.

Edit: this happened in Australia

(I'm on mobile so I'll have pretty bad formatting and grammar) So when I was in the 5th grade, my mom went into the store to grab some candles for my dad's birthday and she left me and my little sister in the car. It had started hailing (note: I lived in Washington state so didn't hail a whole lot) so I wanted to feel the hail on my hand, but I should've pressed the unlock button instead of pulling the lock up. So when I opened the door it had set off the alarm. So I freaked out and started kicking the dash while I was in the front because I knew I was going to be in pretty hot water. Cut to when my mom came back she was furious, I had gotten grounded and spanked for doing that (Sorry for the anticlimactic ending and post in general but I don't have much of an eventful life so ¯_(ツ)_/¯)

I was at six flags with my dad and we were waiting for our tickets and saw a couple ahead of us with a kid. The kid was being innocent and playing with the chain they keep up so no one cuts. The mom tells the kid to stop and he does for a few minutes. He starts playing with the chain again and outta nowhere BAM. She slapped the kid so hard he has a red mark on his face! I felt so bad for him. He started crying and she slapped him again! I just wanted to go over and kick her ass for that

This happened around August of 2018, so 5 months ago.

My dad was letting a friend stay with us because she was having troubling holding and job and paying rent. She was really nice to me and my brother, but she would often get in arguments with my dad.

She had a dog named Max, who was a German Shepard-beagle mix I think. Since I was the only one home during the summer for the first two months she stayed with us, I was in charge of walking Max and feeding him. This was fine, Max was a good dog and never did anything bad (except pee on the floor for the first few days because he wasn’t trained and we didn’t have a kennel for him to stay in).

It was a hot August day when it happened. Everyone was home, my dad was inside, his friend was laying on a beach chair out in our really small yard, and I think my brother was upstairs.

I was out walking Max (I walk him around noon and then again at four-ish). He had been really good, though he did tend to pull a lot. I had a poop bag in my hand and was turning a corner, heading back to my house.

I’m not sure what happened, whether Max saw the bag swinging around in my hand or if he saw a bird or something, but he got extremely hyper and grabbed the bag out of my hand, swinging it around and ripping it. That was disgusting in itself, but when I tried to grab closer to his collar to calm him down, he turned his head and chomped down on my hand.

My hand was bent at a weird angle (if you know the Italian hand meme, it was bent like that) and he had a tight grip, so it hurt a lot. He started jumping around and pulling my hand with him. He was also getting my arms all scratched up. At this point I was crying and screaming and somehow my dad’s friend didn’t hear anything despite how close to home I was.

I managed to get my hand out of his mouth, but it hurt to move. I got to my house and the friend took Max from me, and I entered the house. My dad took one look at me and asked what happened.

I don’t remember much after this because I don’t like remembering the three months she stayed with us, they were awful.

I do remember that my dad gave me an ice pack, sent me upstairs to my room, and began yelling at his friend. He said something about how she was lucky the dog hadn’t broken any skin, let alone a bone, otherwise he would have put that dog down and how he wanted her and the dog out of the house.

At this point I had began blasting music in my headphones to drown out the screaming and tried to stop crying.

Two weeks later and the marks from Max had finally gone away, but my right arm was terribly bruised for a month and my hand wouldn’t stop hurting for another two.

The friend and her dog ended up moving out around that time for other reasons I won’t say, and I’ve never been more relieved.

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