Ever notice how people expect you to let toxic waste spill into your living room just because it shares your DNA? Family—that bizarre social construct where we're supposed to endure endless psychological torture because someone once pushed you out of their body. Today's moral theater features a 19-year-old with the audacity to believe their personal safety matters more than mommy's feelings. Imagine that! A creature seeking validation for refusing to house their homeless mother's creepy boyfriend who treats their fiancée like a mute mannequin. What a time to be alive in this cosmic joke we call human existence.
Update: I told my mom no to her staying. Thank you all for the help and support. I'm glad I'm not the asshole.
I see people are confused and saying I'm putting my girlfriend in danger, but I didn't let him talk to her that way. We left right after he said it. I confronted him a little after that and it didn't go well. When I saw how he looked at her, I asked her if she'd like to leave, but she said no. I asked her multiple times; she wanted to meet my mom. We have moved like 200 miles from them when I first blocked them. My mom does know where we live because of personal reasons, but she cannot get to where me and my girlfriend are. We do plan to move further away.
Also, another thing: yes, I'm 19 and yes, I'm saying fiancée, but we're not planning on having the ceremony for a while. We don't know what's to come, but we do know we'll be here until we cannot!
My mom has a new boyfriend who made me and my fiancée uncomfortable. He kept looking at my fiancée up and down and also told her she doesn't have the right to talk when she's around him. Every time she'd talk, he had to intervene and say something so she couldn't talk. My mom is homeless right now with her new boyfriend. I told my mom she could live with us, but he couldn't, and she yelled at me and told me I was ungrateful for the fact she gave birth to me. She said I wouldn't take care of her and her boyfriend like she did when I needed her. And I just want to add I've been in foster care until now.
The Absurdity Circus: Where Family Values Meet Extinction-Level Events
Let's dissect this festering carcass of a situation like the moral vultures we are. We have a mother—the alleged giver of life—who apparently thinks that squeezing out a human gives her an all-access pass to her offspring's home, complete with a plus-one for her leering, misogynistic cock-appendage. The boyfriend—a specimen so intellectually evolved he believes women should be seen and not heard, like some Victorian-era music box or a particularly decorative houseplant. "She doesn't have the right to talk when she's around him." Fucking beautiful. Because nothing says "I'm a well-adjusted human being" like silencing young women and eye-fucking your host's fiancée.
Our protagonist, meanwhile, fresh out of foster care—that glorious institution where the state pretends to give a shit about children—has somehow managed to cobble together a life 200 miles away from this carnival of horrors. They've got a fiancée at 19, which is like trying to build a house during an earthquake, but hey, at least they recognize the difference between a mother and a parasite with matching DNA.
The mother's argument—that classic, timeless guilt trip that's been fermenting like a fine wine made of emotional manipulation—"I gave birth to you!" As if pushing a human through your birth canal is a blank check for eternal servitude. It's the biological equivalent of saying "I once gave you a sandwich, now let me burn down your house." The entitlement stinks worse than a corpse at a summer barbecue, rotting in the meaningless void of familial obligation.
And let's not forget the foster care angle—a system designed to protect children from exactly the kind of people the mother appears to be. The cosmic irony is thick enough to choke on, like trying to swallow the entire concept of human morality in one dry gulp. The universe doesn't give a flying fuck about your mother's homelessness any more than it cares about the death of a star three galaxies away. Both are just meaningless blips in the vast emptiness of existence.
The Void Stares Back: Reflections on the Abyss
In the end, what are we witnessing here but the same pathetic human drama that's been playing out since apes figured out how to walk upright and immediately started using that ability to walk all over each other? The mother, desperate to cling to both her boyfriend and her child, revealing the fundamental emptiness of her existence. The boyfriend, asserting dominance over women because his fragile ego is as delicate as tissue paper in a hurricane. And our protagonist, seeking validation from internet strangers because even in their justified boundary-setting, they still can't escape the gravitational pull of human moral uncertainty.
The true horror isn't the creepy boyfriend or the manipulative mother—it's that any of us think this cosmic theater of absurdity matters. We're all just temporary arrangements of matter screaming into the void, hoping someone will tell us we're not the asshole in a universe that's fundamentally indifferent to our existence.
For Those Too Stupid to Get It 🤪
Mom's boyfriend is a creepy perv who wants to fuck your fiancée and shut her up. 🤐 Mom thinks birthing you = you owe her forever. 🤰 You said mom can stay but creepy boyfriend can't. 👋 Mom threw tantrum like a toddler on meth. 😡 You're obviously not the asshole, but we're all assholes in the grand cosmic joke. 💩 The end. Now go back to TikTok and forget you ever read anything that made you think. 🧠💥
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